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  • 7 Reasons to Have a Lie-In

    7 Reasons to Have a Lie-In

     

    A man's feet protruding from the base of a duvet with a Do Not Disturb sign hanging around his big toe

    1.  Avoid The Sun. Spending an extra hour in bed in the summer means that you avoid an extra hour of exposure to the sun,  This is a good thing.  The sun gives cancer; the sun gives burn; the sun can cause blindness.  It’s a hazard.  When people are exposed to the sun, their skin warms and darkens like that of a chicken in an oven.  This is because the sun is slowly cooking us, though for what nefarious purpose, I cannot begin to speculate.  The sun is evil:  Stay in bed and avoid it.

    2.  Regress. Being a grown-up is not always fun – I am told – and sometimes a return to more infant-like-state is just the tonic that an adult needs.  Being in bed is oft compared to being in the womb; naked, yet protected, insulated from the outside world by the smothering, security of the duvet.  It’s better than that though.  Being under the duvet is also like being in a den.  And what better place is there for your inner-child than a den?

    3.  Mornings. The morning is the wrong time to be up and about.  It’s the time of day when you stumble around bleary-eyed trying to pour coffee and multivitamins into yourself in an attempt to feel vaguely human, and usually fail.  The morning is full of dull events like selecting a shirt; commuting; the consumption of muesli; junk-mail; conversations about last night’s television.   If you lie-in though, you suffer less morning and you’re more alive and alert when the best part of the day comes; the evening.  All of the best, most glamorous and wondrous things happen in the evening; award ceremonies; parties; dining out; gigs; owls; theatre performances, they’re all things that happen at the better end of the day that you shouldn’t be too tired to enjoy.

    4.  Plans. People plan things, it’s what we do.  You probably had today already mapped out before you went to bed last night.  But plans aren’t a good thing:  The CIA planned to assassinate Fidel Castro; Hitler planned World War II; the VCCP agency planned the Compare The Meerkat advertising campaign; an idiot planned Milton Keynes.  If you spontaneously decide to lie-in, you say “no” to plans and liberate yourself from their fiendish tyranny.

    5.  Toast Avoidance. One of the hazards of mornings is toast which, for some reason, doesn’t exist after 11am.  Stay in bed: Avoid toast.

    6.  Romance. You don’t have to lie-in alone, you can share your den…er…bed with someone else.  You can even have breakfast-in-bed together.  Not toast, obviously, as the crumbs will get everywhere and could be physically painful: Imagine trying to sleep on a toast-crumb covered pillow.  But, even if there is toast, it’s still quality time with a loved one, and that must be a good thing.

    7.  Health. Sleep debt is the name for a cumulative lack of sleep.  It is said to shorten life.  So, logically, for a longer life you should be in sleep credit.  A lie in will help with this.  You can also become immortal by sleeping for 24 hours per day – though modern science is yet to cotton on to this – which, ironically, would make immortality almost exactly like death, but without the flowers.  Or I may have dreamt that last bit during a lie-in, I’m not certain.

  • 7 Reasons To Experience A Simple Pleasure

    7 Reasons To Experience A Simple Pleasure

    7 Reasons is, by and large, a humour site. At least that’s what we like to think. You may have noticed that occasionally we divert from this, although it must be said that half the time it is probably not that intentional. Today, you’ll be pleased to hear though, it is. So there’s no need to laugh. I was walking back from Tesco the other day when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It got me thinking about simple pleasures. I know what you are thinking, but no, it wasn’t that kind of pleasure. Well it was, but that’s not what I am talking about. It was a text from someone and it made me smile. And I thought to myself, while stubbing my toe, that sometimes it’s the simplest things in life that are the best. So, if you want a simple pleasure today, try these.

