This is both an amazing and potentially a disturbing scientific "messing with the laws of nature". Scientists have managed to connect the brains of two rats together so that they are more or less one brain, with information gathered by one rat being acted upon by the second.
The other thread was becoming too long, so this is a new one and because "outsiders" from the internet who may be potential future employers or, worst case scenario, my present employers I can read these top level entries I will just say how wonderful work is and how good I am at it.
Earlier I picked up a copy of Louise Wener's Different for Girls - Adventures in Britpop for 50p. They are her memoirs from when she was slightly famous in the 90s. I read a bit whilst I was waiting for the bus, it's quite funny, she speaks of how girls at the age of fourteen are far too sensible to take part in "pile ons" with the boys and instead spend hours sending each other to Coventry and trying to make each other faint in various horrible ways.
She looks a bit like Gold-digging Natalie who I used to work with in this video.
What's the point of those on-line extra security pages for credit cards ? They're just a flippin' nuisance and quite pointless. I am constantly forgetting the password so type in a succession of random wrong passwords at which point it says "You obviously don't know what your password is, would you like to reset it ?"
Apparently this is going to be like the V Festival this year so for some reason Kezza & Mr Cooper are going and Karl and thousands of members of his "tribe".
I think I will probably go as well, it seems to be the week after Richards Hogsizzler so I'll probably also go to that too and make a week of it with the intervening days spent sleeping.
The Neds Atomic Dustbins are playing there which will be ACE ! And the Levellers of course and, as already mentioned Sicknote and The Asian Dub Foundation who are usually entertaining to get drunk to and muchos mas.
Last night I read Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction, he is trying to escape the clutches of Marigold Flowers and her barmy family whilst racking up thousands of pounds of debt. You just want to slap him for his idiocy.
I always thought Paul was a bit odd for shaving his arse crack but my brother's mate Wayne goes one better by shaving his bollocks, he complained the other day that it hurt like hell whenever the electric razor caught one of the hairs and pulled it out. He thought we were strange for saying that we had never tried it.
Instead of going to bed last night at a reasonable hour I started watching Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents, don't know if you have seen it but the premise is that some kids go on holiday while their parents spy on them throughout, tut a lot and then reveal themselves to embarrassed child at the end of holiday.