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Pub portrait #3

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Dear Internet,

Were you aware that there was such a thing as Air Sex?

Did you know that they had World Championships?

Neither did I, until I was educated by YouTube:

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Summer in London has been great so far — sunny, warm, and few rainy days. Naturally, this leads to sitting in pubs outside.

In our neighbourhood, Wapping, many of the pubs have beer gardens that look out onto the Thames. The best of these — in terms of views-of-the-Thames — is the Prospect of Whitby. Here we see their torch and Canary Wharf.

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Karen enjoys snapping photos of bizarre things around town on her mobile — and in London, there’s no shortage of bizarre things. At her request, we are introducing a new type of content to the blog: Randomly viewed.

In our first installment, we have a special spot on a sidewalk for Gary:

Note the quality of the location. It is often hard to get those spots near the drain.

Karen is not the only one who can contribute to Randomly Viewed. You can too: Simply e-mail your photo to random@mrtopp.com along with whatever credit you would like to have (it could be your name, a nickname, or a link to your own website). Any photos published here will be done so under a creative commons license, so be forewarned.

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Happy birthday, United States of America! I bought you some links!

	Paleontologists visit the Creation Museum.
The Washington Post presents the damning statistics behind Iran’s election numbers.
	Best headline of the week: Wrestling midgets killed by fake hookers
The best Transformers 2 review yet! Transformers interpreted as an avant garde art film.
	In 1971, this woman had her plane break apart at an altitude of over 3,000 m. She survived the fall and hiked through the forest to find help.
Kurt Vonnegut worked for Sports Illustrated for a day.
	Is this disturbing? Educational? A bit of both?
You want pockets in your trousers? Not at my airport!

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The Big Bad Blog has learned that there will be a zombie short film festival in Toronto on October 30th of this year.

They are accepting entries.

The rules of the game are to make a zombie film of twenty minutes or less. The cost of entry is twenty Canadian dollars. The deadline for submission is October 1st.

You can follow on Twitter at ZombieFilmFestival.

As this sort of thing seems right up the alley of many Big Bad Blog readers, we thought you might be interested. Mr Topp may be considering making an entry himself. Although he (and the Dark Weasels film crew) are already planning to shoot a short Communist Vampire film later this summer, so the timing seems poor.

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A famous (and now dead) prostitute in Germany has had her gravestone rejected for being too slutty. The Big Bad Blog was previously unaware of both the existence of slutty gravestones and anti-slut graveyard standards.

In news-you-just-could-not-make-up: The New York Mets, a professional baseball team, were disturbed at their hotel last night by furries running amok.

My friend, known as “TJ”, experiences extreme hat difficulties. Apparently Biltmore’s promised high level of customer service does not apply to those with exceptionally large heads.

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I’m taking a four day weekend, beginning tomorrow. I’m tired. I made tacos. I haven’t watched The Daily Show all week.

All this leads me to want to sit on the couch in front of the TV this evening, so I’m endulging myself with that. Of course, the WiFi in my computer is broken, so I am typing away without opportunity to post this online until I plug the laptop back in just before bed.

You’ll just have to be patient. If you’re reading this — congratulations. Patience is a virtue.

Watching The Daily Show in the UK is an interesting experience. Each day, John Stewart and his writers write about news from the day before. They then shoot the show in the afternoon (or evening?). The show then airs at 11 pm. And then the next day, it shows in the UK.

I usually record it, and often watch it yet another day later.

All in all, that means that I am (most often) watching a news show on television about news that is three days old. This must say something about the quality of the program, I suppose, that I watch it anyways.

Sadly, it’s counterpart, The Colbert Report has been cancelled in the UK. No more Colbert for us. I was remarking to Karen earlier tonight that it’s like a double-decker sandwich that’s missing a deck. Or, I suppose, like buses anywhere but in London. It is odd to suddenly find yourself on a bus without a top floor.

Have I mentioned that I’m tired? This could be why I am not making any sense.

Perhaps I should call 911. Or 999, since I’m in the UK and all. It’s what these people would do.

Also, Otter.

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We are keeping it short and sweet here at the Morning Coffee today.

A parade was disrupted by an air freshener yesterday. No word on the particular scent used in the air freshener. The police were apparently unfamiliar with deodorizers: We had no idea what it was, it was something we’d never encountered before.

Real Life Frankenstein: London, 1837. London Electrical Society, was about to receive word that the barrier between life and death had already been breached…

Fifteen creepy vintage ads is both creepy and funny.

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And to all a good night.