    1.  Tea. There is nothing quite like a cup of tea. Nothing. Despite what 50% of the 7 Reasons creative force say. A good cup makes you go ‘Ahhh’. Ahhh-ing is the ultimate simple pleasure. Unless it’s…

    2.  Confectionary. There is nothing quite like the satisfaction you get from biting all the chocolate off a Kit-Kat finger without breaking the biscuit. Or letting a Rolo melt in your mouth without giving into the temptation to bite in to it. Or getting a Malteser stuck up your nose. Unless it’s…

    3.  Displaying Knowledge. There is nothing quite like answering a question no one else knows the answer to. Especially when you declare your answer with, ‘I know this! I’ve done it! It’s sodomy!’. Unless it’s…

    4.  Finding Treasure. There’s nothing quite like putting your hand in your pocket to find a forgotten pound coin. Or a five pound note. Or that you’ve got someone else’s trousers on. Unless it’s…

    5.  Child’s Play. There is nothing quite like walking past an empty playground, looking around to see if anyone is about and then quickly nipping over to the swing for one last ride. And then trying to jump off and forgetting to let go. Unless it’s…

    6.  Winning/Insulting The French. There is nothing quite like finding you can use the last couple of letters on your scrabble rack to spell the word ‘Francophobia’. Unless it’s…

    7.  Unexpected Research Results. There is nothing quite like researching for the most popular simple pleasures and being presented with the website SimplePleasure.org.uk. And then clicking on the link and discovering it’s a site for sex toys. Just as your housemate enters your room to ask you a question.

  • 7 Reasons to Support The Referee

    7 Reasons to Support The Referee

    Well, that’s it, another domestic football season is over and now we’ve got the World Cup to look forward to.  Next season, however, we should do things a little differently than we usually do.  We should stop supporting our football teams and support the ref.  Now that might seem like a strange and unusual thing to do, but if you consider it carefully, it’s quite logical really.  Here are seven reasons why.

    An illustration of football (soccer) referee, linesman (assistant referees) signals.

     

    1.  Colours. When you support your team you only get the choice of home and away kits to wear.  When you support the ref, you get a veritable rainbow of shirts and scarves to choose from.  Do you know what colour the ref’s going to be wearing this week, or next?  You could justify donning a technicolour dreamcoat to support the referee and who wouldn’t want to wear one of those?

     

    2.  See More Teams. I need a football team to use as an example so if you could imagine that you support Bury FC, that would be a great help.  Don’t worry, this will just be for a moment and you should be able to forget about it later, perhaps with therapy.  As a Bury supporter next season, you would have to go to Gigg Lane every other week and watch Bury play League Two football.  And then, should you wish to attend away matches too, you’d have to travel all over the country, at great expense, to watch Bury play League Two football.  Your life would be dominated by League Two, and by Bury, and you wouldn’t really want that.  If you supported a referee though, you wouldn’t have to see Bury-plus-other every week, you’d see two different teams.  And if you chose a Premier League referee, you wouldn’t have to watch League Two football at all.  You’d get to visit a lovely, well-appointed stadium for most matches, and you’d get to watch football played to a terrific standard every time.  Brilliant.  You may stop supporting Bury now.

     

    3.  Chants And Songs. When you’re a supporter of a popular club, you view matches amongst thousands upon thousands of other people, and it’s hard to express yourself.  Most of the songs and chants have already been written.  When you support the referee though, you can compose your own:  “A rope!  A tree!  Enshrine the referee!”, “Who needs Mourinho?  We’ve got D’Urso”.  “He’s tough, but fair, he hasn’t any hair…Steve Bennett.  Steve Bennett.”  You can sing anything you like, you’re autonomous and creatively free.

     

    4.  Save Money. Now, you might be thinking that supporting the referee will cost you more than supporting a team, and you’d be correct.  But you could offset some of the extra cost by supporting a local ref – one that lives near you.  Then you’d be able to car-share with him because, after all, most refs drive to matches, and it’s not like they’ve got any friends to take up space in their car.  They’ll probably be glad of the company.

