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  • Russian Roulette Sunday: Halloween Special

    Russian Roulette Sunday: Halloween Special

    Hi, Marc here.  Happy Halloween.  Jon and I thought long and hard about what to bring you on el Día de los Muertos and, having considered it for some time we began working on a project early last week.  Then things went a bit awry, and we ended up postponing it until next year.  So it was left to me to write the Halloween special alone.  And, looking into the dark recesses of my soul for inspiration, I came up with a horror-filled tale of woe and dread.  Do not read on if you are of a nervous disposition.  Or if you are a lover of poetry.

    a scary picture of a spooky house

    1

    ‘Twas a crisp, moonlit night, and all was still,

    yet into the house came a terrible chill,

    the creak of a door, an inrush of air,

    the muffled report of a foot on the stair.

    2

    The woman awoke, and sat with a start,

    with trembling hands, and a racing heart,

    was it her husband, returned from the bar?

    Was it a spectre, or a burglar?

    3

    A rustling sound rose up from the kitchen,

    and this resolved her to spring into action,

    Shrilly, she called, in a faltering voice,

    “Who is that down there, that’s causing the noise?”

    4

    No answer was given, to her nervous query,

    she listened and listened, the silence was eerie,

    and so it was, with a palpable dread,

    she resolved to get up and stepped out of the bed.

    5

    She crossed the room swiftly, donning her gown,

    tiptoed through the door and prepared to go down,

    to discover who-knew-what was down there.

    She stifled a whimper and went down the stairs.

    6

    Breathlessly she crept, along the hallway,

    and when she arrived at the kitchen doorway,

    she flung open the door, and switched on the light,

    and then she received the most terrible fright.

    7

    She recoiled in horror, and let out a shriek,

    she fell to the floor unable to speak,

    she covered her eyes and continued to scream,

    ‘twas quite the most horrible thing that she’d seen.

    8

    So what was this horror, this terror, this sight?

    That haunted the kitchen in the dead of night?

    The most hideous thing she ever will see,

    ‘twas the bone-chilling mask of Jonathan Lee.

    A scary Jonathan Lee mask hanging from a pan rack

    Have a great Halloween!  Oh, and if you haven’t read it yet, this comes highly recommended:  7 Reasons we Should Trick-or-Treat Ourselves out of the Deficit

  • 7 Reasons We Should Trick Or Treat Ourselves Out Of The Deficit

    7 Reasons We Should Trick Or Treat Ourselves Out Of The Deficit

    At 7 Reasons (.org) we’re humourists, writers, film-makers and…well…those things.  Occasionally though – very occasionally – we branch out.  And today is one of those days.  Because we’ve just had a really good idea.  A brilliant idea, in fact.  Britain can drag itself out of the current recession by trick-or-treating.  Yes, that’s right. we really did just say “Britain can drag itself out of the current recession by trick-or-treating”.  And it will work.  Here are seven reasons why:

    A scary pumpkin face eating a smaller pumpkin on a front lawn

    1.  History.  In Victorian Britain, you could barely move for ragamuffins up chimneys and urchins being put to work in blacking factories.  Not to mention girls in t’mill or plying their trade as occasional flower-vendors.  And Britain was the most prosperous, powerful and advanced society of the age; all built on the ruthless exploitation of children.  Trick-or-treating our way out of the deficit is essentially a more modern and palatable version of the Victorian model.  History commands us to do it.

    2. Big Society. Love them or hate them, the Tory flagship policy is something called the ‘Big Society’. The premiss, if we understand it correctly, is that it empowers local people. Demanding treats from old ladies is also pretty empowering. Some people, especially those with chainsaws, are really good at getting big treats. Logic dictates therefore, that trick-or-treating is right up Big Society’s street. Which is convenient as this is where we should all be going on Sunday night. With or without tree surgeon utensils.

    3.  Balance of Payments.  Americans are the greatest per capita consumers of confectionery in the world*.  Having trick-or-treated vast quantities of sweets from our neighbours, we can export them to America.  Not only will this be a healthy profit for Britain, it will also be a healthy profit for America; the nation that owns most British sweet manufacturers.  This perpetual transatlantic sweet transaction will enrich both nations to the point where they will be able to rid themselves of their burdensome debts and counter the economic threat of emerging nations such as China and India.**

    4.  Incentive. Trick-or-treating happens once a year. Assuming you are doing it properly that is. If we fail to eradicate the deficit this year, we will have to live through a year of cuts until October 30th 2011 when we’ll get another go. Paper cuts, however necessary, are bad. Bread knife cuts, however necessary, are even worse. Bowl cuts, however necessary, are worse still. And they are nothing compared to the cuts, however necessary, that the coalition have just announced. So if you don’t want to get cut, get out there and get some money. Or some Dairy Milks.

