Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: N


British Sign Language. Give me an N.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"Turf accountancy is gibberish"

Monday, 28 September 2009

Quincentennial

Five hundred posts. Who'd have thought it?

Posts with videos - still 7. Sorry.

Posts with photos - 369

Background colour - A sort of green

Posts with tags - 388

Nostrils - 8

Followers - 6

Posted comments - 57

Most common tag - Peel This

Itches scratched - 3

Trouser - 1

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: M


British Sign Language. Give me an M.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, Scout, you will feel this part of my hand repeatedly against it."

Friday, 25 September 2009

Eco-house

Or is it just green?


Has own chimney and is a swallowing hazard, but where would you put it?

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: L


British Sign Language. Give me an L.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"If you an't keep a civil tongue in your head, you will feel this part of my hand repeatedly against it."

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Hostess

I'm sure if the doorbell goes and you answer it armed with a box of these you'll get on better with whoever is calling.



The same company also make ho hos, which sound filthy.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Monday, 21 September 2009

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: J


British Sign Language. Give me a J.


Most of us would probably get this. If only all the others involved tracing the letter on your own palm.

Friday, 18 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: I


British Sign Language. Give me an I.


Wouldn't be quicker to simply point to yourself?

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: H


British Sign Language. Give me an H.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"I wash my hands of him, the lying, cheating bastard. I have no son. I'm changing my will."

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Coke Together

Here's irrefutable evidence of Beatle drug taking:

John Lennon caught sniffing coke.


Monday, 14 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: G


British Sign Language. Give me a G.


Which if unexplained, could look like:

"When I do this, you can't see it."

Sunday, 13 September 2009

Green

For absentee fathers everywhere.


Why attend boring family events when you can simply colour separation overlay yourself into the resulting photos?

Saturday, 12 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: F



British Sign Language. Give me an F.


Could be interpreted as:

"Two by two"

Friday, 11 September 2009

Thursday, 10 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: E


British Sign Language. Give me an E.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"This is the tip of my finger. I'm pointing to it with the tip of my other finger."

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Nein



It's the ninth of the ninth of the ninth of the ninth of the ninth of the ninth of the ninth.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: D


British Sign Language. Give me a D.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"And so is my finger. Maybe there's something in that. Now when I look at someone's index finger I'll be thinking about their genitals"

Monday, 7 September 2009

1100



Myster Carruthers (maybe it's a pseudonym) has 1100 friends on the Facebook.


Are you one of the friends on the Facebook?

Sunday, 6 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: C


British Sign Language. Give me a C.


Everyone else sees:

"My penis is this big"

Saturday, 5 September 2009

Beadle's Without


One of the guest stars that never was for the Hetero Disease sketch that featured in the formative experience of An Evening With Mr Caruthers, was prankster extraordinaire, the late Jeremy Beadle. Sadly circumstances didn't allow it.

Maybe next time Jeremy.

Friday, 4 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: B


British Sign Language. Give me a B.


To the layman:

"I can't afford binoculars"

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Bee Ess Ell: A



British Sign Language. Give me an A.


Although to the rest of us it looks like:

"Check out my thumb"

(Sorry Phil)

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Septembering


She's September. Apparently.
Although for the next thirty days, aren't we all?