Remarkable colour coordination of alternative cold remedies

Obvious, perhaps, that this week I have been mainly influenced by Fantastic Man magazine. Today’s other cold remedies tested but not pictured include a walk into town in 60mph winds, and joining a private library. The former being unnsuccessful, will report any developments on the latter.

Status update: The North Briton wishes you a merry (but troublesome) Central Heating Day

I’m serious. And troublesome because I know a gas man who appreciates your business.

Back in the fray

Finds

12angrychicks

Real Estate for the discerning twenty-something | Night Run II | Machinery to make you weep | Workspaces research | Drug bags reviewed | A peak into Ahmadinejad’s emailTwelve Angry Men with hot chicks (pictured)

Fuck Buttons

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at The Other Rooms, Newcastle

Untitled (see below)

The Financial Times has published a superb animated datagraphic breaking down the costs over twenty-odd years of the UK’s various national adventures.

If this was Monocle magazine this article would likely be entitled any of the following:

—State of play
—State of affairs
—Bank state-ment
—Sorry state
—I like my state overdone

But it isn’t.

Me MEP

In celebration of the North East still returning a Labour MEP, here’s a picture of a monkey in a suit:

Much hand-wringing on the lower-blogosphere and Facebook about the BNP getting a couple of bozos to Brussels. You want democracy? You got it.

Hazel Blears

must be the only person ever to be glad to be going back to Salford.

Intermission

Normal blogging will resume after the raising and videoing of an increasingly Randian spaniel, the full refurbishment of a new office space, taxidermy gallery and capitalist resource centre, the maintenance of innumerable gas appliances, the collection of Robin Day chairs from Edinburgh, and the tearing of Wayne Hemingway’s new arsehole. Observation made by puppy today in park: ‘My, that thing over there is wearing a teeshirt with something about greedy bankers printed on it. I didn’t think turds came that big’.

Cassette boy vs. The Apprentice serves as intermission. No regrets about missed duck island gag opportunities, regrets about not posting a single thing for three weeks. Apologies offered to regular reader.

Currently reading: Spaniel instruction manual/lighting circuit theory/’Sketchbook: Conceptual drawings from the world’s most influential designers’ by Timothy O’Donnell/Robert fucking Hughes.

Currently in pocket: loose ham.

Announcement

The North Briton is pleased to announce the arrival of Milton: free market spaniel

Wait a second, he did what?

via. Instapundit