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Your Host: Derek Chisora
Evocative piece of film making for a worthy cause. The Sri Lanka eye donation society.
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Yes you heard right – the FFG Crew are moving into computer stuff.
We have decided that there is a future in this interweb thingy after all and have decided to run a test on how long it takes for Google spiders to crawl out of their webs and visit come kind of Cafe Index… oh right, sorry the new Caffeine index… what?
Ok we are testing the Googing Cinder Expat ink. So here we go:
A recent release from the controversial hip-rap artiste ‘T-money’ has left the IT industry talking. His soon to be universe imploading hit ‘SEO PIMP’ contains explicit material that should be seen by anyone ever. The World Brain Organisation is currently advising against any viewing however the FFG have managed to get hold of a copy:
SEO PIMP audio
Dog Clothes
We have blogged on this subject before and it never ceases to amaze us the lengths that dog owners are willing to go to in order to make their precious pooch stand out with dog clothes. You can see anything from pink studded dog collars to the whole shebang; I am talking about full doggy sunglasses and novelty reindeer antlers.
The big question is, why? Dog clothes only really work with small dogs as there is no canine High and Mighty [that we are aware of] to provide for the larger dog. Additionally a Doberman in a tutu just makes them even more frightening. So a small dog is already up against it, so why pile on the misery by dressing them up like Yoda?
Health Insurance
The British National Health Service used to be a unique and admirable institution however over the last fifteen years, it has been brought to its knees. More than ever the British public are digging deep into their pockets and purchasing private health insurance policies so they can avoid the arduous task of wading through the systemic nightmare of a bureaucratic leviathan in its death throes.
The privatisation of the National Health Service has been an insidious affair. Over the last fifteen years the administration of the National Health Service has been decentralised and within those primary care trusts services have been subcontracted to third parties. By using this form of management it does not improve services, it just forces accountability away from government and pushes cost up.
Corporate Events
Whenever team building days, away days and corporate event s are mentioned around the office my mind poses the familiar question, ‘what fresh hell have they concocted for us today?’ I have had bad experiences during corporate team building days in the past. Sitting in the dingy function room of a motorway Travel Lodge with a ‘team building’ specialist called Trevor droning on whilst defacing a flip chart.
The holidays are here, yipeddee-skippeddee. Let us join together and celebrate by setting up health and safety hazards around the home. In a week where the EU released a warning about the dangers of Christmas lights, the FFG have been busy researching all the latest potential festive face implosions awaiting us during the silly season. From eye popping champagne corks to chimney descending burn injuries, find out what to steer clear of this yule tide.
Champagne Anyone?
Life is like a box of hell, you never know what fresh torture you are going to get. Just when you think you are in the clear something like back pain jumps up and plays your sciatic nerve like a bongo drum. Back pain is not funny so we thought we would dig something up to cheer up those afflicted so here is ‘Things You Never Want To Hear From Your Osteopath“
Guess who’s back in the mo-fo house with a big fat blog for your mouth, or eyes in case you do not read with your mouth. We have been scouring Europe for the freshest ideas and humorous food for thought the continent has to offer. Our first instalment focusses on getting the most out of your health insurance policy.
After a short sojourn in the Ardennes, quaffing duck liver pate and swilling Chablis and Carlsberg Special Brew, we hopped over to Munchen to sample the festivities of Oktoberfest, chugging tankards and ravaging buxom wenches, only to finish up in glamorous Braintree in Essex, where it was so exclusive we were arrested for not being made of gold and general scallywaggery on a Tuesday afternoon.