Valley of the Trolley Dollies

Oh my.

kylie last night. At Wembley.

The woman in front of us took her hat off as the lights went down and the crowd stood, and I saw the wisps, highlighted by the stage lighting. ‘Breast cancer,’ she told me later, ‘Like Kylie.’ And, Like Kylie, she was determined to beat it. And, whilst beating it, to enjoy every single solitary second of the spectacle unrolling before us.

So what did the nameless woman, David, I and the rest of a packed house (one of about 8 nights she’s doing there) get? (more…)

The death occurred, last Friday, of the man who invented the pot-noodle.

You all probably knew about this already. But what made me smile is that today, I’ve been looking at CV’s (Resumes, for those of you in the North Americas), for staff in Hong Kong. Now, it’s traditional in China and (to a far lesser extent) in Japan, for the locals to take an Anglicised version of their personal name for the purposes of doing business.

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An email arrives from one of our Associate Directors here at Capitalist Bastard Markets. Now, I don’t want anyone thinking I’m ‘work-obsessed’ (after last week’s post), but this is too good to resist:

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