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  • 7 Reasons The 2011 Canadian Grand Prix Was The Best Ever

    7 Reasons The 2011 Canadian Grand Prix Was The Best Ever

    We were originally going to discuss the benefits of taking your own chiminea to the pub today, but that’s going to have to wait. That’s because today we must acknowledge yesterday’s Canadian Grand Prix. Admittedly, it is still fresh in our minds, so really this post is for the future. In the years to come, when people need to know about the best Grand Prix ever, they will come here for the facts they can’t find anywhere else. That doesn’t mean you can’t read today’s post today, you can. It’ll just mean more to you in 2034.

    7 Reasons The 2011 Canadian Grand Prix Was The Best Ever
    Button Under Investigation For Attaching Extra Hand To Shoulder

    1.  The Comeuppance. Lewis Hamilton finally got it yesterday. And he deserved it. For far too long he has looked ridiculous. For far too long he has worn ear studs and a stupid beard. What’s that about? Doesn’t he own a mirror? Jenson Button was quite right to squash him against the wall. Perhaps now Lewis will realise that before he sorts out his problems on the track, he must sort out those developing – on his face – off it.

    2.  The Revenge. Everyone remembers when Fernando Was Faster Than You. Finally, in the 2011 Canadian Grand Prix, we had revenge. Felipe was faster than Fernando. Until he drove into a wall anyway.

    3.  The Rain. Being British we are used to rain delays. But usually it’s while a Test Match is supposed to be happening. For the duration of the delay we usually get Blowers talking about pigeons and buses. During the two hour delay during the Grand Prix, we had Martin Brundle and David Coulthard talking about red-shouldered crows and boats. Maybe it was the lack of the cravat, but listening to Brundle and Coulthard was painful. They were mind-numbingly boring. At one point I may have even started thinking about table decorations for my forthcoming wedding. They were that boring. And because of that it was quite simply one of the most genial bits of commentary I have ever heard. They took me to a point where I was desperate for racing. After two hours I don’t think I have ever wanted to see an F1 race more. I would have been happy to watch thirty laps behind the safety car. Just so Brundle and Coulthard stopped repeating the same thing every five minutes. It was the perfect contrast to what was about to develop. Well done BBC.

    4.  The Steward. Depending on which video you choose to watch on YouTube, this is either called Steward Falls Over, So Funny!!! or Steward Nearly Dies, So Scary. I’ll let you decide, but at the time I thought I was about to watch a decapitation.

    *Edit* Formula One Management have seen fit remove all evidence of this from YouTube but you can view it on the BBC Sport website which we have helpfully linked to here. Sadly, it’s only available to UK users.

    5.  The Bad Guys. There were two of them. Both Germans. Naturally. They were first and second in the running for the critical stages of the race. The leader was Sebastian Vettel. The young master who had developed a bloody annoying habit of winning all the time. In second was Michael Schumacher. The legend and one of only two drivers who could make Ralf Schumacher look stupid. The other being Ralf Schumacher. For the hero to win this race, he had to pass them both. An accomplishment that would rank alongside Sonic defeating both Dr Robotnix and Shadow.

    6.  The Good Guy. You have probably worked it out by now, but the good guy was the Brit. (The one who doesn’t look silly and isn’t of Italian and Scottish ancestry.) Jenson Button had five pit stops, a drive through penalty, two collisions, two cheese rolls, a game of Scrabble, a tinkle on the piano, a phone call with Nigel Mansell, another cheese roll, an argument with a cactus and at one point was last on the track. And yet, in a plot that makes The Love Bug look realistic, he made his way through the field and, on the last lap, passed Vettel and won. Won! And he did it all while looking like Chris Martin. Genius.

    7.  The Also Rans. This has been somewhat overlooked, but Hispania Racing achieved the best result in their history during this race – 13th and 14th. Well done to them. On a similar scale of achievement, I went thirty-six consecutive laps without needing to use the bathroom. Best effort of the season so far that.

