Way Out Where

Perhaps this first one makes Foursquare relevant?

Foursquaropoly from Deanna McDonald on Vimeo.
And I dare you to watch this one on the future of video game controls without a large smile on your face. This would just be cool (although demand for parking lots would surely go through the roof)

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Ah, rail ticket price hikes. Seems like once a year, rail companies like to get together and collectively fuck commuters up the arse for an extra few million in bonuses comically disguised as “required for ongoing modernisation”.
And the thing is, it’s every year, like Christmas. In fact, for the bosses of the rail firms, it’s […]

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The comments on this blog always get pretty good spam, and I have comments set to need manual approval for exactly this reason. Sometimes when I log in to check (particularly after a long time, sorry about that) I find some pretty awesome nonsense. But, nothing compares to this piece of absolute genius.
Well-paying, they request […]

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PSFK London was a great day out. Free from the usual advertising conference “we’ve done something cool, but we can’t tell you how or what it achieved”, the range of speakers were diverse, interesting and talented. You can’t ask for more than that, and it was a pleasure to spend the day listening to them […]

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I’m not even sure where to start with this Google Adwords ad that I’ve just seen

Rewards of up to £100,000
illegal copying at work? Blow the whistle on your Boss
www.copywatch.org

 
BLOW THE WHISTLE ON YOUR BOSS!!! DO IT!!! DO IT NOW!!!

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So, for a couple of odd reasons, I ended up watching a repeat on ITV about the Brit Awards, and their vote for the favourite guest act of all time. Imagine my surprise when they got onto Jacko’s Earth Song. This was, if you recall, the song where a drunk Jarvis Cocker proved he was […]

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… but I couldn’t help myself. Create your own over here

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… that in my last post I refered to myself as a planner. Well, it’s in my job title I guess. I’m not sure how important it is to have a job title though. I guess it must make some people more comfortable to know which box I’m in.
Either or, I hope you still let […]

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See, when I was 12, our school discos consisted of standing awkwardly against the far wall, listening to some scratched 12″ of Bananarama and drinking a cup of warm, flat cider that Craig had stolen from his parents.
Not so these guys, who get to watch the genius of The Scribbles and their 12-year-old Ukelele-playing lead […]

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I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. I used to love you. I used to love the way you could take me through central London in about 4 stops. Naming no names (Picadilly!), there are other lines that need 11 stops to get as far. I used to love the fact you could get me […]

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