    5.  Pumpkins. Most people who knock on doors and ask for a donation carry charity boxes. The volume of these is seldom satisfactory and rarely saves so much as a tin of tuna let alone a Whale. A pumpkin however can be very satisfactory in size. So, once you’ve hollowed out your pumpkin – but before you’ve made eyes and stuck a candle inside – whip up and down the street a few times. Actually, make it once. People might get annoyed/poor if you get repetitive. Oh, and once you’ve finished with your pumpkin, sell it. Ideally to Americans. They wear them on their heads.

    four people lying down with pumpkins on their heads

    6.  George Osborne. Only time will tell, but given the current economic climate it is likely that Osborne will go down in history as either a genius or a buffoon. It’s fair to say, that at the time of writing, many people think he is a buffoon and they’d like to give him a slap on the chops. To others though, he is seen as a strongly-willed man making tough decisions when they are required. These people want to shake his hand. Sadly, George doesn’t have enough hands or chops to go around. Which is where this genius 7 Reasons idea comes in: Many people like dressing up and wearing masks when they set about trick or treating. This year all trick-or-treaters should wear a George Osborne mask. This way, for one night only, people all over the land get the chance to slap or shake the Chancellor.

    7.  They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? In the Great Depression (the last time things were this bad) people kept themselves entertained by participating in many dubious activities and entertainments: Dance marathons, jigsaw puzzles, penny-a-card bingo, pointing at aeroplanes and beating hoops with sticks were all popular leisure activities during the 1930s.  By using these soporifically tedious activities to distract themselves from the straitened economic circumstances and widespread hardship, people were able to gaily throw their woes aside and the national mood – in contrast to the economy – was one of buoyancy.  In 2010, we can learn from the past.  By participating in something as brain-achingly tedious as walking up and down the street in the cold and meeting the neighbours – or ceaselessly answering the front door and meeting the neighbours – we will improve national morale and, with a new, breezy confidence to fortify it, the nation will boldly march its way clear of the deficit.  And all because of trick-or-treat.***

    *We assume, based on having seen them.

    **This should work.  We have no idea why “professional” economists didn’t think of this sooner.

    ***The 7 Reasons team can be hired for the writing of manifestos and speeches and are willing to discuss the exchange of principles for money.  Or tea.  Or tiramisu.

  • Russian Roulette Sunday: Man Maketh Mask

    Russian Roulette Sunday: Man Maketh Mask

    Hello!  Marc here.  Happy Yorkshire Day.  Regular visitors to the site will doubtless be aware that we’re expecting 7 Reasons: The Trailer to be ready very soon.  But it isn’t ready yet.  I didn’t want to sit about waiting for it to arrive though – as I am reliably informed that the devil will do something with my hands – so I decided to work on something else.

    You might remember that a few months ago, in an attempt to encourage ambient advertising, Jon made PDF encoded masks that readers could order via email.  They weren’t a great success though.  From the moment we offered them, Jon was inundated with so many requests that our server crashed, causing us to receive none of the emails.  Either that, or no one ordered one, we’re not sure which.

    As I was waiting for the trailer though, I had a think.  I realised that I could actually use one of these masks, perhaps profitably, so I decided to make one.  I sent Jon an email requesting the mask PDF files and received this prompt response:

    I don’t know where they are.  Why do you want them?  What are you up to, Fearns?

    I sent an email back suggesting that they were probably somewhere near his computer and, quite soon thereafter, I received the PDF files.  Here is a guide to making a 7 Reasons mask.

    Step 1 (For some reason, I seem to be accustomed to numbering things):  Print mask onto good quality paper.  Find a similar sized piece of cardboard.  Assemble tools (scissors, glue, double-sided sticky tape, a craft or Stanley knife and elastic).

    Step 2: Discover that your wife has hidden a can of spray-mount in her bureau.  Get very excited.  Jump up and down.  Abandon the double-sided sticky tape and the boring, conventional glue.

    Step 3: Spray glue onto everything in the room (including own hand).  Clean up mess using J cloth.  Get wife to unstick your hand from the J cloth.  Receive a withering look.  Stick mask to cardboard.

    Step 4: Using the scissors, cut the excess material from the mask.  Unstick your hand from the mask.  Go and wash your hands.

    Step 5:  Take your Stanley or craft knife and begin to gouge Jon’s eyes out.  Wince and feel queasy while you do this.  Tell the Jon mask not to look.

    Step 6: Return the mask’s wink.

    Step 7: Be un-nerved by zombie Jon.

    Step 8: Using scissors, make small holes at the side of the mask and feed the elastic through them, tying it off with knots at the front; take special care not to include your little finger in the knot, as it will take an awful lot of shaking and swearing to extricate it.

    Step 9: Put on mask.  You are now ready to begin your crime spree.

    Step 10: Wander into the living room and say, “Hello”.  Your wife, once she has finished screaming and when her breathing has normalised will say, “don’t you dare wear that to bed”.  Your cat will not say anything, but will exhibit a hitherto unimagined turn of speed as he bolts through the living room door and flees in the general direction of the kitchen.  You will eventually find him, some hours later, in the garden hiding behind the compost bin.  After many hours you will be able to tempt him out with biscuits, though he will refuse to enter the living room for several days.

    So that’s how to wreak domestic havoc by making a mask, in ten simple steps.  Next week, Jon demonstrates how to bring an end to Western civilisation by baking a potato.  Or the trailer will be ready (we hope).

  • 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.