Monday, 30 August 2010
poem of the day
The Unknown Citizen (W. H. Auden)
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a
saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his
generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their
education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a
saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his
generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their
education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Post Modern Beans On Toast
The New Hit of Post Festival Morning Blues: Post Modern Beans on Toast!
Luxurious whole grain bread, coated in a sumptuous layer of crushed avocado and topped with chilli kidney beans and mature cheddar cheese. Seasoned to perfection.
The only way to blow the morning blues away.
*Available at all good kitchens worldwide*
Luxurious whole grain bread, coated in a sumptuous layer of crushed avocado and topped with chilli kidney beans and mature cheddar cheese. Seasoned to perfection.
The only way to blow the morning blues away.
*Available at all good kitchens worldwide*
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Friday, 27 August 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
'V.I.P., that means the numbers not listed'
Absolutely smashing pimp rap, misogynistic and wrong but strangely beautiful..
no.no.no.no.
click this but be prepared.
At first i thought it was funny, then i could feel myself getting sadder and sadder after seeing the look of fear and pain in the eyes of the animals, particularly the cats.
At first i thought it was funny, then i could feel myself getting sadder and sadder after seeing the look of fear and pain in the eyes of the animals, particularly the cats.
Monday, 9 August 2010
Friday, 6 August 2010
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Funny Funny Funny
http://foodnetworkhumor.com/2009/06/the-worst-restaurant-names-in-the-world-35-pics/
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
Sunday, 1 August 2010
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