Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
New statistics make me a Christian (bloody maths)
Sadly, even as a devout and faithful atheist, I have to accept that new statistics do indeed show that I have the same religious beliefs as Christians.
Over the years I have enjoyed many many discussions with Christians about how one of us is talking shit. But some pretty basic maths has proved that statistically speaking we’re the same.
It’s difficult to pin down how many deities there are in the world (bloody polytheists). Apparently those greedy Hindus alone have around 33 million. Christians only have One (or Three but I think they’re a bit like Captain Planet and don’t have proper full magic powers until They join together).
I’ve got None (see atheists can stick capital letters on words too).
But this makes the maths pretty clear, even just using a conservative 33,000,001 deities:
I reckon 33,000,001 gods are tosh, or 100%.
Christians can’t be doing with 33,000,000 of them
Or 99.999997%.
That’s a 0.000003% difference. That’s nothing. So statistically I’m the same as a Christian.
And they’re the same as me.
So the Pope’s an atheist. Fact.
QED
Monday, 29 March 2010
A Short Fat Ginger Guide to Dancing - part 2
The Pre-Dance Drink
As the name suggests the pre-dance drink is intended to get your blood alcohol up to get you on the floor. Think of this like football players warming up before a match when they do that funny running sort of sideways where they swivel their hips every few steps and look a bit like Kevin Bacon in Footloose (see Chapter Two, Getting on the dance floor). Depending how quickly you want to get there almost any drink will do for the Pre-Dance.
For women, some suggestions might be:
- Two large glasses of wine
- Two double gin and tonics (or any large spirits with mixer will do)
- One Bacardi Breezer (if you drink Bacardi Breezers, one will be enough for pre-dance or you can skip this step completely)
- Three pints of lager;[1]
[1] we acknowledge that lager is not the only acceptable drink for men, the other being real ale. However, come on, if you drink real ale are you really going to be dancing? Imagine a CAMRA disco. Just picture that in your head. Beers, bellies, beards and boogie? No, thought not.
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Sunday, 28 March 2010
He-man figures with muffins for heads
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Book review - 'I've worked out who killed Jesus' by Peter White
According to White for early Christians both the Romans and Jewish leaders would have made easy scapegoats but sees this as being akin to blaming the bogeyman, stating “It’s akin to blaming the bogeyman.” Modern research suggests that most murders are committed by a close friend or family member. With this in mind, White has carefully examined what we know of His immediate circle to consider
Friday, 26 March 2010
A Short Fat Ginger Guide to Dancing - Part 1
Dancing can mean many things to many people around the world from that performed in tribal rituals to ballet and western interpretative dance, but in Britain two definitions are most generally applied:
Dancing ,n, - rhythmic movement usu. accompanying music.
Dancing, n, - gyrating like a tosser whilst drunk at a wedding.
We will be focussing on this latter form. The important thing is that it is just a guide, there are no rules to dancing like a tosser. Anything with fixed ‘steps’ that you can get ‘wrong’ is not dancing, it’s a sport.
Over the coming weeks this guide will take you step by step through everything you need to know to be able to fully dance like a twat in any given situation, from choosing your song to choosing your drink, from getting on to the dance floor to truly getting down on the dance floor, moves, grooves and choice of shoes.
Chapter One: Getting started
For beginners, it is important never to attempt to dance whilst entirely sober. Failing to have at least some alcohol is likely to result in ‘Aunts at Wedding’ (illustration.1):
1) Aunts at Wedding:
Starting with feet apart and hands slightly raised (1), slide one foot to the other and bring across the same hand (2), slide the first foot back bringing the hand back across (3), now slide the other foot across to meet the first, again bringing that hand across (4), finally slide the second foot back to the starting position and also swing the hand back. More advanced practitioners may include a clap or double finger click at steps 2 and 4.
Many purists would not consider ‘aunts’ to be a dance in the strictest interpretation of the word, owing to it allowing at least some potential to retain dignity and unlikely to lead anyone to describe it in excruciating detail the following morning. However, for this very reason it has remained popular and does offer some key advantages for the beginner over true dances.
