"My golf is woeful but I will never surrender." - Bing Crosby
"I think that the longer I look good, the better gay men feel." - Cher
"I never predict anything, and I never will." - Paul Gasgoine
It's that time of the week again, that rare glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak and gloomy world. An email, an article of such quick wit and humour, a piece of prose which makes you forget about it all on a Friday afternoon. You are bloody welcome...
Anyway, it's been a busy old time as of late what with all the hydroxychloroquine I've been buying online. I think I'm really on to something you know? Perhaps when the world is on it's last legs and we've exhausted our search for a cure they will turn to me... A noble stockpiler, a chance for hope. I will shout from the rooftops:
"Come all, for I have a lifetime supply of Cillit Bang, some malaria pills and a UV sunbed in my back garden."
That, my friends is how the world will be saved.
Meanwhile, Brits have been getting even Britisher than they have ever Britished before. Take this guy for example, a man outraged by other Brits doing exactly the same as he, his good British self is.
Elsewhere, Mick Hucknall decided that Thursday night was a good time to unpromptedly rank and compare racial ethnicities based on their cultural output via Twitter. An idea, which to be honest, was destined to be well received online...
Why? You ask...
Anyway here is the rest of whatever happened online...
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