Guy Proposes On Billboard

All together now: "Awwww"

RIP Mary of PPM

Legends.

Car Porn: McLaren's Streetcar Named Desire

Well, almost. McLaren have unveiled their new road car, based on its F1 sister. To say that it looks good would be a horrendous understatement. It's beautiful. As you'd expect from a McLaren, every last bit of it is designed to increase speed; it's probably the most streamlined thing this side of a dolphin. The doors, for example, don't have handles; they open using a touch-sensitive panel. Yes, I can imagine that breaking all the time too, but it's a damn cool concept.

McLaren are aiming to produce 1,000 of the cars each year; and the asking price is £150,000, which might seem steep, but for a supercar, it's pretty good value.

It's International Literacy Day

It's International Literacy Day; an event set up in 1965 by UNESCO to highlight the number of people around the world who have never learnt to read. The number stands at 774 million adults and 72.1 million children.

What have you read recently?

Slow Dance

This was sent to me by a friend. I know it's a hoax email, but the poem is beautiful and expresses perfectly the way some people feel when they're diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask, How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not seen his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say, 'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music before the song is over.

The Dead Animal Game

Today, I was reading my friend's blog, which always amuses me, when I found something exciting. It's called the Dead Animal Game, and I can't believe I've never played it. Basically, when you go on a car journey, you add up points for who sees the most dead animals, and at the end of it all, the person with the highest death toll has won. Fantastic. Here are the rules:

The Dead Animal Game - point structure.

Birds - 1 pt (this is all birds, I dont care if it's an eagle or a sparrow)

Small wild - 2 pts (rabbits, squizzers, etc)

Reptiles - 3pts (a crocodile is a reptile. Sorry)

Domestic - 5pts (this includes dogs, cats, also farm animals such as cows and horses)

Medium wild - 7 pts (badgers and foxes)

Large wild - 10 pts (this usually only counts for deer, but if you play the game in the New Forest you could claim a horse on a technicality. Also camels, if you play in the desert)

Human - 25 pts (automatic win, but it's up to you if you want to claim them or not)

You can not claim the points if you kill the animal yourself.

And, for more fantastically weird stuff, head over to Carpe Dentum and read all about the exciting life of an aspiring wig-maker.