Dreadful Nonsense

I have many games that I play when I'm supposed to be doing something else. Many of them involve the internet. Quite a few more involve my mobile phone. Some of them involve my DVD player and television, and sometimes also my cat, but most things evolve from and revolve around the internet. This is because when I'm supposed to be doing something, it's usually something that involves the computer, and my computer has the added attraction of the internet. I don't know if you've heard of the internet? It's great. I will today be sharing with you some of my internet games. These are most fun when played when you are supposed to be doing something else.

1. Typing in the names of people that you like, and then adding .blogspot.com. This has had some very fine results for me. More often than not, you end up at this page, but sometimes you strike lucky, lucky gold and can then stalk the minor celebrity or old school friend or ex-boyfriend of your choice through their weblog, and learn all kinds of things. If it's minor celebrities you're after, then it's best to stick to people who have appeared in television adverts, or whose career seems to be tumbling down the pan. It also helps if the minor celebrity / old school friend / ex-boyfriend of your choice is a little bit geeky.

2. I have started to submit to my sitecode names of celebrities that I know google themselves. Des Bishop has just outed himself as one who googles his own name, and so he is added to my list. Richard Keith Herring also admits to doing this a lot. As apparently does Chris Evans. And Jon Ronson. And brilliant comedian Gareth Tunley (Gareth does a bit more than is healthy, actually). It's fun! You too can get minor celebrities, failed television producers and weird documentary makers to come to your website!

3. I write lists of the stupid things that I do on the internet to fill in time so that I'm not actually doing the thing that I'm supposed to be doing, which in this case at this time is writing up profiles of people that have previously worked with The Mighty Boosh for themightyboosh.co.uk website, as this section has to go online in the next two days, before the telly show goes on air, and I just can't be bothered to find out more information on radio producer and professional best friend Danny Wallace. I really can't. I wonder does Wallace google himself much...

4. Text swear words to people, from your mobile phone to their mobile phone. Me and Mrs D do this a lot to each other, particularly when sending normal, and otherwise quite polite and practical text messages. Whoever gets to "cunt" first wins, but also finishes to game. Best not peak too soon.

I really need to get on with profiling Danny Wallace. When the Friends page of The Boosh site goes live, I'll tell you, and you can see if you can find the three falsehoods that I've deliberately made up in order to piss off the girl who writes a rival boosh website, the one more inferior to our's, the one who has ripped off all the work that we've done in the last six years, the one stamping all over the heart of what used to be Comedy Lounge... Oh yeah!

5. I try to start up stupidly pointless rivalries between websites. Emp*rium of Mirth? Emp*rium of Shit, more like.

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Dreadful Nonsense

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