  • Russian Roulette Sunday: Competition Time

    Russian Roulette Sunday: Competition Time

    Russian Roulette Sunday: Competition TimeThis isn’t the first time we have tried our hand at 7 Reasons competitions. We are sure you remember with great fondness our ‘Be the 8th Reasoner’ and ‘Pimp Our Sofa’ contests. Today sees us continue that great tradition. Only this time there is more at stake than just pride. Fresh from the Emporium, we have three sets of Propaganda Postcards to give away. To stand a chance of winning, just answer the questions below – ideally with the correct answers. Then send your entries to [email protected] with ‘Competitions’ as the subject. The closing date is 11:59:59pm on Tuesday, 14th June 2011. Good luck!

    *HINT* All the answers will be found on this website. Do not rely on wikipedia.

    1) When the 7 Reasons team successfully invades France, what do we plan to replace the Eiffel Tower with?

    2) What colour should you paint your front door?

    3) Which date should be known as the day of the sausage?

    4) At what time should you not carry out bicycle maintenance?

    5) What vehicle should you not drive up the M4?

    6) How many sailors make up the 7 Reasons sponsored Mongolian Navy?

    7) What type of dancer are at least 50% of the 7 Reasons team afraid of?

    *Winners will be chosen at random from those who answer all questions correctly. No cash alternative. No t-shirt alternative. Sorry.

  • 7 Reasons To Have A Second Birthday.  Today!

    7 Reasons To Have A Second Birthday. Today!

    It turns out that today is the perfect day to have your second birthday.  Here are seven reasons that you should.

    1.  Because You Can.  You might not think you can have a second birthday on June 10th, but you can.  You probably think that only the Queen can have two birthdays, but you’re wrong.  The Queen doesn’t have two birthdays, she has three.  She has her birthday, her official birthday and today, in the Solomon Islands – but nowhere else – it’s the Queen’s official birthday there.  Is it really fair that the Queen should have three times as many birthdays as the rest of us?  Of course not.  No one would mind if you had a second birthday on June 10th, least of all the Queen who’d still be one better than the rest of us.

    2.  Because The Weather’s Right For It.  The date of June 10th falls during the month of June, you may not be surprised to learn.  This means that the weather is guaranteed.  Because on any birthday in June, it will rain.  This will make the weather on your actual birthday – unless that too, falls in June – seem positively glorious in comparison.

    3.  Because It Can Only Improve Your Day.  Today, I was woken at 5:30am by my wife announcing that our son had wet the bed.  “Never mind”, I said, “you can put him in our bed for a couple of hours”.  “I can’t”, she replied, “it’s our bed that he’s wet”.  You need a second birthday to get over that sort of news.  I’m sure that many of you have also woken up to similarly bad news or had unfortunate experiences today (possibly involving rain).  It’s not too late to have a second birthday.  Have it now, you deserve it.

    4.  Because Tomorrow Is World Gin Day.  Tomorrow, in its infinite wisdom, the world – or gin – has decided that it’s World Gin Day.  If you have your second birthday today and request gin, tonic, limes, Angostora bitters, ice and glasses (because receptacles are important), you’ll be perfectly equipped for tomorrow’s festivities.  And you’ll have got the cake-eating out of the way, because if there’s one thing that gin doesn’t go with it’s cake*.  Have your cake today.  And eat it.

    5.  Because Something Good Needs To Happen On June 10th.  Sometimes, when writing about a particular day we do actual research via the medium of Google.  Having researched June 10th, I can confirm that it’s one of the dullest days in history and can disclose that the two events with the most humour potential from this date are that the first public zoo was opened in France in 1794 and Elizabeth Hurley was born in 1965.  It’s not just that you need June 10th for your second birthday.  June 10th needs you.

    6.  Because It’s The Right Time Of Year.  If you have a birthday in February or November, you probably lose out presents-wise because of your special day’s proximity to Christmas.  That’s right, Jesus was born too and he’s far more important than you.  June 10th is almost in the middle of the year and is as far away from Christmas as you can hope to get**.  So, with your second birthday on June 10th, you’ll get better presents and you’ll foil Jesus.  It’s all win.

    7.  Because It’s Jon’s Birthday.  Today, June 10th, is my writing partner Jonathan Lee’s birthday.  If everyone else had a second birthday today then he would age at half the speed of the rest of us (though anyone that saw yesterday’s post might say he’s making rather a good fist of that already***).  We’d all become world-weary and cynical and while, in the Autumn of our lives, our minds had closed to fun, tomfoolery and japery, Jon would still be merrily frolicking away, committing acts of piracy in his garden.  The world’s a much better place for that. Happy birthday Jon.

