Monday, 7 May 2012

Britains got Talent....Jonathon & Charlotte......and a massive surprise!



Saturday, 5 May 2012

Ever wish you had eyes in the back of your head?


Friday, 4 May 2012

Stewart Francis....Just for Laughs!...No one does one liners like this guy!


Thursday, 3 May 2012

"The Button"....The Dramatic Surprise!


Things That Happen Every 60 Seconds!

Out of the 86,400 seconds of in a day, 60 seconds might not be that noticeable. We spend dozens and dozens of them doing nothing, or in other words they are wasted into the time-bin of our past.....but there is a hell of a lot happening in those 60 seconds!.....take a peek! sum up!

In 60 Seconds:

  • 450 Windows 7 CDs are sold by Microsoft.
  • 12 websites get hacked in 416 attempts by hackers.
  • 1,400 movie discs are rented online on redbox.
  • out of 950 purchases 180 purchases are that of mobile phones on ebay.
  • out of $219,000 payment, $10,00o is made through mobile on Paypal.
  • 1,100 acres of land is farmed on FarVille.
  • 103 blackberry pones are sold.
  • 11 million conversations are made on instant messages.
  • 2 million internet users watch porn.
  • Google earns $75,000.
  • 2,100 checkins tracked on foursquare.
  • 2,500 ink cartridges are sold.
  • 4,000 usb devices are sold.
  • 38 tons of eWaste is generated.
  • 18 Kindle Fire sold on Amazon.
  • 11 Xbox 360 consoles are sold.
  • 925 iPhonse 4s are sold.
  • 81 iPads are sold.
  • 710 computers are sold with 555 of them having and intel processor of motherboard.
  • 232 computers get infected by malware and
  • 2.6 millions CDs or 1,820 TB of data is created.
Busy old 60 seconds really isn't it!

Justin Beanber!....Just because it made me laugh!


An AWESOME Sports collection!....and a great soundtrack!


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

What Yanks think of brits!....really?:


What men Don't say!.....but maybe they think it!


Sunday, 29 April 2012

Fails FTW!.....Some of the best of 2012 so far!


Do NOT laugh!....okay?....NO laughing whatsoever! is NOT funny!....I however PMSL and will be going to hell!


Thursday, 26 April 2012

Fails of the week! ......... July 2012


Surfing with Remi


Stewart Francis - Live at the Apollo London!


Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Jimmy Carr in Montreal......NOT for the faint hearted! this is as blue a comedian as you can get!


Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Lords....and Ladies of the dance!.......sort of ;))


Stewart Francis.....King of the one liners!


Monday, 23 April 2012

March 2012.....A month of epic FAILS!


The Egg By: Andy Weir.......I like this!

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way. 

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Facebook through the ages!