For those of you new to this white stuff

Londoners and Americans in Montreal, I give you THIS.

P-p-p-p-pokerface.

Apparently I have a thing for this type of performance. I'm not ashamed of it.

It's probably a good thing the iPhone wasn't invented...

when Amelie came out.

Oh, Nigella.

So for those of you who don't know, Nigella Lawson is a celebri-chef here in the UK. Her shows can mostly be classified as gastro-porn, with the emphasis on the porn. So when I found this video, I was slightly horrified. Highlights include her assertion that she just can't be satisfied with gingerbread and needs some Christmas cake to fill that void (I may be paraphrasing here, but the effect is really in the delivery). But I think my favourite part starts at about 5:30, when she asks (herself? the audience? the voices in her head?) if we can hear the choirs of angels, and the super-creepy background music makes it feel as though we're being invited to Christmas at Hannibal Lecter's house. But maybe I'm being a bit too harsh (it is Christmas after all!), or maybe the perpetual darkness in this country has finally driven me round the twist, so judge for yourselves:

Maybe it's just me

But this had me rolling on the floor, especially by the end. Oh man.

You've got to be kidding me.

There had better be some left when I get back, London. That's all I'm saying.

Christmas Special

Here is an old movie trailer that really put me in the festive spirit. I don't think I can introduce it any better than the Guardian does, so here is what Oliver Thring has to say about it:

"Finally, this gem from 1945: the trailer for Christmas in Connecticut, a film about a food writer and a sailor coming together, as it were, at Christmas. Everything throbs with tumescent sexuality. Barbara Stanwyck breathily rasps: "Who said there isn't any Santa Claus?" She winks and makes a blood-curdling clicking sound, before ejaculating, "Look what I found in my stocking!"

A caption later informs us the hero is "Teaching her all about men - the Navy way!" Lord help her. Other guests laugh as though someone is pointing a gun at them and telling them to. "

And so, without further ado, the thing itself:

New favourite blog

I may say this every time I find a new blog, but this one's for realz, you guys.

Oooooohhhh Aaaaaahhhhh

Or: Reasons to bring your camera with you EVERYWHERE.

Eric

Click through to read a lovely little story.

Tache Attack

Thanks for bringing this into my life, Times of London

Brain-tastic

This is pretty neat!!

The motherland

Red Girl, 1987. By Boris Savelev.

More amazing pictures of Mother Russia in this gallery.