     

    *If there are two things that gin doesn’t go with they’re cake and cycling.

    **Except for Mecca.

    ***He wrote, in his glass house.

     

     

  • 7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    It’s nearly time for the members of the 7 Reasons team to celebrate their birthdays again. Jon reaches the grand old age of 28 tomorrow, while Marc will fall just shy of his half-century on the 18th. As a result there have been a lot of cardboard tubes lying around the 7 Reasons sofa this week. No doubt they were once wound in birthday related wrapping paper. While the forthcoming presents certainly entertain the mind, it is the sight of the cardboard tubes that have excited us thus far. Well, excited Jon anyway. You see, there is so much that a cardboard tube can be used for. Let’s have a look.

    1.  Sport. If the sport features a bat, you can play it with a cardboard tube. With the amount of cricket related posts on this site, these seemed like an opportune moment to feature another sport. So this is how you would face down Roger Clemens with a cardboard tube.

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    2.  Music. Immediate thoughts of turning a cardboard tube into an instrument will surely give you a vision of a didgeridoo. Fair enough. But a cardboard tube is so much more. It’s also a flute.

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    3.  Wooden Leg. Sadly, accidents will happen. Which is why you need to be ready for any eventuality. What you can’t see in the above photo is that the dog from across the road was gnawing at my right leg. So bad was it that I lost it from the knee down. Luckily I had my cardboard tube with me. It formed an immediate replacement. It’s a not a pre-requisite to look camp, it’s just very hard not to.

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    4.  Pointer. When you want to get you message across, sometimes holding a pointing device will help. Here I show how you would use a cardboard tube to point at a shed. I don’t think there is any doubt that I mean business.

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    5.  On Guard. Unlike scissors, the cardboard tube also works for left-handers. Although I am right-handed, I am comfortable using this sword with my left-hand.

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    6.  Invaders. If the French were to invade the UK – which obviously is a laughable proposition – a cardboard tube would act as a very viable telescope. If would almost certainly give the invading army flashbacks to the sight of Nelson.

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    7.  Fitness. Joining the local gym is expensive. And joining the gym 300 miles away even more so. As a result keeping fit at home is the ultimate alternative. As is aptly displayed here, weightlifting with a cardboard tube is both easy and fun. Again you will look camp, but that seems a small price to pay given the guns you will eventually develop.*

    7 Reasons A Cardboard Tube Is The Essential Accessory

    *Yes. I had reattached my leg.

  • 7 Reasons Windowgate Is Baffling

    7 Reasons Windowgate Is Baffling

    If you’re at all interested in cricket or windows, then you can’t have failed to have noticed that, in a tale that came to be known as Windowgate, a window in the England dressing room got broken by Matt Prior at Lord’s yesterday.  This story then snowballed taking many unexpected twists and turns along the way.  I was listening as events unfolded.  Here are seven reasons that the story is baffling.

    1.  The Explanation.  The ECB’s initial explanation for the incident was that “the glass had been broken after Prior’s gloves ricocheted off a kit bag and knocked the bats, resting on the window pane.”  This seemed almost entirely plausible.  To the abjectly mad.  People who have no concept of the relative mass and density of gloves and bats might also be misled by this statement.  I, as an owner of both gloves and bats, however, am not taken in by what we can only call the Magic Glove theory.  I can categorically state that in over thirty years of glove ownership, I have never seen one ricochet.

    2.  The Withdrawal Of The Explanation.  By the time the explanation was withdrawn, my speculation had become fevered.  So if it wasn’t a Magic Glove, what was it?  Was a lone glove-man in the England dressing room hurling gloves at bats from a grassy knoll?  Were bats being hurled from book depositories?  Were books being hurled from bat depositories?  Was there a shadowy third glove-hurler in the showers?  Oh, they’ve withdrawn the explanation now.  Wait!  That makes it seem even more sinister and mysterious.

    3.  The Explanation For The Withdrawal Of The Explanation.  On withdrawing his initial explanation, England spokesman James Avery said that he “had been working from second-hand information”.  He failed to mention that not only was the information second-hand, it was also implausible gibberish.  After all, second-hand information isn’t intrinsically bad.  I didn’t find out about the sinking of the Titanic first-hand, and I’m fairly sure that you didn’t either.  I’m confident that it happened though, and in the manner that it was told to me.  To blame the implausibility and inaccuracy of a laughably shoddily fabricated account on it being second-hand is preposterous.  What he should have done is blame it on an idiot, because there’s definitely one involved there somewhere.

