All is not lost

Thanks very much to Ann F who spotted this in The Yorkshire Post the other day.

Winning with a big fat zero?

What you might call a hollow victory.

Messing with the Taliban

Our regular observer of all things military, Greg L, sent in this one from BBC News.

One which, I think, will have been missed by most people.

You'd think the channel would've written the word often enough by now to get it right.

Rather than the fighter, it's the Taliban that's been wounded.

The Lotus disposition

Allow me, if you will, to put you in the picture.

Narendra Modi is an Indian politician representing the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP). More than that, he is the prime ministerial candidate of the BJP-led National Democratic Alliance in the general election to be held later this year.

The BJP's symbol is a lotus flower.

Here's what he tweeted.

Probably not the wisest way to describe your colleagues.

Oh wait. I'm forgetting.

They're politicians.

In the pinc

Thanks to Jon C for sending this one in from deepest, darkest California.

Apparently, you can only enter this area if you're wearing pincnics.

Jon neither confirmed nor denied, but I have my suspicions.

State of the Union

In and amongst the current talk of independence, you might have heard some people in England say that they would be happier if the other members of the Union were forced further towards its periphery.

Well, this flag, which was hoisted by Manchester City Council above the city's Central Library for Remembrance Sunday last week, provided us with a fascinating graphic representation of such a suggestion.

You'll see that the red cross of St George looks as though it's flexing its muscles against the crosses of St Patrick and St Andrew, pushing them both to the side.

Do you think it was a deliberate ploy by subversive infiltrators at the flag manufacturer?

Or am I reading far too much into a straightforward misprint?

Impulse purchase

Thank you to one of my Facebook friend's friends for pointing out that Asda has finally joined forces with both Morrisons and Tesco by also treating its customers as idiots.

I know it's a little blurred but yes, it does say £2. And yes, it does say 2 for £5.

As Asda's current inane slogan says, 'Saving you money every day.'

Well actually, it's true.

With cynical offers like this I'm tempted to spend no money there at all. Ever.

Not even on impulse.

Ahead of the game

Steven Whitehead plays American football with the Tri-Cities Fever, a team based in Washington state.

It looks like an old school foe or perhaps a disgruntled ex got a job at the TV station.

Double date

There've been so many updates on my phone recently that I can't actually remember which application was responsible for this screen which appeared when I was thinking of signing up for it.

Is anybody else aware that there were two 1953s? The real year and the parallel one.

But which is the real one? And what happens if you choose the parallel one?

Do you enter the twilight zone?

Or your twilight years?

Typing Not Necessary

It looks like the editing team over at TBS has been joined by someone with fat fingers.

That footnote is supposed to say IF NECESSARY.

Bun deal

Ah. Breakfast in America.

The very thought of it conjures up the sights, smells and sounds of sizzling bacon, strong coffee, eggs, fresh orange juice, pancakes, and pastries lightly dusted with sugar and spices.

Unfortunately, Jon C's similar dreams were brought to an abrupt halt the other day when he spotted this delicacy at one of his favourite early-morning haunts.

I'm guessing if he'd eaten one it would have been a tongue-in-cheek gesture.

Salary cap

Tom L knows that some Call Centres can be real sweatshops but this one, which he found on Reed's website, must take the biscuit.

It looks like over 100 people have already applied.

I'm sure Bob Cratchit will welcome these new workmates with open arms.

Nil by mouth

There are exams going on in here.

Clearly not going too well.

Losing face

Does anyone else, apart from myself and Jon C, keep seeing this advert on Facebook?

Now, if she really was from London, she'd be a Mum, not a Mom. And, at 200 miles away, do they really think that London is local to me? Or to Jon C who happens to be over 5,000 miles away?

But my main point is no, she doesn't look 25 years younger. In fact, the truth is she looks like a he.

An extremely poorly-Photoshopped he at that. Complete with bushy eyebrows and a dreadfully mis-shaped and incorrectly-sized nose that ends right on top of his lip.

Unless, God help them, that this is actually an example of their work.

But what's even more worrying on a personal level is that these ads are targeted.

Is that the best that Facebook's algorithms can come up with for me?

If so, I'll get me coat.

Or perhaps Facebook should.