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  • 7 Reasons That A Red Bucket Is The Most Amazing Thing In The World

    7 Reasons That A Red Bucket Is The Most Amazing Thing In The World

    Hello 7 Reasons readers.  Due to unforeseen circumstances we’re going to publish a guest post on a Thursday, which is something that we’ve never done before.  So here, taking up not very much space on the 7 Reasons sofa at all, but making quite a lot of noise and a bit of a smell that we’re pretending not to notice, is today’s guest poster.  Possibly our youngest ever.

    Hello!  My name’s Byron Sebastian Fearns and I’m a baby.  Now I may not have seen much in my five and three quarter months, but today the most wonderful thing happened and I was compelled to share with you what I discovered; it is the most exciting thing in the whole history of the world ever.  It’s something called a red bucket.  Here are seven reasons that it’s more amazing than anything else, even elephants and balls.

     

    1.  It’s Red!  The first thing I noticed when my mother and father wheeled me through the big building full of shiny stuff and dishcloths and picked up my toy that I now know is called a “bucket” (which rhymes with “fuck it”, a phrase I heard my father say once shortly before mother became very cross) was that it is red.  This means that it’s amazing and not blue or yellow like everything else that people buy for me on the basis that “it’s for a boy” or that “yellow is a neutral colour”.  I don’t like blue (it is a colour that makes my father cry at football matches) and I’m not neutral.  If I liked neutral colours I’d hurl magnolia coloured food at the walls rather than orange coloured food.  I like bright colours!  I like red!

    2.  It Makes A Noise!  It does!  As we perambulated through the big building full of shiny stuff and dishcloths Father turned the bucket upside-down and began banging on the bottom of it.  It made a noise like the noise that the man next door makes all day long in his kitchen or the sound that Father sometimes makes with his head on the desk after he has stared at a white screen for a considerable period of time.  I’m relatively new to the concept of onomatopoeia, but it made a noise that sounded like thump-thump-diddle-diddle-ump and was very loud.  The ladies that live in the big building full of shiny things seemed most impressed.

    3.  It’s Hilarious!  Then we took my bucket to the park where the trees and squirrels live.  We lay down on the grass and, after I had completed a short bout of screaming for absolutely no reason, Father said “Look Byron” and put the bucket over his head.  This was the funniest thing I have ever seen.  Ever!  Father then took it off his head and put it back on his head and I laughed again.  We did this for hours!  Father enjoyed this so much that he started rolling his eyes and staring at his watch with delight.

    4.  It Makes Another Noise!  Just when I felt that I might eventually tire of Father putting the bucket on his head, taking it off again and then putting it back on his head, something amazing happened.  Father coughed and it sounded like the deepest loudest sound ever heard by anyone at all.  This was hilarious.  I laughed for ages.  Then Father made other noises in the bucket too and they were even funnier.  They were so funny that I laughed more than I ever have before; they were so funny that Mother had to edge slowly away from us in case she injured herself with all of the fun; they were so funny that Father suddenly became religious and started asking god when he could go home.  He spoke to god in the bucket!  Oh, how I laughed.

    5.  It Moves!  Then Father stood up and started running round the park with the bucket on his head and pretended to be a monster (which is a creature similar to a dog).  “Rooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr!” he said as he ran round a tree; “Roooooooooaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!” he said as he ran past a bench; “Rooooooaaaaarrrrrrr!!!!!!!” he said as he ran behind a bush”;  “Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!” screamed a tour group from behind the bush; “Roooooaaaaaaarrrrrrr!!!!!” he said as he ran back from the bush;  “OOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!” he said as he fell over a bin.  Then he said a word that I’ve never heard before and Mother shouted a lot and we had to go home.

    6.  It’s Red Inside Too!  On the way home Father put the bucket on my head and I thought it was the most awesome and amazing thing that it’s possible for any human to experience, ever.  It turned everything in the world red and when I made a noise it was the biggest noise that anyone has ever made.  It was bigger even than the noise that Father made when I weed on his coat as he was changing my nappy at the National Railway Museum.  It was amazing!  Then Father took the bucket off my head and the next-door-neighbours were there and they seemed concerned.

