Telemarketers are constantly calling me at home, so a few months ago I decided to get my own back. When a guy called from some satellite TV sort of company thingy (it’s always so vague) I had a bit of fun. Hope you like… My best bit is when I say ‘I’m 90 years old’ [...]
From the monthly archives:
September 2009
God I love annoying songs. And what a video! Apart from the waving at the end, the guy on the left who can’t keep time with his hands is obviously something quite close to genius. That chorus is gonna stay with you for a long, long time…
This takes brilliance to a new level. To level 3045 to be precise… Much Vynt love to @selfishcharles for uncovering this treasure (of body butter).
I had a lot of fun with this one: The guys on this show are so lovely, charming and polite, and I’m really glad they had a good chuckle at the end. Basically, everyone’s a winner. Hoorah for humans! But what do YOU think about the proposed changes to the game of footie?
Which is it? Worst or best? Best or worst? You decide.
I’ve never been able to do any impressions in my life, apart from my Grandma and the alien that shoots out of the guy’s stomach in, well, Alien. So it shocked me as much as it shocked the people around me, when I discovered I could do a 65% good impression of former UK Prime [...]
If this song by Jan Terri doesn’t drive you mad the entire day, then you might not be a human. Hopefully you’ll have the words ‘Get Down Goblin’ going around your (human) brains for weeks… I love the credits at the end. Surely they last way too long for a pop vid…? Exactly 35 thanks [...]
I couldn’t resist phoning a live psychic line as my altered eggo, Robin Cooper. What ensues is, of course, slightly/extremely mental… BTW, if you have any suggestions as to who I should phone, do let me know. Ta!
Why are saxophone duos inherently funny?
You may have seen this before. If not, you are in for a massive treat. To get some more Liam Lynchness, just click on the word septic. It’s more than worth it. And follow him tweet-wise @lynchland.
