Some funny facts a.k.a. Dancing raisins

Here's something else to make you giggle, contributed by a long-time fan of the blog; a few fun facts for you.

• Of the 91,000 eastern Europeans who arrived in Britain to work in the five months after EU enlargement, fewer than 15 have claimed benefits
• More houses in China have a DVD player than running hot and cold water
• In the US, 12 per cent of Coca-Cola is consumed with or for breakfast
• When India's Sachin Tendulkar bats against Pakistan in test matches, the television audience in India exceeds the total population of Europe
• According to some semitic language specialists, the 72 "virgins" that Muslim martyrs can expect to encounter in heaven may actually be "raisins"-owing to a long-established mistranslation of the Koran
• By law, every child in Belgium must take harmonica lessons
• In 1982, a law was passed in Zimbabwe banning jokes about President Canaan Banana's name

Descent into insanity a.k.a. How my cheese started dancing

Going from spending every day around lots of people and talking constantly, to 5 months at home on my own has had some unusual consequences. I've always talked to myself. Sometimes I did it when other people were around and they just assumed I was talking to them, but still it's something I've always done.

I didn't really notice I'd started doing it more until about a week ago. I said something to myself, and then made a stupid pun about what I'd just said... answering yourself, now that's a bit weird, isn't it? Well sadly it doesn't stop there. I did the same thing the next day and answered myself with a joke (which actually made me laugh). The problem is, part of me laughed, whilst the other part wasn't impressed... an opinion I actually voiced. It ended up in an argument, with myself! Now that's properly mental. I may need help.

To further demonstrate the depths of my insanity, I actually got excited this morning when I realised how clean my dining room chair covers had come out from the laundry.... I really need to start my new job soon! I fear for what's left of my sanity - laundry day isn't far off and I'm actually starting to look forward to it! Aaaaaaargh!

The Cheese is born a.k.a. Is that cheese dancing or have I drunk too much?

Well there's finally some dancing cheese on the blog. Look at it dance. Now yes, admittedly, it's crap but it'll have to do for now. Eventually I envision a whole troupe of singing and dancing cheese, but we've all got to have our dreams. For now, it's my little mascot and it'll do.

Hehehe, watch it dance!

Something funny a.k.a. Dancing cheese with fresh herpes

I wanted something funny to start off my blog, and what could possibly be better than a bit of Engrish. For anyone who doesn't know what Engrish is, get on over to www.engrish.com and find out. But for now I just picked out a couple of recent ones, below. Enroy!

The Blog is Born a.k.a The Cheese is Dancing!

Okay, so where's the dancing cheese? Good question. Well... it's nowhere, and everywhere. I'll explain more about in a later post, but for now welcome to the wonderful world of Dancing Cheese and other oddities. I've never had a blog before... probably for good reason.

Anyway, this particular blog will be like nothing else you've ever seen on the Internet... that's right, there's no porn on it. What will be on it is anyone's guess. Could be anything, but I guess you'll find out. By the time I even tell anyone about this blog I hope to have something worth looking at, so really at this point I'm just talking to myself. I can feel a post coming on about talking to myself too, I do it a lot!

As my 'welcome' seems to have gotten a little off-track (or completely derailed as the case may be) I'll leave my first post at that. Once again, welcome to Dancing Cheese!