Unsubscribe! (Blog 33)

Me again! What have I been up to, these last few days? I’ve been working on the fan page of the program ‘Unsubscribe’, which you can have a look at, below…

https://www.facebook.com/The-Unsubscribe-Tribe-157356154842321/

There we go. Please like and follow it. Don’t be confused about the title, the creator of the sitcom is a master of reverse psychology. Tell EVERYONE to subscribe. Why should you do so? For my amusing comments on the related pictures and videos. For example, ‘So now that you’ve seen the trailer, who’s hair was nicest? You can comment on the way it moves, or perhaps you’d like to comment on tone/fluffiness, etc.? Don’t be shy…’ ‘Fluffiness’, lol. What a word. But a fitting word, the actor’s hair styles are indeed soft and intriguing. Check out the trailer, and see for yourself. Here we go…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kDbJm1VhSI

Isn’t the preview modern? It even has subtitles, which is really handy if your ears have been destroyed by constant clubbing. Or indeed, if your ears have been eradicated by the techno music from the promo. If so, stop watching it you maniac! Have you been influenced by my expert marketing techniques, or something? Learn the art of moderation.

Anyway, I’ve also been beavering away at the Unsubscribe Twitter fan page…

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https://twitter.com/TheUnsubTribe

Tada! Fittingly, I have been commenting on the show and such, but I also add daily, homemade jokes. How’s that for value? However, even though I have many gags to choose from right now (they’ve been picked from my website), it won’t be too long until I run out. I started out by unleashing my diamonds, (who’s the fittest man in the world? Jim) but unless I get thinking, I will have to resort to posting the following… ‘What is Metallica’s best song about pens? Damage ink.’ Not only is it a highly specialised joke, it’s also perhaps too random. But hey, someone might like it. Staying on the subject of Twitter, there is this lunatic who calls himself ‘Big Ben’. Every hour he says a certain amount of bongs, depending on the time, and he hasn’t missed a single bong since he started! However, Big Ben has been turned off for a few years, so it can be repaired… So stop tweeting!

And now for something completely different… Chocolate! I recently purchased a product from Hotel Chocolat, that claims to have an illegal amount of cocoa in it. There are two potential exaplanations of that claim. Either the company is full of shit, or they are some kind of mafia-like organisation that brashly sell their goods, in the ultra-busy London Bridge train station shop. Sound likely? If you’ve read my previous blogs, you may have found out that Hotel Chocolat use some fairly unusual retailing techniques. For example, they boast about how small their chocolate covered cherries are. That’s nothing to be proud of at all, so I wouldn’t ever take them seriously. It makes you question their reasoning abilities, right? In the most current case, however, I have a feeling they’re simply just being weird for the sake of attention. I’m certainly not fearing any kind of police checkup, at the moment. But then again, I did throw away my apparently incriminating wrapping paper, many miles from where I live. Phew.

I’ve also been reading through a book, self-published by a family friend, so I can review it. (In return, I’m expecting a review for The Danger of Proverbs). Sadly, it’s not a comedy, it’s a book about sailing, so in my critique I’ll have to be super-sensible. Or will I? Maybe if I inserted my joke ‘what’s a witch’s favourite drink? Warter’, that would be relevant. ‘But Simon, you’re making everything about you! It’s always you, you, you, you.’ Yeaaaah. It is. Te be fair though, if it wasn’t, I’d never get anywhere, so it’s kind of an ethical loophole. And finally, I’ve been keeping an eye on my decomposing cherries. Their rich, pleasing aroma has now gone, and they stink. Even so, I’m keeping them, just in case I get the opportunity to say ‘fancy a cherry?’ That would be so good. And I think that’s all from me. Until next time… Ciaooooooooooo.