Some say... what is all the fuss about?

I know Santa Claws doesn't really exist but that won't stop me telling my children the tall tale about a fat man coming down a chimney.

 

Survival of the weakest

Maybe it won’t be the computers that rise up and take over after all. Perhaps customers will kill off all intelligent life first.

 

In the words of Lady Gaga...

When I'm writing an algebraic equation whilst simultaneously learning Latin and playing chess, the last thing I want to do is speak to you.

 

My computer will be the death of me

I really don’t want to sound like one of these doomsayers but I’m sure my iPhone is going to murder me horribly in my sleep.

 

Being clubbed to death with a rhythm stick

Spending an evening being robbed, spit on, molested, shouted at, deafened and stabbed is hardly how I want to spend my Friday night.

 

Warning, using Amazon may cause blindness

Let's face it, if the Beatles were around today they would not have achieved the same success with the song 'Kindle writer'.

 

Going motor racing with Mr Gaddafi

Call me paranoid, but the thought of giving the son of a Libiyan dictator access to that amount of flammable liquid just fills me with terror.

 

Death of the English language

How bad has education become that a bloke who didn't pick up a book until he was 20 is writing an article educating people on grammar?

 

A lesson on surviving in the business world

Embellishment, talking bollocks and a pretentious nature are key to ensuring a long and successful career in the modern age.

 

Spending an evening in the loony bin

I've been in many uncomfortable situations in my life but nothing could prepare me for the awkwardness of being in the company of Mr Flibble from the planet Zobb!

 

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