     

    5.  Fair Play. Fed up of watching overpaid prima donnas fall over when an opponent is within three feet of them?  Tired of watching aggressive gangs of players surrounding the man in the middle attempting to bully him?  I know I am.  You can register your protest against it by supporting the ref.  Cheer as he pulls out his cards; spell the player’s name out for him as he writes it in his notebook, it’s usually “D-A-V-I-E-S”; shout “exemplary decision, Lino!” as the linesman makes a good call; praise the fourth official for his fabulous grasp of timekeeping.  You’ll be sending out a message to sulky, petulant players and managers and you’ll feel good about it.  The whole atmosphere that the game is played in will be improved and I’m certain that everyone will thank you.*

     

    6.  Heckling. Football, by its very nature, is an immensely partisan affair.  Often when following your team, you find yourself allied with – and even supporting – people that you usually wouldn’t have anything to do with.  If you’re at the Chelsea vs Newcastle fixture next season, you’re liable to be a supporter of one of those teams.  Which means that you’re going to be cheering-on the Chelsea players, or the Newcastle players.  If you support the ref though, you’re aloof from all of the partisanship and you can do what any reasonable, right-thinking individual would do.  You can shout abuse at both Joey Barton and Ashley Cole.

     

    7.  Be An Individual. Everyone with a passing interest in football supports a team, usually it’s Manchester United.  If you support the ref though, you’re not one of the herd, you’re an individual.  You’re your own boss, blazing a new trail, setting your own rules of behaviour and taking a novel approach to your sporting involvement.  You don’t even have to wait until next season.  You can adopt a ref during the World Cup.  I’m supporting Howard Webb:  He may well be England’s best chance of reaching the final.  Who’s with me?

     

     

     

     

    *7 Reasons bears no legal responsibility for fans of the referee.

  • 7 Reasons The Osmonds Were Right

    7 Reasons The Osmonds Were Right

     

    Today I am offering a public service. To man. By addressing you. The woman. I know man is seen as the least romantic of the sexes, but man still likes to be loved. And, as The Osmonds so wisely stated, he likes to be loved because you actually love him. Not because he’s good with a screwdriver. Something like that anyway. Basically, what I am trying to get at is this. I’ve taken this classic Osmonds tune and edited it. So that you, the woman, will not make mistakes when you tell a man of your reasons for loving him. You’ll thank me one day.

     

    7 Reasons The Osmonds Were Right

    Don’t Love Me For Fun Girl, Let Me Be The One Girl, Love Me For A Reason, Let The Reason Be…

    1.  My DIY Skills. I assure you ladies, telling your man that you love him because he is great with a hammer is not the way to go. Would you like it if man told you that he loved you because you are good at ironing? No. Exactly.

    2.  My Memory. Don’t tell your man that you love him because he has a great memory. He’ll probably forget. Then you’ll get annoyed that he keeps forgetting. And he won’t know why you’re getting annoyed. And then you’ll split up. So don’t do it. Not if you really love him.

    3.  My Ability To Be Tall And Reach The Top Shelf In Sainsburys. Man doesn’t mind being tall and actually he is happy that he has some use in the supermarket bar getting in the way and trying to manoeuvre the trolley too fast. But telling him you love him because he’s tall is like him telling you he loves you because you are short enough to get in the attic without bashing your head.

    4.  My Hair. Facial Hair. Always a delicate one this. And actually you are probably doing yourself a favour by not using it. Man is programmed to reciprocate without thinking. “I love you” is reciprocated with “I love you too”. “I love your moustache” becomes “I love your moustache too”. Not good.

    5.  My Collection Of Sporting Memorabilia 1994 – Present Day. Man likes his collection of programmes and fixture lists and photos from years ago. It brings back good memories. And he also likes it because you don’t. Man doesn’t share your passion for American Idol or knitting, so don’t share his passion for signed pairs of Gary Lineker worn shorts.

