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Miscellaneous, again

Richard Hammond I am not about to join the predictable chorus of bah Top Gear presenter, cuh, deserves it, what are you gonna do. I wish him no harm, I hope he gets well soon. I will, however, note that when a friend of mine died in a car crash it wasn't all over the bloody news.

Tom Lehmann By now you are all of course aware that the US team arrived late for the Ryder cup because they had to buy Tortilla chips because you can't buy good enough ones in Ireland, or good enough salsa (which is surely not too difficult to, y'know, make) ho ho. But one thing which needs pointing up is Lehmann's reasoning as to why these were so essential. "I" he said "am from Nevada, the home of Mexican food". Which surprised Coastalblog, as I'd foolishly presumed that the home of Mexican food was Mexico. Was my face ever red.

Fun with Razorlight Two Razorlight games for you to play. The first is a drinking game. Charge your glass and then stick on a Razorlight song. Any Razorlight song. Every time the singer refers to himself, take a drink. The second is a party singalong game. Stick on a Razorlight song. Any Razorlight song. Sing along, substituting every single syllable with the word "me". You'll soon get the gist.

The Killers new single sounds like Billy Joel. And the Arctic Monkeys sound like George Formby. And the Guardian nicked that gag off me in the first place. Bastards.

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