Effy, our eloquent art editor, turned 41 years old earlier this week (Happy birthyday, Effy!). But he's not very happy about it, because apparently 41 is the age at which men in Mexico are most likely to question their sexuality and realise they have gay tendencies.
Well, we all think Effy is quite safe: he's unquestionably straight and about as masculine as they come. If you don't believe us, see for yourself:
Pleased with news that road tax on SUVs and other high CO2-producing vehicles has been raised in the Budget. Land Rovers and Range Rovers are in the highest tax bands, which is bad news for people who use them to get around of course, but good news if it stops even some of the thousands of Britons considering buying one (or a RAV, or an Espace, or a Porsche 911...) this year from doing so.
I am a more important member of Team LXF than Nick. This is an undoubtable, proven fact, because Google Fight says so, and Google Fight doesn't lie.
Statistics are fun. Did you know, for example, that almost half of all British people are of below average intelligence? The average IQ around here would be somewhere around 70 if it weren't for Team LXF acting as a counterweight.
The Bath Half Marathon runs past my house, which a) is quite an annoying way to be awoken, and b) makes it rather hard to pop down the shops, at least until they've all gone. Bath is a very small town, you see, so not only are we unfit to have a full marathon, but even our half marathon requires all the runners to go around the circuit twice. Just as you think it's safe to cross the road (ie, there's only the stragglers/walkers left), the front runners come charging along.
Tea is brilliant. It's one of things that made Britain rich in the 19th century. Workers that drank tea boiled their water and put tasty antioxidant leaves in, keeping them healthier than non-tea drinkers. If religion was the opiate, tea was the antiseptic of Marx's Manchester.
This made Britain great in two ways:
I don't use an RSS reader. If I did, it would probably save this company a whole heap of cash: our bandwidth usage would halve, I'd be much more productive and I imagine various news sites around the web would probably pay us for keeping me away from their sites.
I'm rubbish at photography. Seriously, abysmally rubbish. My pictures of landscape scenes are about as inspiring as a '70s geography schoolbook diagram, and my attempts at snapping humans look like cheesy in-house bios from an insurance company corporate outing.
Specifically, I love David Gemmell books!