    4.  The All-New Explanation.  The ECB then had another go at explaining the breakage.  “Prior had his bat on the ledge where the wall met the window of the dressing room. The bat handle bounced off the wall onto the glass and the glass broke.”  Ah, this sounds more plausible (as most things do when there isn’t a magic glove involved).  This account of events is far more believable than the first, unless, that is, you’re an exponent of that arcane and little-known (to the ECB) science, physics.  Newton’s law states that “to every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction”, and that holds true in this case.  In my over thirty years of bat-ownership, I’ve never seen one move of its own accord.  I also believe that if England possessed a magic or sentient bat, Straussy would have been using it in the second innings, so we can be certain that this is a conventional cricket bat.  This means that for it to have bounced off the wall, there must have been an action to which the bat was reacting.  In this case, the only possible explanation is that the England dressing room at Lord’s has a twitching wall; a wall that twitched and caused the bat handle to bounce onto the glass, which then shattered.  In the interests of research I googled “Lord’s twitching wall” and found no account of it, which is strange for a cricket ground with such a well-documented history.  I smelled a rat.*  The second explanation was no better than the first.

    5.  Just What Are They Trying To Keep From Us? So if neither of those explanations are to be believed, what could possibly have happened in that dressing room that would cause the ECB to go to such lengths to cover it up?  Some sort of second Roswell incident?  Was Glen Miller in there?  The Loch Ness Monster?  All the ECB seem to have achieved with their accounts of the incident is to fuel much conjecture, discussion, speculation and publicity.

    6.  I Have A Theory Of My Own.  Some may call it fanciful, some may call it far-fetched, some may call it pie-in-the-sky, but here’s what might – in my mind – have happened.  Competitive sportsman Matt Prior, who was, according to an eye-witness, “…cursing and muttering when he walked up the stairs to the pavilion”, furious at being run out, entered the dressing room and angrily hurled his bat to the floor. It then ricocheted off the floor and struck the window, causing it to break.  This theory of mine is unsubstantiated, unlike the Twitching Wall theory, which has been endorsed by Andrew Strauss (though he was on the balcony at the time and didn’t see it himself), but it does have some advantages over either of the explanations offered by the ECB:  It’s plausible, it’s physically possible, it doesn’t involve a magic glove, it doesn’t involve a twitching wall, and James Avery didn’t say it.

    7.  The Biggest Mystery Of All.  If my theory were, in fact, true, no one would have batted an eyelid at that course of events.  No one was badly hurt and Prior apologised and was fined.  We would all have put it down to a bit natural frustration and moved on.  The ECB seem to have taken what was a very unremarkable incident and have turned it into Windowgate: An epic tale of ineptitude, implausibility, bullshit and chicanery.   Quite why they did this is the most baffling thing of all.

     

    *Figuratively.

     

  • 7 Reasons Prison Transforms People

    7 Reasons Prison Transforms People

    A lot is said about the prison service. Especially here in the UK. Many people seem to think that being an inmate is an easy life. You have your own TVs and a free day pass. In some cases, you even have your own dogs. Well, bitches. And then, when you’ve done half the time for your crime, you’re released. To be honest, this was an opinion I also shared. That was until the other night when I saw an episode of Porridge. I am now of the opinion that prison does indeed do what it sets out to do. It transforms people. Here’s why:

    7 Reasons Prison Transforms People

    1.  Fitness. Prison is full of bullies. There isn’t a nice way to say this, so I’m going to be straight with you. If you’ve got moobs, you are going to be teased. What better incentive is there then to get you doing pull-ups off the bunk bed? Prison gives you guns.

    2.  Art. You know what really states that you are not to be messed with? Yep, a tattoo. Not of a dolphin on your ankle, but a snake wrapped around your whole body. Probably accompanied by a skull. And a Millwall FC logo. Prison develops the culture vulture in you.

