That's How It Happened

The launch party for my father's latest book, The Promise of Happiness, was last night at Bloomsbury in Soho Square. I think it's a truism that free alcohol gets you twice as drunk, for truly I was the very model of insobriety. This month Vice made talking about your job at parties a big DON'T. After last night I think I'm in agreement. You know how it is; you meet a nice girl at a party, she starts talking about her career modelling, and in the movies, conversation turns to your career, and suddenly you're having a discussion about vaginas again. It's an occupational hazard I never foresaw when I entered obstetrics. To paraphrase Steve Redgrave, if you catch me talking about my career at a party again, "you've got my permission to shoot me".

Deeply satisfying and bloody, stickman archery game.

How the Underground would look if South London had won.

Unlike all the fake celebrity blogs, Dave Navarro's blog is real. Why would someone so overexposed as Dave have a blog? Other fans have wondered that too: "Q: By the way, what is up with all the media whore celebrity crap? A:It's a long story, but Paris and I made this bet and, well, so far she is in the lead."

Dawn of the Dead (2004 isn't on DVD for a whole month, but you can get in the mood now with an excellent zombie meme.

Vending Machine Prizes Spectacular, including a really creepy machine that lets you feed a live cricket to a baby quail for 25c.