Cleaning Rotring pens
They are a design classic, and they’re great for drawing and
writing and doing anything else you can do with pens (not sure what that might
be). They do need the occasional clean-up, and I’ve ignored all the tons of
expensive kit and gone for the empty curry paste jar, hot water and fairy
liquid.
I’m sure that’s probably enough to have Rotring purists
grinding their teeth. I probably should only clean them in a solution of angel
tears in holy water, in the holy grail, and wipe them clean on the Turin shroud. Or
something.
Anyway, those that were in robust good health (four out of
seven – the older ones) just needed topping up and a quick shake, the others
made my hands (and bits of the sink, worktops, washing up bowl and some kitchen
textiles) black. Luckily I was wearing black tracksuit bottoms and a black
hoodie (both of which now have very small slightly blacker patches).
The weird case of the disappearing gun
The police marksman said:
“I clearly saw that he had a gun” so far so good.
“It was concealed in a sock”. Right, clearly a gun, clearly
concealed in a sock.
“Then I shot him and the gun had disappeared.”
To mysteriously reappear yards away behind a fence.
Wormholes in space? The Tottenham gun space / time portal playing up again. Who
can say?
Bailed-out-banker-bashing
One of the guys at one of the banks we (the taxpayers –
reluctant or otherwise) own, has been done for another massive swindle
involving currency exchange.
The NHS should abandon all those injections we give the
kids, MMR, polio, TB, throw away the flu jabs and inoculations for foreign
travel. All they need to do is take bankers’ blood, and extract one thing and give
everyone a one-off, all purpose jab:
Immunity to Everything.
The worst countries to be gay in
What century are we living in productions present:
If you believe the bull, why do you need to inflict these
things on Earth?
Jesus. Or Allah.
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