THIS COLUMN is sick to death of social networking – the sign of an ailing nation is when its citizens feel they have to give a minute-by-minute update of their life "status" – and the tide of idiocy that it washes up on my computer (to all those pe
ople who have "poked" me for months upon end without reply: take a hint). This little sketch (above) cuts to the heart of the matter.
COLD CERT www.coldplay.com/song.htmlRELUCTANT as I am to give these corporate schills any more publicity than they can marshal themselves, Coldplay have a single out next week and it's available to download at this address. Whether or not it's any good I care not – I'm merely flagging it up.
HAMMER HORRORShttp://dl.nin.com/discipline/ninANOTHER free download for the Goth contingent – I know you're out there, don't pretend you're not. Those hoary old death-trippers Nine Inch Nails have released a single, Discipline, for those who like their music to sound like concrete being tumble-dried. I'm sure it's a joy to listen to, but it requires you to join their fan club, and I'm only willing to go so far in my devotion to this column. Receiving endless e-mails extolling the virtues of NiN's every move is not in the job description.
BEATLE MANIA www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id>29585FOR those of a conspiratorial leaning, The Beatles' albums have been a mine of material for decades. You have to admire the energy expended trying to back the theories up: Paul McCartney is dead, replaced by a surgically altered bass player; they were calling for race war; pushing for world nudity. Anyway, more than a few people have been playing Beatles tracks backwards, looking for proof of their paranoid fantasies. Here, to save you breaking your own CD players trying to do the same, are a stack of them. No, really. I particularly like the "Paul's dead, miss him, miss him" one. Bonkers.
ROOT AND BRANCH www.gamershrine.com/games/242/dead-tree-defender.htmlWE CONCLUDE with a simple but fun game. You merely have to defend your tree using your archery skills. Dead easy. Hours of enjoyment.
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