Links on Friday

Everyone loves Top Gear – but are they cool? Really?

“Zombies cannot run – so if you see a person running at you, it’s not a zombie. DON’T shoot him. Give him a high-five.” “You’re blocking one of your own guys out there!” “He doesn’t matter, my safety is more important than his.” This is all invaluable zombie-infestation survival advice, team.

Here’s how to make a single speed hipster bike.

Do I not like that – insane, foul mouthed England football coach doco.

Links on Friday

There’s a lot of monkeys on the telly, as any Breakfast TV viewer knows. Turns out they’re pretty good at the Krypton Factor too. If I could just get my hands on a shaved simian to sit here for the day, I’d be set.

Zinc Oxide is everywhere – be careful out there, team

Michael Phelps Returns To His Tank At Sea World

With computer games, I tend to go for Zombies and shotguns and any combination thereof. But if I played World Of Warcraft, I’d probably be this guy.

Olympic drinking game

Here’s my entry in the Dropkicks’ Olympic drinking game contest.

– Piss
– Vessel
– Couch
– TV
– A whole lot of sick days

One consume:
A crazy slo-mo camera angle has you wondering where the camera is

Two consumes:
A crazy slo-mo camera angle makes you suspect LSD flashback

Three consumes:
You have to Wikipedia the rules

Four consumes:
You wind up getting sucked into Wikipedia’s Family Ties, Shoelace Tying and Who Shot First pages and totally miss the race / match

Five consumes:
You retrieve your running shoes from behind the fridge after watching lithe bodies running / cycling / etc and giving your own telly belly a forlorn poke

Six Consumes:
You STILL don’t make it off the couch for the entire two weeks and / or winter

Seven Consumes:
It slowly dawns on you the wall to wall handball / beach volleyball coverage between 8PM and 10PM is about boosting ratings and leveraging gratuitous T ‘n’ A into primetime, not *actual sport*

Eight consumes:
You don’t really care

Twenty four consumes:
Yet another vacuous comment from the TVNZ gang make you absent-mindedly miss Tony Veitch

Links on Friday

I love Ireland – it’s great. But not much happens there – enter road bowling.

I always quite fancied being a bike courier, all dreadlocks and sweat and speed and being off my face all day. But these guys – these guys are bike couriers EXTREME. And they’ve only got Scott Baio in the gang.

You suck at Photoshop – there’s a guy like this in every office, team. He’s watching you right now.

Ducks are bastards. Tasty, tasty bastards.

Unexpected answers in Olympic interviews

How do you feel?
Well, one of my nuts popped out at the 500 metre mark – I had to do the last K and a half with lefty chaffing the seat. The skin in that area’s pretty raw and I’m fairly sure it’s sunburnt, too. I’m in a great deal of pain and I can’t walk in a straight line. I’ll probably vomit if I see another oar.

Hey! You’re in Bejing! It must feel great to be here!
14 million people live in this city. That’s 7 million women. Seven. Million. Plus, you can get Tiger Balm at every single dairy.

You did a personal best, but still missed out on the final! Isn’t that gutting?
Not as gutted as I was when some ass-clown finished the peanut butter at breakfast. COME ON!  Just a bit of common fucking decency is all it takes. I’m looking at those Equestrian assholes. It’ll be tally-fuckin’-ho if I catch them. I mean it.

It must be a great honor to be out here representing New Zealand?
I’m South African.

Have you got anything to say to the family back home? I’m sure they’re watching.
I just wanna say to my partner Sarah, I love you. Mmmmm-mmmm. But baby, I’m a man. A man needs to relax sometimes, living in that village, with all those… athletes. I’m just saying. Nothing to worry about. Just think of my gold medal dreams. Our gold medal dreams.