Technically black people in Africa stole other black people in Africa and then sold them to the white people from Europe. So it's all above board, look, here's the receipt.

That's messed up. South Korean dudes, you already have the ability to smile. No one smiled and still had a down turned mouth unless you're Sam the Eagle from The Muppets. Why not just smile?

The pedant inside me wants to point out she co-invented "Frequency-hopping spread-spectrum" which is a method of transmitting radio signals by rapidly switching a carrier among many frequency channels using a pseudorandom sequence known to both transmitter and receiver. Wi-Fi, Bluetooth and GPS communications all use this method however it would be wrong to say Hedy Lamarr and co-inventor George Antheil invented these additional technologies and then just forget the list of other people who had to invent all the actual stuff that makes Wi-Fi, Bluetooth and GPS work. With this reasoning it's like saying Heinrich Rudolf Hertz who made the first transmission of radio waves actually invented Wi-Fi, Bluetooth and GPS. This would also be wrong for more obvious reasons. But I suppose putting "Co-invented Frequency-hopping spread-spectrum" at the bottom of the picture wouldn't grab peoples attention despite it being an awesome invention.

If you tell someone in a conversation that the Union Flag is only called the "Union Jack" when it's flown from a ship and that you can recognize when it's flown upside down (thus signalling distress) you automatically become 62% British.

In case anyone wonders it's because a plucked goose with the bumps where the feathers were attached looks like your skin when you have goosebumps.

Hands up who's ever fantasized about the wording of a book dedication before you've actually ever written a book or anything close to a book.

I would eat that. When I say "I would eat that" of course I mean "in one fatboy sitting".

You can also use the pen to label the cassette. Later you'll Tipp-ex/wite out the label and write over it again. Then you'll get a new cassette and remember they came with lots of blank sticky labels which you'll put somewhere safe and forget about ten minutes later.

They've left out the wheels though in the pic on the right... they're solid and detach before the bike folds down.

Now you're dead and off the grid you can start your new life as an awesome lone crime fighter. You can travel light, move fast, going from city to city sorting each problem out as you come by them. You must have an awesome crime fighting name and a cool costume. And your own theme tune of course; a lonely haunting song that you play as you walk the lonely road. You could do that or you could go to the police and report the attempted murder.

How are you supposed to raise your kids without using the experience of how you were raised then? Like a Back to the Future II movie, guessing what thirty years in the future is supposed to be like? It's nice little one liner but doesn't provide any sort of help for a new parent.

I think it's just common courtesy to hold a door open for someone behind you rather than let it slam in their face though.

I've heard a lot of derogatory stereotypes about Americans. I'd say on the low side of zero are about Twinkies. The closest I can come to any sort of stereotype about Twinkies are perhaps (a) Sgt. Al Powell from Die Hard and (b) the cockroach from Wall-E. I mean there's loads of misleading stereotypes about being gun toting, right wing, God loving, warmongering, creationist, obese, weak beer drinking, geographically challenged, rounders loving, NASCAR enthusiasts ... but Twinkies, not so much. (Before I get down voted to oblivion by the Americans I would like to say these are stereotypes I do not believe in because I think you're all lovely.)

Part of me wishes that when the top dad eventually dropped and wiped everyone below out it was accompanied by the sound effect of a bowling ball knocking down pins in a bowling alley.

There's an idea for a Taylor Swift computer game right there! Each level you fight the ex while the corresponding song plays in the background. Warning: may be the lamest beat 'em up game ever.

And underneath was taped this ..."Dear Language Professor, the only time speaking English would actually kill you was during an MI6 or OSS mission during World War 2. Yours sincerely, the History Professor."

Starts typing "REM Dreamer" into Google ...

"lb" does come from Libra because Libra is Latin for "scales". But the weight name has little to do with the constellation and more to do with the whole "being Latin for scales" thing. There's a constellation we call "The plough" but that doesn't mean actual ploughs are named after the constellation.

Don't worry George, I'll step into the breach if you die! "Swords, boobs, some dragons, boobs, a wedding, death, boobs, Peter Dinklage being awesome, incest, boobs, sword fight, death, ice zombies, no one cares about the ice zombies, boobs, dragons, Peter Dinklage being awesome again, sword fight, boobs, Hodor!, major character death who is related to Sean Bean of the House Stark, incest, boobs, sword fight aaaaaand cue awesome theme song."

We really need this, we do. Then we can have Uncles Day, Aunties Day, Brothers Day, Sisters Day, Step-Child Day, Second Cousin Twice Removed Day, Some Dude You're On Nodding Terms With Day etc. Yours Sincerely, Hallmark.

I could be really thick and everything but this just looks like it morphed into another regular three dimensional shape at the end. It was like a cube inside another cube.