:: Glee - Almost a Top-Tenner ::

Apart from the worrying events in Ukraine, a number of things have upped my glee-ometer of late. Those who know me well will recognise the steak of schadenfreude which runs through most of these.

  • Posh is dead, well, musically at least. much to the aural relief of the nation, Britain's most famous broomstick-stuck-to-a-couple-of-grapefruit has admitted defeat in her quest to gain credibility after the Spice Split. If only others would shut up, too...

  • hypatia syllabub was a recent search term which found Devukha. God knows what you were looking for - I hope you found it. In fact, it looks like something from a random text generator.

  • Everybody's doing the favourite words thing (I should have entered this for the last b3ta QOTW). Apparently the most popular English words amongst non-native speakers is mother. Indeed some people have turned talking about their favourite words into a career.

  • I watched the last ever edition of Changing Rooms this week and shed a crocodile tear for the DIY industry. Bereft are the manufacturers of MDF and laminate flooring for their tack-merchant champions are no more. Talking of which, Laurence Llewelyn-Bellend seems to be pleased that DIY is dying a death - he celebrates this with some pretentious guff, wafted away by a pendulous silk sleeve, no doubt.

  • My search for expensive comestibles has taken a strange turn. It seems that toasties depicting the Mother of God are worth rather more per ounce than white alba truffles...

  • And finally, back to Ukraine. It seems that the good burghers of Kyiv share their Russian neighbours' sense of humour - a gem from the Ukraine Observer. At least they don't rely on weak puns for their headlines.