Another dose of Phligm Phlagm

[philmophlegm]

I'm sure this is the start of a science fiction novel.

A very useful test to work out if it's worth reading someone's internet post about politics.

My cousin Rolf.

Year of the Compromised Password

Coffee, hula hoops (2), owl. (Photoshop? Maybe.)

Mapping the surnames of London. (Apparently it's not politically correct to point out that there sure are a lot of furriners in London, so I won't. No sirree.)

Ancient NAZI buddhist statue from space! (Sort of...)

Traveller has made it into urbandictionary.com.

Life on the other worlds of the solar system, as predicted in the 1930s and 40s.

What happens when you detonate a nuclear bomb underwater?

Oh, for f***'s sake, what do they teach them at these schools? (In this case Eton.)  This man clearly is not clever enough to be Mayor of London.

Space colony art from the 1970s.

Comments

[king-pellinor.livejournal.com]

Beg your pardon? Knowing who scored thrice in a match nearly fifty years ago, in a sport you care very little about, is essential information these days? No wonder the country's going to the dogs ;-)

I wouldn't have even gotten Moore, never mind Hurst. Too busy trying to remember more important stuff, like the difference between the Bledington and Sherborne versions of Cuckoo's Nest.

[philmophlegm.livejournal.com]

With the what now?


1966 should be the fifth date kids in England learn in history lessons, after 1914, 1918, 1939 and 1945.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

1805, 1815, 1982 ...

[adaese.livejournal.com]

Neither would I, having even less interest in football. But Prime Ministers do generally seem to fake an interest in the most popular sports / pop groups (spot the blatant generalization based on tiny sample size!).

[philmophlegm.livejournal.com]

I'm not particular interested in slaughtering millions of Russians, but I know who Hitler was!