Chez Topsyturvydom, we no longer have one of Mr Baird’s televisual apparatuses, so the wireless is our main mass medium. The DAB radio in the kitchen is habitually tuned to Radio 4, with Radio 2 providing the meal soundtrack, except on Tuesdays. At other times, we’ve recently tried theJazz. Although I can’t be doing with… Continue reading Radio Daze
I’ve read the Guardian, man and boy, for a very long time- but after reading today’s issue, I’m seriously considering a change. The front page – the front page! – of today’s issue is dominated by a photo of Coleen as Venus. The Weekend magazine’s main feature is a further portfolio of her in the… Continue reading Queen Coleen
This annoyed me. I do wonder how you can possibly come up with a figure of 10% of all work being plagiarised if you then say that most of it is undetected. Of course, it’s just “estimated” – but on what basis, we aren’t told. What this means is – someone just made it up.… Continue reading We don’t ignore cheating
I loved this. I was reminded of an old cartoon, showing a monk slumped over a manuscript weeping. Two other monks are watching, and one says “I see the copier’s broken down again!” Hat tip: Bibliobibuli
The poo woman has finally had to concede defeat. Hurrah! This is all down to the efforts of the excellent Ben Goldacre and his Bad Science column.
BBC NEWS | World | Americas | Upstate New York buried in snowAs usual, Britain collapses into chaos because a few flakes of snow have fallen. I think we don’t bother having any contingency plans so that we can have heart warming “spirit of the blitz” stories on the evening news. The British legion club… Continue reading Now, this is what you call snow
According to the Clustr map, someone is clicking on Topsyturvydom all over the place, except Africa. Truly, the dark continent…
Humans blamed for climate change Who knew, eh? There was me, blaming the monkeys…
This is worrying. I can only imagine that it’s an example of the government’s joined-up thinking: Tessa Jowell reckons all those BBC types will make loadsamoney when they swap their bijou London residences for grim northern terraces, and as a result will have lots to spend at the shiny new casino…
Have a look at this- ‘Table-sized flat’ for £170,000 So, after you’ve visited the trendy bars and “leisure facilities”, you wouldn’t be inviting anyone back for a coffee, would you?