I really like drinking tea

Like all British people I drink a lot of tea. Some say too much, but I say that there is no such thing as too much. And sometimes with my hectic and stressful life, I end up drinking coffee instead, but what I really love is tea. It is bloody delicious. Nice 'n strong. No sugar. Tiny bit of milk.

I mainly drink breakfast tea, but I also like green tea, jasmine tea and rooibois.

Yum yum yum yum yum.

Ooh, I can be *such* a bitch!

People never change their minds. OK, they do, but not often. Even when presented with devastatingly powerful evidence, people still cling onto their convictions. This is well known in science.... In science, people rarely change their minds about theories they hold dear, it's just that eventually all the people who support the bad theories die and are replaced by new generations of scientists who have been brought up on the newer, better theories. If you want a recent example, look up the "Steady State" vs. "Big Bang" theories. The "Steady State" theory has been long forgotten, nowadays, not because its exponents were ever convinced by the "Big Bang" theory, but because they died.

Another example is theism vs. atheism. It is extremely rare to see somebody switch sides. But anyway,what got me thinking about this is that on the rare occasion that we have an argument, it always follows a predictable formula which looks something like this:

The loop doesn't go on forever though. I try to brake the cycle by changing the subject... this works for a while until we dive back into the argument. :D It's a good job I love her (and she's hot).

Anyway, I don't think I can be bothered to write any more and you certainly can't be bothered to read it.

Love and kisses,
x x x

A quick hello...

Hey there guys :o)

Things have been pretty quiet on here for the past week or so because I am right in the middle of exams. 3 down, 3 to go. They're all going well so far, and hopefully this is a trend that will continue.

I assure you that by the end of next week, I'll be back into the blogosphere to carry on with my usual onslaught of wit and wisdom.

Love and kisses.

Summer of Love

It seems my blog posts are getting lazier. Last time was a YouTube video and this time, a link to some awesome art by a guy named Saiman Chow. See his website here.

His work is beautiful, surreal and humourous. I first found out about him when a friend linked me to his 'Summer of love' collection which features pencil drawings of interspecies passionate kisses such as this sensual union between a lady and a pussy-cat.

There are more on Saiman's website, which I wholeheartedly recommend you check out.

That's all for now, peeps! :o)

Colin Hammer: Urban Survivor

There are already a lot of good blogs around which link to funny/great YouTube videos, and I don't want to tread on their toes but when I saw this I couldn't resist sharing it with my loyal and loving followers.

This is the first episode. There is another one on YouTube. I know it's 10-minutes long and your paltry attention spans can't manage that, but trust me when I say that it is worth the effort even if you have to crack out the Ritalin. :P




I hope you enjoy it and share it with your friends :D

Too many clothes; not enough space...

My girlfriend recently moved in with me. She brought with her several square kilometres* of absolute junk. She doesn't agree that it is junk, though. She says it is "clothes, jewellery, make-up and pretty-things."
Whatever it is, the fact of the matter is that there is just not enough room for it all. I love her and everything, but no man should have to put up with this amount of crap in his house.

So, I began to look for solutions, and it turns out that this problem is one which has troubled philosophers such as Socrates and Plato, right through to Descartes and Bentham; and one which continues to bewilder 21st century thinkers such as Brian Cox and Richard Dawkins.

I think I might have found the answer, though. A young scholar named Tinie Tempah (seen below) writes:

"I've got so many clothes, I keep some at my Aunt's house"

Hopefully this is a piece of advice that my girlfriend will be willing to adhere to because the current arrangement of girly-crap all over my beloved bachelor-pad is unsustainable. Does anybody else have this problem?

*kilometres are what British people call 'kilometers'

Look at these chickens!

Just a short post today. I wasn't planning on updating until after the weekend but I thought of this and I couldn't resist.

A few of my friends keep chickens and so I have become familiar with a fair few of the rarer and more exciting breeds. My favourite type, though, are these Silke hens, which I fell in love with from the moment I first encountered one.

Now, how adorable is that? Silke hens just look so preposterous, they should only be found in a Pixar or Dreamworks film. But they real, and they walk around my friend's back garden. I've spent many a happy hour in the sunshine with a cup of tea, watching these fantastic creatures wander around.

That's all, folks.
Peace and love!