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Win A Load Of Ministry Of Sound Stuff Now, Please
Time for another corker of a hecklerspray competition - and this time the prize involves booze. Not just booze, you understand, but a free VIP pass to Ministry Of Sound, a MOS rucksack, perfume, T-shirts, CDs and a copy of Tomas, the new novel by James Palumbo that Stephen Fry described as 'remarkable', even though that does seem to be Stephen Fry's default response to everything these days, purely because it's got three more syllables than the word 'good'. Anyway, it's a good book - and if you want to win all that stuff we just described, we'll be seeing you after the jump...
Time for another corker of a hecklerspray competition - and this time the prize involves booze. Not just booze, you understand, but a free VIP pass to Ministry Of Sound, a MOS rucksack, perfume, T-shirts, CDs and a copy of Tomas, the new novel by James Palumbo that Stephen Fry described as 'remarkable', even though that does seem to be Stephen Fry's default response to everything these days, purely because it's got three more syllables than the word 'good'. Anyway, it's a good book - and if you want to win all that stuff we just described, we'll be seeing you after the jump...
Ladies, Behold The Awesome Power Of TheManslator!
Remember that film What Women Want? It turns out that they all want Mel Gibson to fake empathy towards them, which we didn't really see coming. But what do men want? We just don't know. And we are men. So what hope could women ever have at figuring out the enigmatic bundle of mysteries that is man? Luckily they no longer have to - TheManslator is here to make this uncertainty a thing of the past. Simply tell TheManslator something that your man has told you and it'll instantly translate it into what the man really means, in a way that isn't sexist whatsoever. Try TheManslator, after the jump...
Remember that film What Women Want? It turns out that they all want Mel Gibson to fake empathy towards them, which we didn't really see coming. But what do men want? We just don't know. And we are men. So what hope could women ever have at figuring out the enigmatic bundle of mysteries that is man? Luckily they no longer have to - TheManslator is here to make this uncertainty a thing of the past. Simply tell TheManslator something that your man has told you and it'll instantly translate it into what the man really means, in a way that isn't sexist whatsoever. Try TheManslator, after the jump...
Michael Jackson Memorial Moonwalk: 6pm, London
Were you a fan of Michael Jackson? Do you think that the best way to pay tribute to the great man involves shattering your ankles in front of strangers? You do? Wonderful. Twitter user Milo Yiannopoulos is organising a giant moonwalking flashmob to commemorate the life of Michael Jackson at 6pm at London's Liverpool Street station. It promises to not only be a huge event, but also the best way to remember Michael Jackson before the newspapers start filling up with details of all the creepy crap he did duing his life next week. Can't moonwalk? There's a video tutorial after the jump...
Were you a fan of Michael Jackson? Do you think that the best way to pay tribute to the great man involves shattering your ankles in front of strangers? You do? Wonderful. Twitter user Milo Yiannopoulos is organising a giant moonwalking flashmob to commemorate the life of Michael Jackson at 6pm at London's Liverpool Street station. It promises to not only be a huge event, but also the best way to remember Michael Jackson before the newspapers start filling up with details of all the creepy crap he did duing his life next week. Can't moonwalk? There's a video tutorial after the jump...
Video: God Hates Fangs, Apparently
Oh bad luck, Westboro Baptist Church. It's fangs that God hates. Fangs. You were one letter out! So close! How silly must you feel? For proof, see the video after the jump. God definitely hates fangs - if he didn't then why would He allow so many people to bung up banners all across London? No answer? Exactly. Now, rumour has it that this is all just a ploy to remind people about the imminent British arrival of TV show True Blood - a sort of Twilight that grown-ups and the mentally-capable can enjoy - but we're not so sure. See for yourself...
Oh bad luck, Westboro Baptist Church. It's fangs that God hates. Fangs. You were one letter out! So close! How silly must you feel? For proof, see the video after the jump. God definitely hates fangs - if he didn't then why would He allow so many people to bung up banners all across London? No answer? Exactly. Now, rumour has it that this is all just a ploy to remind people about the imminent British arrival of TV show True Blood - a sort of Twilight that grown-ups and the mentally-capable can enjoy - but we're not so sure. See for yourself...
Badvertising: The Flintstones Have A Smoke
This isn’t so much of a bad advert as a “what the hell were they thinking?” advert. As most people will know, The Flintstones was a programme for children, set in the time of the Stone Age. Because animators were lazy at the time, the same plotlines happened in The Jetsons, which was based in the future. With the average age of a child watching The Flintstones about ten and under, you’d have thought Barney and Fred would be flogging sweets, army propaganda or toys. In a very odd twist, they are in fact puffing away on a Winston cigarette. Something that any sane parent wouldn’t give to their ickle child.
This isn’t so much of a bad advert as a “what the hell were they thinking?” advert. As most people will know, The Flintstones was a programme for children, set in the time of the Stone Age. Because animators were lazy at the time, the same plotlines happened in The Jetsons, which was based in the future. With the average age of a child watching The Flintstones about ten and under, you’d have thought Barney and Fred would be flogging sweets, army propaganda or toys. In a very odd twist, they are in fact puffing away on a Winston cigarette. Something that any sane parent wouldn’t give to their ickle child.
Badvertising – Japanese Tranny Ronald McDonald
When you think of delicious meaty burgers oozing with grease, most people will imagine the golden arches of McDonald's. The core spokesman for the burger giant is Ronald McDonald. He is a larger than life clown who makes children plump by giving them fatty treats and artery clogging drinks. At one point, McDonald's appointed another clown like character by the name of Justin Timberlake. He was in charge of flogging off McDonalds limp salads that we’re designed to make you feel less guilty about visiting the fast food chain.
When you think of delicious meaty burgers oozing with grease, most people will imagine the golden arches of McDonald's. The core spokesman for the burger giant is Ronald McDonald. He is a larger than life clown who makes children plump by giving them fatty treats and artery clogging drinks. At one point, McDonald's appointed another clown like character by the name of Justin Timberlake. He was in charge of flogging off McDonalds limp salads that we’re designed to make you feel less guilty about visiting the fast food chain.
Hecklerspray Oddities: Keyboard Cat
The internet can move at a phenomenal pace sometimes. Why, no sooner has hecklerspray twittered 'I'm outside your window with a pair of binoculars and a dagger' to an ex-girlfriend than the police are called and we all have a good old chuckle about the misunderstanding. In court. Anyway - ...
The internet can move at a phenomenal pace sometimes. Why, no sooner has hecklerspray twittered 'I'm outside your window with a pair of binoculars and a dagger' to an ex-girlfriend than the police are called and we all have a good old chuckle about the misunderstanding. In court. Anyway - ...
The Most Needlessly Violent Environmental Advert Ever
Think of the environment and, depending on how gloomy you are, you either think of lambs frolicking in a meadow or a sad polar bear drowning in the sea. But a non-stop torrent of hilarious blood and death? No. Which is why this new advert from the WWF is so bewildering. We think the point is that if you don't recycle properly you'll get mown down by some sort of gigantic vehicle, but we can't be fully sure.
Think of the environment and, depending on how gloomy you are, you either think of lambs frolicking in a meadow or a sad polar bear drowning in the sea. But a non-stop torrent of hilarious blood and death? No. Which is why this new advert from the WWF is so bewildering. We think the point is that if you don't recycle properly you'll get mown down by some sort of gigantic vehicle, but we can't be fully sure.