    6.  My Dislike Of The Lesser Boyzone Version Of This Song. Man likes to think he knows about such topics as music. A woman’s job is to say, ‘Ooh I like this new one from Boyzone’. This gives the man a chance to show off and scoff and say, ‘This isn’t new. This is a cover of a far superior song’. What he does not expect is for woman to switch off the radio and say, ‘Why did Boyzone make such a rubbish cover?’

    7.  My Marc Fearns Mask. Seriously, man is just going to get very annoyed if you love it when he wears the mask. Unless you are Marc Fearns yourself of course. In which case you’ll probably think it’s a right result.

  • Russian Roulette Sunday: Ambient Advertising

    Russian Roulette Sunday: Ambient Advertising

    Russian Roulette SundayHello, it’s me. (Or Mr Lee to you). Happy Sunday to you. Now, in the last few weeks you will have noticed that Marc has blown all the 7 Reasons marketing budget on a couple of films. And as good as they were, I have been left with the challenge of promoting 7 Reasons on a budget of zero. You may think that sounds like tough work? Well it would be for mere mortals, but we are talking about me here. Which is why I have come up with the genius idea of 7 Reasons Masks. There are two versions – one of Marc and one of me – so it shouldn’t take too long for you to complete the set. All we want you to do is walk around with one of these masks on your face. My plan is for thousands of people to do it so eventually it becomes a sort of, ‘Who Are They?’ mystery. People will want to find out. I would say you would want to find out, but…erm… you already know. Anyway, newspapers will track us down and talk about us. For free. Genius. So please, go out and look like me. Or Marc. And, just in case you are wondering what to wear them with, here are some ideas. You can of course get a better look at my breasts if you click the image.

    7 Reasons Masks

    See, they really do go with anything. To get a mask all you have to do is email [email protected] with either Jon Mask or Marc Mask in the subject line. We will then send you a pdf version of the mask which you can download and print onto the back of a cereal packet. Before you know it you’ll be looking like one of us. Oh, and helping create history for the number of good looking people out and about at the same time. Right, that’s me finished for the day. Thanks for your assistance and, of course, do post your photos to the rapidly growing facebook group. Or don’t. Whichever you feel more comfortable with really. Peace out dudes.

  • Guest Post: 7 Reasons I Prefer Blackpool To Cardiff

    Guest Post: 7 Reasons I Prefer Blackpool To Cardiff

    It’s Saturday, so the 7 Reasons team are off doing Saturday things somewhere – probably in the shops or the pub – but don’t panic:  Taking the helm of the 7 Reasons sofa today is Derek J. Gafney, the Middlesbrough-based-writer, of Gaffer’s Sports Blog fame.  When he’s not watching sport, thinking about sport, or writing about sport he can be found here, tweeting about sport or here…er…tweeting about sport.  Thanks Gaffers!

     

    A group of Blackpool fans dressed in orange traffic-cone hats with cans of beer outside the new Wembley stadium before the 2010 Coca Cola Championship play off final against Cardiff

    As the Championship play-off concluded on Saturday gone and the seaside town of Blackpool began to celebrate promotion to the Premier League, I realised I have several reasons to agree with them achieving this success.

    In fact I have SEVEN reasons, which back up my originally just wanting ‘The Tangerines’ to win the play-off final against Cardiff City, the original reason being simply the romance of such an achievement.

    Now I could back it up with my seven reasons, so here goes…

    1. Orange.  Unlike a certain Graham Taylor, I do like orange, it is a colour which is synonymous with the game of football and a welcome addition to the top flight of English football.

    The great Dutch team of the 1970′s, the amazing skills of the Blackpool side containing Sir Stanley Matthews in the 1950′s, the infamous and well missed orange footballs when the snow had laid on a winters game.

    This is a true football colour and the Seasiders’ faithful will brighten up many a dull away ground in the coming season.

    2. Memories.  Oh the memories, I have only been to Blackpool once, it’s a fair trek from Middlesbrough you know!! But I had a cracking weekend, admittedly this was more so due to the fact I was 17 and every pub served us without hesitation.

