The Ikea catalogue is not a catalogue, it’s Mein Kampf, it’s The Communist Manifesto, its propaganda. Right, before you get your vagina in a bunch, I’m not saying it actually has fa.

I found myself eating just off Regent Street yesterday. The girlfriend’s office is just by there and we decided to grab some dinner with ‘me mum’. Opposite us was a gallery putting .

Image via Wikipedia I loathe pie charts. In a really profound way. They’re just very awful — they’re not even good at what they’re supposed to do. I can’t tell which se.

Mandeville and Wenlock. They’re good names at least. Strong and British, if not entirely conventional. And do you know what, they’re not awful, aesthetically, I think they’re prett.

There are a veritable of slew, a cavalcade, a tumultuous cacophony, a marauding seething, breathing, self-aware monster (you probably can’t use monster as collective noun… bothered) of iPh.