Poupée De Cire, Poupée De Son

It's 1965. Luxembourg's entry for Eurovision is written by the legendary Serge Gainsbourg. It's sung by the gorgeous France Gall - who was only 17 at the time of the contest - in a enchanting, quasi-naive way that even now has the power to get one all a-quiver.

No wonder it won.

Everything about this is quite fantastic: the '60s fuzziness of the clip, the way that FG concentrates in the bridge, the orchestral arrangement, the happy accident of the backdrop framing her head...

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

*coughs*

When I see a giant tortoise, I reach for my beer

I was hanging around Quin Parker's intergaff today, and I saw a very interesting link - which I hope to bring to a narrower audience.

It's a man using a giant tortoise as a bottle opener.

You'll still want to go, but trust me: that's all it is.

I love the internet.

Jolly Japes in Berlin

What a hoot. Someone's been having fun while the World Cup's on. Which is more than you can say for us England fans.

I won't spoil the surprise.

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English speakers can make do with what Google translates.

Dear God, I Think I'm Going To Die

I've been losing the will to live recently. I've got one of those awful summer colds that render you lethargic, half-deaf and wracked with coughing spasms.

Hang on, that's Bubonic Plague, isn't it? Whatever.

Anyway, I was just beginning to feel better when along came The 50 Worst Video Game Names Of All Time, and the last vestiges of persistence left me.

Did people really buy this stuff?