    But fond memories all the same. The town appears to have deteriorated over the past decade and the input of the Premier League wealth will hopefully aid in returning the place to its former glories.

    If you’ve never been and you go based on this guest post, I am in no-way responsible for what happens to you in Blackpool, hope that covers me, should do, shouldn’t it?

    3. Ian Holloway (pictured below).  A genuine football man, a genuinely likeable man and a genuine family man. If you don’t like Olly (Ian Holloway’s nickname) then personally there has to be something wrong with you, or he owes you money, or something along those lines.

    The type of person, genuine (used it four times now) football fans want to see do well in the professional game. A combative midfielder in his day playing almost 600 career club games and a hard-working manager to boot.

    He will light up the dull, monotonous Premier League, adding character, honesty and the occasional quote of pure comedic genius!!

    A close up of a pensive Ian Holloway, the English Premier League's newest manager

    4. Day at the seaside.  We all love a day out at the seaside, its part of the culture of these fair isles. The temperatures hit the high teens and we pack up the family and the car and head to the coast. Now you can take in a top flight football game as part of the experience. Nana will love it!!

    Seriously, it will mean so much to the local economy, with away fans using it as an excuse to head to the seaside for a weekend and spend much-needed money in reviving the local economy and the pubs and clubs too.

    I recommend you visit, though yet again I am not liable for this recommendation. Phew!!!

    5. EN-GER-LUND.  It is as simple as that, if we aren’t going to allow the Scottish into our leagues then surely it’s best to keep the Welsh out too. All jokes aside, I’m serious about this as we have the Welsh in already, then surely we can’t be arguing against St. Mirren or Cork City wanting in too.

    Can we? Keep out all of you, create your own leagues, oh no you’ve already done that, well Cardiff, go play in that league or else!! (I rescind this comment as I think those Cardiff boys like a fight, see reason seven for more)

    6. Chopra, Ridsdale, Hamann (pictured below) et al.  I have no reason whatsoever to have any form of hatred towards anyone person associated with Blackpool and their football club, yet Cardiff City seem to want to offer me plenty of reasons to want to see them fail at the final hurdle and laugh out loud.

    Michael Chopra, Peter Ridsdale, Sam Hamann, Steven Gerrard’s cousin and well as you can see the list goes on and on and on!!

    You know I’m right on these points and the list could go on, nothing personal, no actually it is personal!!

    A Jubilant Sam Hamman resplendent in a Brown double-breasted overcoat and red scarf

    7. Zero Tolerance.  As we enter a crucial period in our bid to host the 2018 World Cup we need to have a zero tolerance approach prior to the bid result in December of this year.

    I don’t want to seem stereotypical, but Cardiff fans along with several others have a reputation for enjoying a fight or two with opposing fans, whether it’s based on the Welsh versus the English or it’s just a general theme, I must admit I am not sure.

    But, having heard, read and witnessed their fans at first hand, I am pleased they will not be able to take the spotlight and potentially spoil our hosting bid, though let’s be fair, we are more than capable of spoiling our bid ourselves and don’t need any help thank you very muchly!!

    Brett Ormerod, Blackpool FCs number 10 (ten) during the 2010 Coca Cola Championship play off final at Wembley against Cardiff

    Blackpool deserve their moment in the big time and my reasons are purely comedic and light-hearted in their approach. Good luck to the Tangerines when they begin their life in the Premier League.

    I truly hope they survive more than one season and, who knows, it maybe Cardiff joining them in 2011/2012.  Personally, as long as Middlesbrough are promoted I don’t honestly care.

    Cheers.

    Gaffers

     

  • 7 Reasons to get an Archipod

    7 Reasons to get an Archipod

    This, in case you haven’t seen one before, is an archipod.  It’s a home office that you can put in your garden.  This is why you need one.

