I am still glued to Failblog. This is the best way to while away a sleepy Friday afternoon ever!
Category: Small pleasures
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Whilst I’m reluctant to go against the relentlessly cheery spirit of gladallover by celebrating failure, I don’t think I can remember the last time I accidentally found something on the internet that made me laugh and laugh, and then laugh some more. There’s no connecting theme to the pictures and clips posted on Failblog, except that one way or another, each of them represents a failure – of human intellect, animal cunning, mechanical expertise or some terrifying combination of the three. The effect is cumulative, so you’ll enjoy it more if you just go and spend a happy hour browsing, as I’ve done. But I expect you’ve got places to be, so here are a couple of tasters:
Be warned, though: there are some fairly horrifying images tucked away here and there. I would avoid it if you’re eating.
Gerberas
I have some gerberas in a vase in front of my window. I don’t ever buy gerberas, but I was buying flowers for a boy who was staying in my house and they seemed appropriately manly. And you know what? I really, really like them. I might only ever buy gerberas from now on.
Are flower names capitalised? And why do I want the plural of gerbera to be “gerbera”?
Small pleasures, number 4
Paying for lunch on a card and having the person you’re with give you the cash. Free money!
Small pleasures: number 3
…getting in to work on a Monday morning and being greeted by an empty email inbox. At least, there were five new messages, but two of them were about cake and three of them were telling me my mailbox is over its size limit, which I already know.
Small pleasures: number 2
…having a lollipop lady help you across the street. This happened to me this morning.