    3.  Crimes. Prison is all about reputation. The axe murderers aren’t going to look too impressed if you turn up and announce you’re inside for serial parking ticket evasion. That’s why, if you’ve still got them, you should use your scruples. You have to transform yourself into a different person. And that means exaggerating your crime. Yes, you are a serial parking ticket evader, but the only reason you evade them is because you stole the cars in the first place then reduced the number of traffic wardens on patrol. Prison teaches you to sell yourself.

    4.  Names. You can’t go to prison and call yourself Marc Fearns. Fearns? You’ll get a reputation as a right nancy boy. You can’t even call yourself ‘The Fearns’, ‘Fearnsy’ or ‘Fearnso’. So you have to be inventive. And call yourself ‘Terror’. Not because you are a little terror, but because it is short for ‘territory’. Which comes from the calling card you leave where you would usually place the parking ticket. The one that says, ‘Marc-ing My Territory’. Prison inspires creativity.

    5.  Goldilocks. Everyone has told you that long, curly, greasy, ginger hair is not the look, yet the impending prospect of a jail term is the only medium that will make you do something about it. You don’t want people seeing your mane as something to hang on to. Prison cures perms. And dandruff.

    6.  Gravel. Joe Pasquale wouldn’t last five minutes in prison. That’s not because his jokes aren’t funny, it’s because he sounds like a girl. You really don’t want a reputation as someone whose balls have yet to drop. Unless you’re a woman. That’s why you need to put on a deep, East End accent. Use Ray Winstone as your benchmark. Prison makes you a man.

    7.  Posture. At home you may readily bend down to pick up the soap. I have heard from some sources that this is not the thing to do in the prison showers. Something about getting slapped on the backside by a wet towel. As such, in prison, you should remain upright at all times. Prison transforms you into an upstanding member of society.

  • 7 Reasons I Won’t Be Using The Self-Checkout Machines At My Local Supermarket

    7 Reasons I Won’t Be Using The Self-Checkout Machines At My Local Supermarket

    I’m not totally against self-checkout machines or progress, but the ones at my local supermarket have turned shopping into a living hell*.  Here’s why I won’t be using them.

    1.  They’re Confusing.  Now I’m not a man easily confused by technology.  I can put together websites that almost work and look good; I can write HTML and CSS code and I can do things to the inside of PCs too.  And given that the self-checkout systems are supposed to be a user-friendly interface that are accessible to people with little tech-savvy or confidence, you might expect that I’d be able to use them easily.  But they’re bewildering.  Not in and of themselves, but because they are located in a packed group of self-checkouts in a very small space going through different stages of the transaction but bellowing instructions at their customer in the same identical voice.  “Please scan your first item”.  Wait, what!  I’m on my third.  “Please replace the item in the bagging area”.  What!  I haven’t removed the item from the bagging area.  “Please wait for assistance.” Assistance?  To scan a jar of cloves? How daft do I look? Having a row of three machines with only one voice is idiotic.  It’s like having a third member of Jedward.

    2.  Buying Alcohol Becomes Difficult.  Occasionally** I like to buy some beer or wine.  This is not a straightforward purchase at the self-checkout because a light suddenly flashes above your machine (sadly no klaxon) and a member of staff has to come over to approve your purchase.  I have no problem with that whatsoever (except that I haven’t been asked for ID for about two years now); I hold a personal licence to sell alcohol myself.  I have a problem with the amount of time it wastes when I’m shopping in a small store.  Both mine, and that of the person who has to verify that I’m over eighteen.  Because at my local shop…

    3.  When You Need Assistance Everything Comes To A Halt.  In my local supermarket, no matter how busy it gets, the staff working at the manned tills are the ones that have to come over to verify age, remove security tags or deal with the halfwit that’s wondering where the barcode is on a lime, at the self-checkout.  They have to abandon their tills – once they’ve finished dealing with their current customer – leaving you waiting for them to do that, and while they’re dealing with you, there’s a queue of people waiting for the staff member to come back to deal with them.  This annoys everyone.  This means that far from being an efficient system that eases the burden on the staff, they end up spending much of their time travelling between the checkout and the self-checkout and when they are dealing with customers, those customers are ill-tempered.  Essentially their working lives are spent rushing around placating a mob.  They aren’t even equipped with truncheons or tall hats.