    An external and internal photograph of The Archipod : a garden home office solution by archipod.co.uk

    1.  External Aesthetics. Look at it.  Just look at it!  It’s amazing.  It’s a pod that looks like a giant beehive.  It’s got a door that opens upwards like a DeLorean or a gull-wing Mercedes or a spaceship or something.  It has a porthole.  A porthole!  It looks like the coolest thing in the world; the only things that could possibly improve it would be a searchlight and a diamond-tipped funnel made of titanium.

    2.  Internal Aesthetics. Inside, it looks like a cross between a Japanese capsule hotel, a Kubrickian spacecraft and an igloo.  It’s got a porthole there too!  And a semi-circular command station…er…desk.  Did I mention how cool it looks?

    3.  Name. It’s called an archipod, which is a portmanteau word consisting of archi from architect and pod, which comes from pod.  But look at what else it contains.  It says ipod in the middle of it.  This means that all Apple-obsessives, or most-of-my-friends, as I call them, will believe that it’s the most desirable thing in the world; more desirable than a suit of armour; more desirable than a yacht; more desirable than a Fender Telecaster; more desirable than Jennifer Aniston.  It even looks like something Apple would make.  But I want one too.  So it must be better than anything by Apple.  And it is, because it’s an archipod!

    4.  Price. I have absolutely no idea how much an archipod costs.  But if they were asking for all of the money in the world I’m fairly certain that someone would have told me, and they haven’t, so it’s clearly a bargain that’s worth every penny.

    5.  Roundness. Now, I have to be honest: It’s not totally spherical, and that’s something of a disappointment.  But if it was a pure sphere, it might roll away, and then you’d have to ask the neighbours if they’d seen your archipod and they’d say, “You have an archipod?  Wow, that’s so cool!”.  And you’d have to explain that no, you’d lost your archipod, and then you’d be the cretin who lost the archipod (coolest thing in the world) and you would become a social pariah; an object of ridicule; a veritable leper; the neighbourhood reject, cast out of decent society into a hellish solitude of eternal archipod-loss-induced squalor, damnation, misery and…sorry, I digress.  Anyway, that the floor is flat is probably a good thing as the archipod will always be where you left it.  The rest of it is round, which means that, unlike conventional offices, you can’t have a notice-board covered with dreary “motivational” posters on the wall and no one can put a half-dead pot plant in the corner, because there aren’t any.  Corners that is.  I have loads of half-dead pot plants if anyone needs one,

    6.  Foil. The archipod is insulated with foil and to many crazy people, this foil-lining would be seen as a desirable feature that would stop the gamma-rays affecting their brains.  It may currently appear that I am one of them but I can assure you that the only things affecting my brain at the moment are the archipod and an espresso – a double archipod with sugar and a biscotti.

    7.  Inspiration. Here at 7 Reasons we know that there are always seven reasons for everything, but I can’t think of a seventh reason to get an archipod.  This is because I’m writing this in a rectangular room full of books and a cat.  If I were writing in cooler and more inspirational environs such as…let me see…an archipod, for example, I’d be able to think of one easily.  Oh, there you go, that’s the seventh reason to get one.  That’s the wondrous power of the archipod:  Even thinking of one provides inspiration.  Right, I’m off  to put my family on ebay now* and to have a lie down.**

    *Details on how you can contribute to the Buy The 7 Reasons Team An Archipod Fund will be available soon.

    **There’s no particular reason to mark that, I just don’t feel that I’ve said archipod enough yet.  Archipod.  Archipod!  IT’S THE ARCHIPOD!  There, that’s better.

  • 7 Reasons That Google Shouldn’t Have Revived Pacman

    7 Reasons That Google Shouldn’t Have Revived Pacman

    A screen capture of Google Pacman (pac man)

    Last week, to celebrate the 30th anniversary of PacMan, Google put a version of the game on their main page.  The game proved so popular that they’ve now made it permanently available.  Here are 7 reasons that they shouldn’t have.

