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Gordon Brown’s troubled premiership last night suffered another blow with the news that a Chocolate Teapot was distancing itself from the Prime Minister “for the sake of its reputation”.

Sources close to the cacao-based container said it was “deeply concerned” about its standing within British politics if it continued to be associated with the Brown regime. 

This shock defection follows a slew of similar movs by key figures, including:

• One Legged Man at an Arse-kicking Competition
• Inflatable Dartboard
• Spare Prick at a Wedding

Friends of the PM moved to play down the split, saying: “I, uh, I mean the Primer Minister sees this as an opportunity to promote thrusting, new talent such as a Catflap in a Submarine and Fart in a Wind Tunnel.”

The row overshadowed an attempt by Mr Brown to defy his critics by organising a piss-up in a brewery – an event which featured a range of beverages supplied by the Temperance Society.

An earlier attempt to find his own arse with both hands and a map floundered due to a compass error.

OK, you’ve probably all seen this but if you haven’t, it’s comedy gold. The Apprentice remixed to make Alan Sugar entertaining… Get’s very, very funny at 2:45.  ”From Tower Bridge right up to Westminster”.

Accordion legend shows he can still bust a funky rhyme.

One of my favourite web things ever was the version of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton that cut out everything but the swearing. (I used to be a well-spoken young man but then I entered my first newsroom…) That was many years ago. 

Now there is a worthy successor and what a labour of love it is: every nugget of sweartastic goodness from every episode of The Sopranos. And nothing else. Pure, unadulterated Anglo Saxon. Oh, and it’s not very safe for work. Or your mum. Unless, that is, your mum is a heavily tattooed Lithuanian sailor with Tourette’s.

the sopranos, uncensored. from victor solomon on Vimeo.

All hail the New Media Company Generator – a worthy successor to the almost prophetic Web Economy Bullshit Generator. (I know companies that really do “exploit viral markets” and “scale robust communities”.)

The wickedly observed company generator came up with ThirstyBadger, which on the while I like better than w00tonomy.

God bless Biffy Clyro. And may He also bless the audience who watched them at a recent BBC Introducing set at the Reading and Leeds Festival.

The Ayrshire rockers performed a really sweet acoustic cover of Rage Against The Machines “Killing in the name of”. Perhaps due to it being on TV ‘n’ that, the group sang the famed repeating chorus at the end thus: “Ooo-oooo I won’t do you what you tell me.”

Mad propz to Craig McGill over at Cluttered desk for spotting this brilliant vision of a zombie outbreak as seen through Twitter. Key quote: “Rigged the house with explosives. This may be my last tweet, people.”

And that’s a sentiment I share as I find myself overwhelmed by social media: this blog, podcasts, my work blog, Twitter, Facebook, Dopplerz, FriendFeed, LinkedIn, Flickr. And that’s without the daily grind of reading through my Yahoo Pipes and Google Reader. When’s a net professional supposed to get any work done?

Very funny wee film about cars at a zebra crossing being faced with a seemingly never-ending parade of pedestrians in fancy dress.

Yay for crazy mash-ups. This one effortlessly blends the delicate harmonies of the Beach Boys with a fondly-remembered advert of my youth.

Thanks to Bruce Combe from The List for pointing out this great headline in Woman & Home (no, I don’t know what he was looking for either). “Five years off your face”? I didn’t know that Bez wrote for that market. What next? “Shaun Ryder opens his heart to the People’s Friend”?