Terry Wogan's Secret Pirate Radio

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Meet... Gwyn

Think I've posted this before, but I don't care, this touching rendition is always worth a watch...

Elephant Man Elvis

I am not an animal... I am The King!!

Arise Sir Chafe-alot!

The only time he's ever gotta lot of mail...

Chain-mail, gerrit?

How To Be A Winner!!!

Take the tips from the champ... the champ of solitaire!
(I guarantee you'll love this!)



BOOOM!!!

Death Of The Towers

This commercial was made to promote renewable energy. Sadly I fear they're wasting their time. One of the scariest thoughts about the future is that the world will be full of leaky nuclear power plants. Nice place for my kids to grow up in. Hey, enough of my moaning, more silly videos please...

Anyone For Soccer?

For me this is the lovely game in a nut-shell.

Benton Is Free!!!

WATCH WATCH WATCH!! One man and his dog have just made me wet myself...



And to take it one step sillier, watch this nice use of the audio...



Or this final baby which made me finally laugh out a little bit of snot...



I love the internet!!!! FENTONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

Back In The Saddle

For those of you who have been bemoaning the quality of my posts, saying I've "sold out to the man" and lost the true essence of the gallery, to those people I give you...

Temptation?

Ah a nice little cake to cheer up grumpy ian curtis...

Nobody Cares, Ken...

A purely self-indulgent clip now, as although many may know old terry wogan, not that many will know he used to have a marvellous breakfast show here on sleepy BBC Radio 2. And even less may be aware that his "hand-over" to the next morning DJ was to ken bruce, and their little "tete-a-tete"s were delightfully mundane and pointless. Aaanyway, here are two funny comedians pretending to be them. (I love this and can't stop playing it!!!)



Ah, nobody cares, Ken.

Two Reasons I Love The Internet...

I'm well aware of how sad this makes me, but fuck it!

Honourin' Carlin

You'd be amazed at the amount of youtube comments for this that said "R.I.P. George".
Obviously didn't really grasp George's philosophy on religion and all that!

Damned Gravity...

Breeding The Perfect Race

Last Meals On Death Row

London photographer James Reynolds documented the final meals of former death row inmates. Cheerful, eh. The prison trays are replicas of those used in maximum security prisons.
"I saw a small list of what a few death row prisoners had chosen for their last meals before their deaths and I wondered what they would look like as a visual image. After all, these meals would be one of the last things these prisoners see before they die. At first I just wanted to see what these meals looked like on the iconic prison tray. I wanted to get the viewer to think, or have an opinion.‘I’d like to think that the photographs make the viewer think, what thought that is, I am not sure, as I myself had more thoughts the more I looked at them. What would my last meal be? What kind of people were these prisoners? Why did they choose that particular meal? What crime did they commit?"

‘The single olive still had its stone. The inmate thought that after being executed and buried, an olive tree—a symbol of peace—would grow from him. It was indeed a very profound thought or idea, but an olive tree has not yet been found on his grave.’
Shame that the stone of a processed black olive will never germinate. It has been boiled and packed in brine. It is a dead as the prisoner. Someone should've told him really...

P.S. Thanks to howtobearetronaut, I totally plagiarised your post!

A Disgrace To The Human Species

Sniff up a quick line of Richie! It's the good shit!

No-Loos Lautrec

Here is a photograph of Toulouse-Lautrec shitting on a beach...

Yes, you did just see that. In 1898, Parisian art gallery owner Maurice Joyant photographed his childhood friend Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec defecating on the beach at Le Crotoy, Picardie. A year later Toulouse-Lautrec was committed to an asylum, in 1901 he died from complications caused by alcoholism and syphilis.

Little turd.

It's been a while since I could be bothered to whitter on about who makes me laugh the most, I know. Sorry, if you've been waiting! Anyway, this time it is the turn of... Tim Vine. Now many people I know will groan at this particular selection, but tough-titty because I love him!!

Not too much back-story to Tim, born 1967 in Cheam, Surrey, England, (Cheam, the legendary home of Tony Hancock, more of him another time!), started doing stand-up as a young man, and hit The Edinburgh Fringe in 1995 and won the newcomer perrier award. His shows are an unceasing wash of puns and silliness, the following is one of my favourite bits of fun ever...

Anyone now picking a pen up from the floor? Hmm? I bet you are! If this left anyone wanting more, then click HERE to see hockey-stick behind the ear! He's done lots of tv shows, from naff game shows, (Whittle), to sketch shows, (The Sketch Show), to a very funny sit-com, (Not Going Out). But he's at his best on stage, he reminds me a lot of one of my first heros, Tommy Cooper.

Paper Boy