    7.  I Can Get In It!  After a long – and really boring – conversation with the neighbours about babies and the bucket and stuff we got home and then something happened that was the most incredible, fantastical and phantasmagorical thing of all.  I got into the bucket!

    Look at me! I’m in the bucket.

    Then Father took the bucket away and told me if I ever wanted to see it again I had to write today’s 7 Reasons post as he has something called a “headache”, which he says is a contagious disease that is contracted by proximity to children.  So now I’ve written it I’m going to get the bucket back and play with it all day every day for a week.  Or perhaps a month!  I’m off to play with my bucket now.  Bye-bye.

  • 7 Reasons Life Would Be So Much Better In Black & White

    7 Reasons Life Would Be So Much Better In Black & White

    This post needs no introduction, but I’ll give it one anyway. Colour is rubbish. Right, on with the reasoning.

    1.  Colour Blindness. Suffering from the disability myself, I know that a world without colour would make things much easier. Especially when it comes to my work as a designer. Never again would a client phone me up and ask why I have decided to turn their red logo a shade of dark green. I then wouldn’t have to apologise and spend hours redoing the poxy thing. Nor would I get a subsequent phone call from the client advising me that they are terminating the contract because I obviously thought it would be funny to send it back brown.

    2.  Dull Games More Exciting. There was a time that I used to like snooker. I was at school and it proved a more enthralling than doing my homework. These days though I have found my entertainment elsewhere. I like to prod myself in the eye with chopsticks for example. If snooker went back to the good old days when it was played in black and white though, I can imagine being positively horny about the prospect. What colour has he hit?

    3.  Wardrobe. The reason I have such questionable dress sense is because I just have so many colours to choose from. That’s my excuse anyway. If everything was black or white though I couldn’t possibly go wrong. I could wear black with white. Or black with black. Or white with white. Or, if I was feeling adventurous, I could replicate a pack of dominoes.

    4.  Embarrassing Clothes. Talking about dress sense, why is there always someone who turns up to the wedding looking like a twat? Either they are wearing pick shoes or a turtle-shell patterned blazer.Black and white would eradicate this problem immediately. And you wouldn’t need to store your photo album in the loft.

    5.  Sunburn. Another disability I suffer with, the inability to put enough suncream on regularly. Because of this I often find myself getting burnt. Mostly on the face and neck, but I have been known to get burnt somewhere near Maidstone before too. While a black and white world wouldn’t lessen the physically pain, it would certainly reduce the mental anguish. I’d probably have something of a grayscale face which would enable me to blend nicely into an urban world of roads, pavements and lampposts.

    6.  Cheaper. The reason living is so expensive is due in no small part to likes of cyan, magenta and yellow. Get rid of them I say. Let’s just have black with nothing filling in where one wants white. We’d save a fortune and

    7.  Decision Making. In a world that is black and white it would only make sense that there are no blured issues. We would automatically know right from wrong. We would know that tea is right. We would know that Janet Street-Porter is wrong. Life would just be so much simpler.

     

  • 7 Reasons That it Sucks to be a Psychedelic Penguin

    7 Reasons That it Sucks to be a Psychedelic Penguin

    1.  Ostracisation. The other penguins won’t play with you, because you’re different, and penguins can be mean.

    2.  Confectionery. The manufacturers of Penguin bars won’t like you, because your colours would increase their printing costs and their accountants are all about the bottom line and are mean.

    3.  Spectacle. People may capture you and imprison you in a zoo, because you’re different, and people are mean.

    4.  Movies. Black and white movie-makers will shun you.  This is because you eclipse their colourless show, and because they are mean.

    5.  Dinner. Killer whales will be able to see you more easily, and will eat you, because killer whales are mean (and greedy).

    6. Decor. Interior designers will detest you because you will ruin their carefully planned colour schemes, and because interior designers are mean.

    7.  Poo. No one will want to step on your psychedelic poo.  This is because poo -psychedelic or otherwise – is disgusting.  They’ll know it was you that did it too.

    Okay, who doesn’t want a psychedelic penguin?

    *7 Reasons for grown-ups will return tomorrow.