    1.  Age. Pacman is slow, old looking and not as much fun as it once was: This is typical of everything and everyone over thirty.  Why not encourage contemporary game developers by putting a new game there?

    2.  1980. By reviving Pacman, Google is taking us back to 1980.  But there are far better years that Google could celebrate.  Why look back to a year that gave us the Olympic boycott, the election of Robert Mugabe, the death of John Bonham and the interminable and tedious saga of who shot JR Ewing?  Why not commemorate 2009?   Computer games were better; clothes were better; hair was better;  England won The Ashes.  It’s a much better year.

    3.  Prominence. Why not use the widely viewed search engine to promote something good?  Instead of putting Pacman there, why not celebrate the 65th anniversary of the end of WWII with an appeal for world peace or commemorate 1986 with an appeal for the Duchess of York to shut up and go away?  Who wouldn’t prefer that?

    4.  Time. According to people that could be bothered to work it out, 4.82 million (Pac)man-hours (sorry, I couldn’t help myself) were spent playing Pacman last Friday.  That can’t all have been me, there must have been several other people playing it too.  Perhaps you’re one of them.  That’s a lot of time spent playing something so obsolete.

    5.  Ubiquity. Once you’ve been playing Pacman for nine hours or so, your mind begins to unravel a bit and you start to see him all over the place.  I’ve produced a pie chart to illustrate this phenomena.  Seriously, he’s everywhere.

    A pie chart demonstrating the effects of playing Pacman for nine hours

    6.  Music. Michael Winner dressed in a purple shell-suit scraping his fingernails down Simon Cowell’s blackboard would be less irritating than the relentlessly jaunty music from Pacman.  That it has been seldom heard in the last few years should be a cause for general rejoicing.   Offices can already be hellish enough places to work; imagine being able to hear someone at the next desk playing Pacman.  Actually, try not to imagine it.  Take deep breaths and think cleansing thoughts.  Close your eyes and say “Ommmm”.

    7.  Rubbish. The single worst thing about the revival of Pacman is that I’m bloody rubbish at it.  Useless.  Cataclysmically useless.  Useless to an extent that in years to come, my name will probably be used to redefine humanity’s very concept of uselessness.  Nothing in my childhood prepared me for being chased by monsters – not even all of the Scooby Doo viewing – I was too busy playing Space Inavders.  Now that’s a real game.

  • 7 Reasons U2 Have No Excuse Not To Perform At Glastonbury

    7 Reasons U2 Have No Excuse Not To Perform At Glastonbury

    Bono Hurt His Back

    So, yesterday, U2 had to pull out of their scheduled headline appearance at this year’s Glastonbury because Bono needs to rest his back. As excuses go, that’s up there with, ‘My imaginary dog ate my homework’. And this is why.

    1.  Posture. Now, I know ‘rockstars’ like to own the stage. Nothing gets them more erect than running across the stage and whipping the crowd into a frenzy. Given that Bono is a prick most of the time, it will come as no surprise that I believe he falls into this category. But, do you know what? There is no rule that says you have to ponce around the stage. You are allowed to sit down. Or even lie down on stage. So why couldn’t Bono have done this?

    2.  Location. The Edge and the other two – who don’t actually have names – could easily be on the stage at Glastonbury with a video link to Bono sitting at home, in front of his webcam. He can afford one.

    3.  Orifices. The last time I checked, Bono didn’t sing out of his back. He talks out of something close to it, but singing out of his back? No. He uses what most of us use. His mouth. Saying he can’t sing at Glastonbury is a bit like me saying I can’t bend down because I have a cold-sore on the side of my mouth.

    4. Miming. Bono doesn’t actually have to sing. People will understand. He could just stand there and open his mouth while U2’s roadie presses play on the tape recorder round the back.

