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Xeni Jardin at 5:40 pm Tue, May 1, 2012
Hm! Usually it’s the fourth drink when things start resembling faces.
Branson is like a benign Bond villain.
Whenever I see Richard Branson I always think of Hank Scorpio from the Simpsons.
He really does want to service us. Every last one of us.
I’d like to know how the decision-making process behind that went…
Are there bonuses for the Virgin exceutive who can make the most obsequious suggestion perhaps, or is this purely Branson’s ego?
Or is he taking the piss out of himself? The opportunities for self-parody for that guy are limitless.
As if Virgin Cola wasn’t bad enough!
Really, and the breakfast “biscuits” are like sticky dough in the roof of the mouth and between teeth. That and a wafer-thin slice of ham and cheese.
Finally, one arrives at Heathrow, yet another in a continuous line of magnificent experiences.
When they floated this idea at Disney it got rather a poor reception… Apparently one does not speak lightly of the frozen head of Walt.
Now there’s an idea for Fenway Park, ice cubes in the shape of Ted Williams’ head! But since the procedure was supposedly botched, maybe they can give The Splendid Splinter a bit of the halfway rotted, zombie look that seems to be in fashion with the kids nowadays.
@boingboing-1113d7a76ffceca1bb350bfe145467c6:disqus heh, but why Walt? It’s mouse heads as far as the eye can see at Disney.
Oh, right, the idea of slipping a mickey into your drink…
Walt Disney’s head is supposedly cryogenically frozen.