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Steve Adeleke – possibly not very nice

“Steve Adeleke is unhonorable guy meeting girls by internet. His name is Steve Adeleke… He is creminal for me. I m 30 years old woman living in POland. I was met him by net. He made me baby , and he isnt interested in it… I’ m afraid its normal for him” – some, perhaps ever so slightly partial, observer

Update (December 2006): the Google archive of the post above has been cancelled, which suggests to me that whoever made it was being unfair to Mr Adeleke. So for the avoidance of doubt, Steve Adeleke is the Pigdogfucker Man Of The Month.

Useful drinking and calorie chart

Do you like drinking? Are you concerned about becoming fat? While a recent Guardian article reveals the calorific value of various tipples, it’s silent on the crucial question of fat versus drunkenness. Which is obviously the point for the health-aware among us.

So, PDF feels obliged to create a table confirming the units-to-calories ratio of various different booze types. Use it wisely…
Calorific value vs alcoholic strength

Gin, quinine and a hot bath

Today is, according to some dubious hack academic, the most miserable day of the year. This feels right: it’s bleak, it’s dull, it’s miserably cold, there’s no prospect of anything interesting happening for months, you feel rubbish, the Tube breaks down, and there are another four working days to go.

However, I’ve discovered an amazing miracle cure. When you get home of an evening, simply run a hot bath, then drink a stiff gin and tonic in it. Suddenly, the day’s miseries melt away. The world seems surprisingly agreeable. Going through tomorrow seems like a better alternative than suicide (although spontaneous suicide is never really an option: it would be a shame to go for suicide without taking a few terrible bastards with you, and that kind of thing doesn’t just plan itself…).

So, gin, quinine and a hot bath. As recommended by Pigdogfucker. It’s not just for unexpectedly pregnant women any more.

Evil puritanical cockbastards

Anyone who believes that banning alcohol on public transport would be a good idea should be instantly and painfully killed to death. Vile, despicable, nannying subhuman excuses for a government. I hope John Reid gets bottled to death by an army of drunks, and will happily fund the bottles for any such mission.

Incidentally, the same advice applies to all the idiots who believe that there’s a binge drinking problem in the UK. There isn’t. Some people like to get drunk. A smaller subset likes to have fights. Unless you live above a club, and therefore occasionally need to wear earplugs and sweep up sick of a morning (but got your house cheap in the first place for this reason, so actually you can fuck off too), their behaviour does not concern you. So fuck off and stop trying to interfere.

Cocktail menu

I’ve invented a new cocktail, which I call a Laurie Lee.

It consists of cider with rosé.