    4.  The Machine Tells You Off If You Move Anything.  This is annoying at any self-checkout but, when added to the other frustrations in a small store it becomes infuriating.  The bagging area is tiny and the chances are that you’re probably buying more than one thing.  But if – during your game of bagging area jenga – you move anything in the bagging area, the checkout (or possibly the one next to it, who knows?) bellows at you to replace it.  I don’t go to a supermarket to play a game in which I am forced to balance an assortment of dissonantly shaped objects on a small space while being bellowed at by a robot.  If I wanted to play that game, I’d go to a Japanese television studio.

    5.  The Machine Is Patronising.  Once all the “fun” is over and you’ve paid for everything you were able to balance successfully in the bagging area and you’ve received your receipt (and twelve others), you start taking your items.  And, at some point while you’re doing that, the machine will bellow “please take your items” at you.  But you don’t need to be asked to do this because firstly, you’re already doing it and secondly – unless you’ve been kidnapped by a band of Gododdin tribesman and held prisoner for the past 1500 years or so  – you’ll be aware of how the concept of a shopping transaction works and you’ll already know that once you’ve paid for your items you should take them with you.  And that’s probably when you’ll snap.

    6.  Other Shoppers Will Look At You Strangely When You Argue With It. “I know!  I bloody know!  Of course I’m going to take my sodding items you authoritarian automaton!  That’s what I came here for!   I didn’t come here to give you money and then just leave my goods, that would be cretinous!  I wholly understand that if I leave this lime here with you then when I get home there will be no lime in my gin and tonic.  I get that!  I want the lime!”  It’s much like the modern tradition of arguing with the sat-nav in the car, except that in the car there isn’t a line of slack-jawed people backing away from you and shielding their children from Disproportionately-Angry-Man.  Or if there is, you’re a bus driver.

    7.  Human interaction.  I just like people.  I want to deal with a person:  Not an exhausted, defensive person whose shift has been spent in the service of an infernal machine and in placating the bewildered, the angry and the truculent but a person that is relaxed and at ease in their environs and with their customers.  But I can’t because of the machines.  I miss the happy people that the self-checkout machines have turned into the dejected and the unsmiling.  After all, if I wanted to be scowled at and resented I could just stay at home.

     

    *Okay, an unpleasant experience.

    **On almost every occasion.

     

  • 7 Reasons According To Them

    7 Reasons According To Them

    Everywhere you go, celebrities are endorsing something or other.  Now it’s our turn.*

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    "7 Reasons wanted to stop me. They failed. Now I'm going to crush them in my giant hand."
    "We will be judged by 7 Reasons. When they want to inflict great pain on the world they will stop writing."
    "I've bought a komodo dragon, a cross-eyed opossum, a Kim Jong Il and I've urinated in a policeman's helmet. Thank you 7 Reasons."
    "I adore 7 Reasons; it's an absolute joy to read every day. It's an essential lifestyle guide that has taught me so much about cats and biscuits. Both of the team seem lovely, but I especially like the tall, grumpy one with the spell-check facility. And thanks to the other one, I'm planning a trip to Whitstable."
    "I'm a devotee of 7 Reasons and can categorically state that it is NOT a cult. Not even close."
    "The 7 Reasons Marc Fearns picture book gets me hyped."
    "I read 7 Reasons and now I'd give my right arm to beat the French. At anything."

    *Only words and pictures have been altered and fabricated in the making of this post.  Everything else is real.

  • Guest Post: 7 Reasons Air Travel Can Be A Pain In The Butt

    Guest Post: 7 Reasons Air Travel Can Be A Pain In The Butt

    Today’s guest post is written by Sally. That is all we know about her. We suspect, judging by her use of ‘z’s instead of ‘s’s, that she resides on the other side of the pond. Other than that, our file is empty. You might think letting such a mysterious character onto the 7 Reasons sofa is as dangerous as the 7 Reasons cushions themselves. For the sake of keeping you entertained this Saturday though, it is a risk we are prepared to take. And it means we can watch the cricket. After the nice picture, it’ll be Sally.

    7 Reasons Air Travel Can Be A Pain In The Butt

    Did you know people actually used to get dressed up to fly on an airplane? I mean, people were so excited to fly that they would actually break out their Sunday best for the flight. Why? Because flying was seen as such an exciting, high-class event that it was as much a highlight of their trip as actually getting to the destination. Most travelers could not imagine that today, as it feels like these once great sky coaches have been reduced to little more than a cattle car that flies. With that in mind, here are seven reasons why traveling in the year 2011 can be a giant pain in the butt.

