Good clicks for the day:
Your very own pet cow. “Miniature cattle farming is catching on with families trying to stay ahead of rising food prices” reckons the Times. Is it? Or is this one of those “we found one person who did this, but we’re going to call it a trend” articles? Anyway, we would also like our own mini cow.
The real-time serial. Author Max Barry is releasing his latest book in “real time” — one page a day, to your inbox or phone. That’s uh, not really “real time”, but hey — free book.
Bill O’Reilly talks dirty. Variety isolates the dirty lines from Bill O’Reilly’s audiobook. “I would like you to unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms. You can keep your shirt on.” Hot.
The man who sold the world’s economy. So, David Bowie caused the credit crunch. Of course!
Even when it comes to finances Bowie leads the way — and back in 1997 he did something called “securitisation”.
He thought, “I have a lot of money coming in over the next 10 years from my back catalogue, but I’d rather have the cash now and not have to wait”.
He produced some bits of paper — Bowie Bonds — and said “whoever buys these gets my royalties”.
It meant he no longer had the money coming in but instead had a lot up front. His investors were guaranteed a good income. It was a good deal all round.
And the banks were catching on to the idea. They thought, “We have billions out there in mortgages which are going to pay us back very slowly. Why don’t we sell those and get the money now?”
But even if he caused the entire GFC, it still pales in comparison to the crime that was Tin Machine.
60-ft penis painted on roof. This makes us giggle, because we’re 12:
An 18-year-old has secretly painted a 60ft drawing of a phallus on the roof of his parents’ £1million mansion in Berkshire. It was there for a year before his parents found out. They say he’ll have to scrub it off when he gets back from travelling.
Heh.





3 Comments
Tin Machine (the first album at least) was great. Goatees, suits and grunge metal. What’s not to like?
small detail. The Times is not the Guardian. Pedant logging off now.
Well spotted.