Dance summary – Aunts at Wedding
Pros:
- Small volume – the feet and hands remain within your own ‘personal space’ making it achievable even on busy dance floors and limiting capacity to accidentally ‘smack someone round the face’.
- Social invisibility – a key factor in the selection of this dance is that it attacts no attention whatsoever whilst allowing the practitioner to remain on the dance floor, thereby avoiding any form of ‘dance floor beckon’ which is a risk if seated.
- Low injury potential – as the feet never actually leave the floor slippage risk is minimal and due to the small volume and social invisibility (see above) it is less likely that drunk tossers will kick off for no apparent reason (nb. for ginger practitioners it is important to note that this risk is reduced NOT eliminated).
Cons:
- Less enjoyment – as with many areas of life there is an inverse correlation between risk and reward, and this just isn’t as much fun.
- Little grinding potential – we all know dancing is really just a mating ritual and here you’re the sparrow with the smallest twig.
- Presumably you’re sober – that’s it.
Usual practitioners: Middle aged and above women at weddings; young girls at a disco; men at christmas parties who feel a bit uncomfortable dancing as part of a circle of women.
Likely songs: Something by Take That.
Acting Like A Tosser (ALAT) Rating: 2/10 – one of the safest bets short of staying off the floor
Overall: You’re not dancing, you’re just standing rhymically.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Investigations reveal very hungry caterpillar responsible for butterfly obesity
Butterfly obesity has become an increasing cause for concern amongst horticulturalists and recent government research has put forward a possible explanation for the issue.
The blame is though to lie at the feet of a butterflying hero, the very hungry caterpillar.
Recent research suggests that caterpillars need no more than fifteen calories per day. The much vaunted VHC diet includes one apple, two pears, three plums; four strawberries; five oranges, followed by chocolate cake, ice cream, a pickle, swiss cheese, salami, a lollipop, cherry pie, a single sausage, a cupcake and a slice of watermelon, over six days.
That’s an average of 671 calories per day, or around 4474% of the recommended allowance.
He’s clearly a little too hungry and our butterflies are paying the price.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
New research shows Bible was intended for sheep
Initially this might sound ridiculous (it is) but then I looked back at what I’d learned about Christianity and realised with absolute certainty that sheep are God’s chosen people, err, sheep. The Bible says so. Fact.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
My imaginary friend’s birthday
Me and a mate invented him in a pub several years ago for no real reason and then he ended up joining Facebook. He claims to be an artist though doesn’t seem to have any evidence (again down to the not existing) and never posts anything, never updates his status, never leaves witty comments on photos etc. But, without requesting any, he has 1,228 friends. I’ve got about 50. Though I’m not an artist. Or imaginary.
Today, 41 people have sent him a message. Including one in Spanish (I don’t know if he speaks it) and, “Happy birthday baby, have a great day, xxx”. Baby. xxx. They haven’t met. She doesn’t know him. They’ve never exchanged the smallest of greetings. He doesn’t exist.
My immediate thoughts here are that they’re just massive twats. But maybe I’m wrong, these are people from all over the world who have reached out the hand of friendship to someone they’ve never met. And despite the fact he does nothing to reciprocate they still take the time to wish him a happy birthday. Actually, it feels like maybe he’s the twat.
And not existing seems a pretty flimsy excuse for that kind of behaviour.
Monday, 22 March 2010
EXCLUSIVE: ‘BBQ SUMMER’ PREDICTION GIVES ALL NEWS OUTLETS EXCUSE TO USE PICTURES OF WOMEN WEARING BIKINIS
I am quite a fan of scantily clad women and think there should be more of them but quite fancy a spot of honesty about it. Maybe there could just be a segment at the end of the news where a hot lass in her pants flashes up, or the photo on the front page of The Telegraph could just use the caption ‘look at those’ (yes, at least three times a week as it is they have a picture of a young woman with as tenuous as necessary a connection to a story).
Err, in fact, I think what I’m saying is: ‘Blimey, The Sun is the pinnacle of British journalism.’
Balls.
Forget I mentioned it.
Here’s a picture of me nude to take your mind off it.