    1.  Packing. Some of us were born without that organizational gene. You know, the one that lets people organize their sock drawers and car glove compartments. I never quite figured these out. Normally, it’s just a minor inconvenience. But when it comes to packing for a trip, I’m hopeless. I might as well just pile my clothes on top of a suitcase and hire a fat guy to sit on it.

    2.  Getting To The Airport. I’d like to send a message to all my friends. I am not a cab driver. Do not ask me to take you to the airport. First, people never fly at normal times, and waking up 4 hours before I have to go work is not worth you saving $15 in cab fare. Also, you’re about to go on a fun trip and I’m about to turn around and drive home from the airport in morning rush-hour traffic by myself. Hearing you talk about it on the way there makes me want to drive off the road into a tree. And I’m pretty sure your travel insurance doesn’t cover that.

    3.  Airport Check-in Staff. Okay, I just wanted to ask a simple question and see if there was an available window seat on my flight. You don’t have to talk down to me. You have the easiest job in the world. You type my name into the computer, you asked me a couple of dumb questions about my luggage (by the way, don’t you think anyone carrying contraband in their luggage would just lie?), and then you print out my ticket. Don’t act like you invented the airplane.

    4.  Airline Security Staff. Pretty much the same as reason three, except they’re more smug, less competent and fondle people’s legs for a living. We were never destined to get on.

    5.  Safety Speech Freestyling. Yes, we know! We have all heard it a million times. Just because it’s rehashed, I still don’t want to hear your lame canned jokes. I understand this is your one chance to show a little personality during the flight, but hearing Bob the flight attendant – not his real name – rap about oxygen masks makes me want to strangle myself with one.

    6.  Fellow Passengers. Sadly, I can’t charter my own flight, which means I have to travel with other people. At least I think they’re people. Sometimes you wonder given that don’t seem to get that the big piece of plastic in front of them is a seat with someone in it. Usually me. Kicking it makes me want to stop strangling myself with the oxygen mask and instead have a go on them. Either that or I regret not driving into that tree on the way to the airport.

    7.  Baggage Claim. Seriously, all you have to do is get the baggage from there, bring it here, and put it on the little conveyor belt. Why is this a half-hour long process? And why is my bag always last? And why do I only spot it when it’s passed me which means I look an idiot running after it?

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    Two Posts On A Friday?! What’s Going On?!

     

    My Lords, Ladies, gentlemen and uncategorised people that aren’t covered in the first three, prepare to be astonished!  Prepare to be amazed!  Prepare to gaze upon something new in wonderment and with awe!  We have something to announce and it’s big news.  Here we go.

    When we opened the 7 Reasons Emporium, we got all the products designed and ready and then we realised that we had nowhere to sell them and the shop got put together as a bit of an afterthought.  We tried to make it work as a part of our website’s theme (and failed) so we had to build a new site for it and we modified an existing theme to make it work.  Neither of the team were thrilled with the look or functionality of this theme and, as people that pride themselves on their eye(s) for design and general web savviness, that hurt.

    We realised that we had to redesign the Emporium for the sake of our own self-respect.  It got to the stage that we didn’t like to look at even.  We weren’t sure when we were going to be able to fit a redesign in (we’ve only just redone the main website) but then one of the team (we won’t mention which one) had a brilliant idea.  “Jon”, he said, “I’ve found the time to redesign our emporium.  I’ve calculated that we waste at least six hours every day just lying in the dark*.  Let’s use those wasted hours to set up a new site and build a new emporium.”  So that’s what we’ve been doing for the last ten days or so.

    Now, the 7 Reasons Emporium 2.0 is here.  It’s new, it’s shiny, it’s got stuff that moves, it looks absolutely bloody lovely and it’s got giant lemons.  We’re so happy with it that we grin like idiots whenever we look at it and feel dizzy whenever we stand up**.  We’d like to encourage you to visit it, to click on things and to generally gaze at it (and buy stuff).  We’re even offering 10% off the price of all t-shirts this weekend to celebrate the relaunch.  We’d love to hear your feedback and product ideas, which can be directed to this email address.  We hope you enjoy the new emporium,

    Marc and Jon.

     

    *Separately.

    **That may be fatigue.***

    ***Or gin.