Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Pervert art doll targets West London yoga babes

A young woman today described her horror at being attacked at home whilst in the middle of a solo home yoga session by a pervert art doll.

Amidts sobs, Debbie Chintzowitz, an account manager
from Chiswick, described her horror by reading from a carefully worded statement: "I was doing the 'cat' position, to stretch my lower back. Then I heard panting behind me, and a man-sized art doll was touching himself provocatively.

"He asked me if I could give him a 'happy finish' with some sandpaper. I refused, so he turned nasty. Thankfully, I had a tin of woodworms in the fridge. When I threatened to set them loose on him, he scarpered."

The Met police issued a warning to women in the West London area. Chief Inspector Juliet Bravo warned: "From this crime, we've discerned a disturbing, criminal pattern. It's obvious that the pervert is targeting lycra-clad women peforming yoga exercises at home in the West London area. So we're urging any woman performing yoga exercises at home, particularly in tight lycra clothing, in West London to be vigilant, but not vigilanté."

Sage advice.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Facebook 'news feed' reinforces man's lack of interest in friends

Glasgow, Scotland – The newsfeed on Facebook has made a local man realise he’s not as interested in his friends as he thought he was.

Unable to avoid the newsfeed, which contains a constant stream of the minutae of his friends' lives, Kevin McCloud is bombarded by the status updates, new pictures and mood changes that he simply doesn't feel emotionally connected to.

Keith McCloud says, “Before Facebook, I was able to talk at my friends, and share the thing I'm most interested in - a big bowl of 'me'. Then I would merely pretend to listen to their news."

But Facebook changed all of that. McCloud laments,"Now, if I want to use Facebook, I can’t click through my friends' news updates quick enough. It’s icky and unavoidable; like trying to reach the other side of a field covered in cow shit, I have to wade through the muck of lives of people who are close to me.”

“I’m even getting updates on people I haven’t seen for 15 years,” Keith moans, “but I wasn’t able to deny their friendship invite, as I’m already about 650 friends behind the most popular person in my circle.”