Look at this picture of a robot. If this makes you want to buy a French car there's something wrong with you, in my opinion. I think the natural reaction would be to explode it (with the appropriate permission).
This is a GREAT example of TERRIBLE advertising. For some reason, Citroen think this might make everyone want to jump in and go for a ride - a ride of automated terror, is my opinion of what you would REALLY receive.
Herman says he saw plans for something similar when he was in the army but he's a terrible liar for things like this. He probably just saw a big van and didn't pay attention.
Here's my round-up of the internet for what's hot at the moment:
- The BBC says the weather will be cold for a few days
- I've changed my signature on Brand Republic and exposed their editor as being LAZY. Scoop!
- There's not much happening in Dorking, unless it's going on behind the scenes (unlikely - our city council is beyond reproach)
- A big argument about blogging killing planning has just finished at Adliterate. I had the last word, which is always the most important one
- Still no update on the WORST website I've ever come across. It's just one picture! What a waste of the internet space.
Here's my GREAT idea for a spin-off series for David Jason/Derek Trotter:
Concept: Rodney Trotter and Cassandra have died! Derek Trotter becomes a private detective based in Peckham. Every week he cracks a typically 'East-end' case (like stolen veg from a market stall; Denzel has misplaced a betting slip; a single-mother is assaulted in an underpass).
Every week Derek solves the case and gets a clue about how Rodney died, so he says "This time next year, I'll have solved that murder".
The clever bit is that all the characters are established (no need for a pilot) and David Jason plays Frost on ITV so he knows how to do detective acting.
You can have this for free, but I'd want my name high in the credits (ideally in a bigger font than everyone else).
Still no sign of the Morse Toad. Like a lot of radio hams, he's LITERALLY all talk and no trousers. Apart from getting up four times in the night to check the front door was locked, Herman seems to have forgotten the whole thing.