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By the way, the latest count of fart/whoopee cushion apps on the iPhone appstore is now around 36!!

Pull my finger…

Merry Xmas!

Have a very happy holiday.

What’s that funny smell?

The Apple iPhone – a gadget which is versatile, sophisticated, fashionable, stylish and at the forefront of mobile technology. Add to that the availablity of tens of thousands of applications that can run on this amazing device – all available from the online Appstore. Could this be a shining example of the technological progress of mankind? A marker of the level of sophistication that we have attained?

Is it hell!? I have recently noticed the appearance of a jocular app called iFart, its sole purpose is to emanate farty noises for the amusement of all. OK, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of toilet humour – can be most amusing. But then, more start to appear….

…iPoot, Pull my finger, Fartbox, Who farted?, Fart keyboard, Fart button, Flatulence, etc…  etc…

At the latest count, there are 20 apps in the Apple store which make farting noises (and their belching equivalents have now started to rise). These have appeared within a few days. I hate to say it but this is not a good thing for the iPhone. OK, I picked the farts, but it could have been countless other things – an app to send your location to friends for instance – there are dozens of them. This is a fundamental problem with the appstore, it will just accept anything into it’s maw and generate profit for Apple but at what price down the line. The figure of 10,000 apps being bandied about needs to be divided by at least 20.

On the High Street we have a choice of Marks and Spencer or the Pound shop, but at least they are delineated. M&S may cost a bit more but you can be reasonably sure of the quality. The pound shop costs a pound and what do you expect when it breaks, runs out or is simply a crock of shit. What the appstore needs is a virtual High St. where you can choose to wade, waist high through the useless, repetitive shit to spend your £1, or visit a proper shop that has unique, useful and maybe a bit pricier applications.

Some people are getting fed up with the stench of stale farts.

Word on the street

Those two bottles of water at last come into their own…

Flogging a dead Xmas

The main meaning of Xmas has for many, many years been blatant consumption and this is borne out by the torrent of crap adverts that assail us daily on the TV. Ridiculously named perfumes (obsession, desire, lust, diarrhoea) are marketed by pouting vixens in satin while some scent crazed moron whispers in a vaguely French accent. With all the creativity, humour and imagination put into adverts these days why are these perfume adverts still churning out the same tired cliches?

And last night, an advert for another fabulous gift idea – the Babytoss hair curler, immediately followed by an advert for the Babytoss hair straightener. If that doesn’t sum it up nicely, what does?

Word on the street…

Beware of the Terror Mud!!