Nixta Sinks

Could this be my second cocking post without any profanity at all in as many... posts? Probably not. My good chum and professional self-balder, Simon L. Green, has apparently written up a web-site about his fascination with growing turnip wine and broccoli trousers, named Plot 37, aptly enough.

I don't know what he does with all the vegetables, but I would suggest that he try something more lucrative than merely selling them at a market. Making movies involving them would pay much better. A lot of them could be scooped out and turned into finger puppets, which would make a brilliant children's show now that Barney and those Telly Tubbies have gone the way of Pob and his foul spitting lessons for the skinhead youth of yesterday.

Update:
Whilst on the topic of cheap rent, I just came across this (and no, Glenn, it's not a woman's face). It's been sitting in my inbox for over a week now. The depressing vision of the future is, if not quite here today, and albeit probably already here in Japan, then here very shortly. I'm sure that some of the things they claim are photos are not at all, but it's altogether interesting.

Incidentally, this page has to win some serious pathos points. I found it whilst trying to recall Glenn's site addy. I'm now officially depressed once more.