11 schools shut on the eve of Robbie Williams’s concert, to avoid problems. One parent, however, was not amused: ‘Everybody is back at school,… and they have closed already’.
A student, who was secretly filming his fellow female students taking a bath, initially tried to hide a digital camera in a shower gel bottle but didn’t manage to record clear footage. I wonder, why…
A new drug that was developed to treat premature ejaculation comes with side-effects: nausea, diarrhoea, headache and dizziness.
In the States, three men, aged 20, drove 50 miles to dig out a corpse of a girl, to have an intercourse with it. They’ve never known the young woman, but saw her photo on the obituaries page in a newspaper. All three face more than 5 years in prison.
You thought that Mona Lisa could only be used in one way – as an object of inspiration that hangs under the glass in the Louvre? Pas du tout. It can also be used as a Hallowe’en mask, and this newly discovered facet has just been presented at the Tokyo International Gift Show. If you’re tired of goth damsels and Freedy Krugers swarming at your Hallowe’en’s party, spice it up with a bit of true Beauty. Worry not: you’ll look as fearful, as the occasion demands. This latex Gioconda’s beauty is indeed a dreaful force.
In Paris, Societe Generale [apologies, I cannot insert accents] celebrated the opening of the Rugby World Cup by having the acrobats stage a vertical rugby match on the Societe’s facade. I wish I could see it.
A bull attempted to cross the river to reach a herd of cows on the opposite bank. Unfortunately, he got stuck in the mud and had to be rescued by the fire brigade and a tractor.
Finally, the paper contained a plenty of advice to the couple who suffer from their over-amorous and loud neighbours. Someone suggested to play Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus at the peak of the neighbours’ passion (and claimed it had worked).
I tried to do a similar thing several years ago, in Moscow. My neighbour upstairs was a convinced DIY-er. He DIYed everything in his flat, from furniture to cars and motorbikes. Some outcomes were freakish. His passion for fish-breeding, for instance, culminated in dropping of a 20-litre fish tank, filled with water (without fish, thankfully). I was told there had been torrential rain in my parents’ corridor.
Naturally, my parents tried to influence him in one way or another, but nothing would stop this Jack-of-all-trades. As I grew older and began to listen to a lot of music, this man’s domestic pursuits started ennerving me. His drilling and hammering was way too loud, and I literally couldn’t hear my music. I decided I’d use shock therapy. I had a record of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, which score, as you know, contains the sounds of cannon fire. One day, when my neighbour had once again passionately embraced his electric drill, I forwarded the record to the exact point of cannon fire, and played it on full volume.
This was the only time I played any record on full volume. Believe it or not, the drilling became less loud. Or maybe I just deafened myself shortly. At any rate, this did not avert my neighbour from DIYing, and he continues to drill and hammer until this day.
This is one of the few occasions when I can (otherwise being an apartment partisan) wholeheartedly agree that having your own house has its benefits. On the other hand, having neighbours is very beneficial for one’s life experience.