I mentioned Scaryduck earlier this week when I discovered the blog. But today, at lunch time to boot, I found myself howling with laughter, tears streaming down my cheeks as I perused one then another of the stories at Scaryduck’s House of Lies.
If you don’t find them funny you must be clinically dead. Or perhaps you’re just not a thirty-something Englishman with fond memories of Grange Hill and the school science club. Not that I ever went to science club you understand, I’m not that big a geek.