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G’day mate! There’s nothing like getting the news that your tinny drinking, kangaroo shagging cousin from daaaan under is coming over for a little visit. It’s enough to make a grown man cry.
And cry Tom Cruise does. It’s devastating news for someone of Tom’s stature, what will his highfalutin Hollywood chums say when his bedraggled pom-hating Australian brethren turn up? He’ll afta throw another shrimp on the barbie, mate.
If you’re going to parody Rebecca Black’s “My Moment”, then why the hell not do it wearing a wolf suit. If only Ms Black herself was a little more interesting and decided to dress up in various animal suits like an extra from Where The Wild Things Are, then she might get less hate from the internet.
These guys and girl know how to rock a town centre in middle England, you just need a some punk pixel noise and a chiptune solo. Done.
Not sure what sort of balls Philippe Senderos has been playing around with, by the sound of it Joey Barton’s, but what goes on in the shower room should stay in the shower room.
These footballers, if they’re not shagging their brother’s wife or sleeping with ladies of the night, they’re doing unspeakable things on the football pitch.
What are some people prepared to do for some free cash? This summer, Bulmers are running a series of experiments across the country to get people talking. In their latest experiment, in a busy train station, they ask ‘What gets people talking on their commute?’
Can this guy create ‘a mini orchestra’ in the alloted time and get commuters talking, or will he be laughed off the platform? And if you fancy becoming part of this experiment then check it out and sign up on Facebook.
You’ve not seen the beauty of existence until you’ve seen a hedgehog being bathed with a toothbrush by a muscular man with arm tattoos. Truly, it is a sight worthy of world heritage status, to be protected by the guardians of time for all eternity. Or at least until next week.
But of course, there is the argument that little Max here should be out in the wild eating bugs and carrying around loads of fleas, not being nursed by a fucking goth.
This guy surely hasn’t watched any live stand-up, otherwise why would you fall asleep in the middle of a comedian’s show? It’s only going to end with you getting ridiculed in front of the whole audience.
But not sure if it’s worse being asleep or awake. If you’re awake you can try to defend yourself, but then you suffer the humiliation of a public pwning. At least asleep what you don’t know can’t hurt you.
OK, it’s time to play spot the barely recognisable celebrity, as this video takes a look at the very early careers of some of Hollywood’s golden eggs. When Jack Black was playing a goth in Never Ending Story III, he probably thought that was the zenith of his career.
But it’s humbling to know that they all started out somewhere, they didn’t just birth out of their momma’s womb straight onto the gravy train of nepotism and into a glamorous showbiz career.
The English. We love our summer time, mainly because we like to go outside and play some ruddy sports, for ruddysake. And here you’ll see some of our favourite outdoor pastimes, like chess and hoop throwing.
These sports have been played and passed down from generation to generation, the skills and knowledge communicated through the passage of time via a series of winks and elaborate handshakes, such is their esoteric nature.