    5.  Geoffrey Knight. I wouldn’t blame you if you have never heard of Geoffrey. Up until ten seconds ago neither had I. But he is arguably the world’s greatest Bono impersonator. Don’t take it from me, visit his website. Now, I know a thing or two about impersonation* and, the truth is, a lot of people – mainly those who don’t bother to read – will believe just about anything. So all Bono had to do was get Michael Eavis to write somewhere on the Glastonbury website that Geoffrey would be appearing instead of him. Simple.

    6.  Holograms. Yes, so supposing Geoffrey isn’t available – maybe he is out impersonating Bob Geldof – well then it’s time for the lights and projection systems and all that jazz to take over. With all the strobing and flashing lights that happen on these stages, no one is really going to notice if Bono is actually being played by a hologram. And let’s be honest, after all the alcohol that has been consumed by the crowd, the whole thing is just a blur anyway.

    7. My Mum & Everyone Else. My mum has a bad back, but she’s the kind of woman who wouldn’t let you know it. Not once has she phoned up the owner of Tesco to cancel her appearance in the aisles later that day. Instead, she gets in the car, does the shopping and then carries everything into the house. Sometimes I think it’s quite harsh not to open the front door for her. And then, like I say, there is everyone else. Everyday, all over the world, people are injuring their backs. Do they cancel their appearance at Glastonbury because of it? No, they do not. Bono, you are pathetic.

    *It’s really quite an art.

  • 7 Reasons These Phrases Just Don’t Make Sense

    7 Reasons These Phrases Just Don’t Make Sense

    Getting On Like A House On Fire

    1.  Get On Like A House On Fire. So this means you supposedly get on really well with someone. Marc and I, for example, get on like a house on fire. Unfortunately, if a house is on fire, it is going to burn to the ground. Soon there will be no house. There will be ashes. It will be the end. So really, if people get on like a house on fire, it actually means the relationship won’t last. So like I say, Marc and I get on like a house on fire.

    2.  Keep Your Eyes Peeled. Eyes are not like onions. Or carrots. Or potatoes. In fact they are not like any food substance. Unless we are talking sheep’s eyes. But we are not. We are talking about human eyes. And how silly it is to tell someone to keep an eye out for something by encouraging them to get the peeler out of the drawer.

    3.  Bringing Home The Bacon. This is fine if you’re a butcher, but if you are a banker or a fireman or a solicitor or a professional ferret tickler, you don’t want to have to keep bringing bacon home every night. Particularly as the ferret will probably eat it. ‘Bringing Home The Money’ makes far more sense. Especially if you’ve just robbed Barclays.

    4.  Drink Like A Fish. Obviously we all know that this means to drink a lot. The correct phrase, however, should be ‘Drink Like A Saltwater Fish’. Freshwater fish, unlike their saltwater friends, do not drink water. They absorb it. Why does this matter? Well if you know that someone who drinks like a saltwater fish is coming round to the party, you can give them a glass of fizz. If, on the other hand, you know they drink like a freshwater fish, well you can run them a bath.

    5.  Saved By The Bell. No one, in the history of the world, has ever been saved by a bell. A bell is an inanimate object and thus not able to save people. If, for example, you were shot at but the bullet ricocheted off a bell, well you wouldn’t have been saved by the bell you would have been saved by your wise positioning. Or the sniper’s inaccuracy.

    6.  What A Load Of Codswallop. We use this to describe our 7 Reasons posts quite a lot. It means, ‘what a load of nonsense’ of course. But it shouldn’t. By my calculations it should mean, ‘what a load of fishes punch’ or ‘what a load of fishes whack’. Since when did ‘fishes whack’ mean ‘nonsense’?

    7.  It’s Cold Enough To Freeze The Balls Off A Brass Monkey. No it’s not. It’s never cold enough to do that. It’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a 7 Reasons co-founder, maybe. But not off a brass monkey. And while we are on the subject, has anyone ever seen a brass monkey with balls? Or is that the point? Have they all been frozen off? Okay, you’ll have to disregard this reason. It actually makes perfect sense.