The sailor in the famous photograph of the Times Square kiss, when Victory was annouced over Japan, has finally been identified as 'Glenn McDuffie.'
He was identified, by a forensic artist, from the bones in his forehead and the shape of his ear.
If they can identify you by your forehead bones imagine what else can they identify you by...
Gentlemen, it might be time to get those pictures back off the web.
Friday, August 17
Forensic fotos
Wednesday, August 15
Evil Breeders
I phoned a man at work yesterday called Mr Dack.
First Name Donald.
I can only hope he's forgiven his parents.
Sunday, August 12
Why I'm Getting Old... Part 6
You know you're getting old when:
You leave the club early enough to get home and watch BBC Four
Thursday, July 19
Walk this way
Recently, I’ve been trying out some techniques to improve my Self-esteem.
For example, rather than staring at the pavement, I now hold my head up high as I walk down the street.
The result seems to be that I trip over a lot more...
Monday, June 25
Animal Slights
After noting the various ways to deal with street canvassers, I saw a method on the streets that, to be honest, I just hadn't thought of.
Now why can't I be that honest?
Thursday, June 21
Begging your attention
Whilst walking through London a panhandler came up to my friends and I with this wonderful request,
"Sorry to bother you guys but can you spare some loose change so I can buy a balaclava and a gun, and make some real money?"
Based on the amount of money we gave him that day, I'm sure he's doing just fine...
Wednesday, June 20
Readers' Caption Competition No 7

"When the Native Bristolians Drank, they found it funny to give tourists misleading directions..."
Winner will be announced on Friday!
Thursday, June 7
Enough to make you're eyes google
I’ve been cataloguing some of the stranger search terms that have directed unaware children to this horror of a blog. It gives me something to do whilst waiting for the Viagra to kick in.
I can only assume the Google employees are trying to really annoy some local perverts.
- The almost Reasonable
- Gay boyfriend possessive ("Have they met my boyfriend?")
- Funny reasons for increasing waistline ("Ha freking ha ha")
- Stroppy men ("You hinting at something, buddy?)
- Gay boyfriend possessive ("Have they met my boyfriend?")
- Ewwwwwww!
- Free nude pictures of petite women between ages 25 to 30 with small breast ("See, perverts do have a good vocabulary")
- Street prostitutes Bristol ("Odd. I haven't even written about my new job on this yet")
- Womanly bits ("Eeeeeeww")
- Cruel mistress digging spur ("WTF?")
- Free nude pictures of petite women between ages 25 to 30 with small breast ("See, perverts do have a good vocabulary")
- Search phrases maybe even I'd use
- Blow me please (^___^)
- Nakid Men (^______^)
- Blow me please (^___^)
- Thank You!
- “Guys are prettier" ("Awww. Well aren't you just adorable")
- Hot naked ("Delusional weirdo")
- “Guys are prettier" ("Awww. Well aren't you just adorable")
- Say what?
- Healthy oats ("Who let a horse onto my blog?")
- Unexplained bumps on head ("Try Childline")
- Puppy Slaughter ("Why would you search for this?")
- How do i remove candle wax off my rear projection television ("What? Why were you using your TV as a candle holder? They do them for 99 pence in Ikea! ")
- And finally
- How much does Beyonce weigh? (" . . . what? . . .")
Friday, May 11
Saturday, April 28
Goodbye
I’m leaving this behind.
This blog is a greedy mistress, demanding more of my time than I am prepared to give. She pulls me away from my family, from my friends and from the rest of my life, with addicting claws that dig into me like spurs into my flesh. There is a reason after all, that I don’t date women.
The page views fluctuate wildly, the comments vary massively and the only stable factor is the wasted time and effort it takes to update this page. It has come to the point where I begrudge having to update it, where I loathe trying to be funny at half-past six every morning, and where I detest the lack of interest, and reward, my effort receives
And so, after much consideration, I have decided to regain my life.
I am taking a break from The Freelance Cynic.
I’ll be back on Monday, hope you’ll can cope without me…
(Almost had you worried then, didn’t I?)
Sunday, April 22
Blow me - Please
It's good to feel in demand.
To be fair I always feel in demand. Having a boyfriend with an attention span on par with a 2 month old Goldfish, it's amazing I find time to fit in breathing.
But thanks to Shelly at This Ecelctic Life I now feel in demand for something other than keeping him occupied during the ad breaks. After threatening to twist my arm if I didn't (arms longer than the atlantic that girl, must make it difficult to type) I decided to enter her 'Blow My Dress Up' Contest and sent her a selection of funny articles.
There's some brilliant entries there already, most of them a very different humour than here (i.e. funny rather than cringe-inducing) so if you like to smile, go take a look, and mention that you came from the Cynic.
Or failing that, at least give me some ideas of fun things to do during a 3 minute ad break.
Wednesday, April 18
A moral Pillar of Society...
I'm finding it hard to find funny things to write about right now, and so, instead of taking the micky out of George Bush - my usual stand-by, I'll let someone else be funny for me until I remember my wit.
It's the same technique Jay Leno built his career on.
George Bush does a similar thing, with speech writers and think-tanks, until he remembers not be an idiot. Unfortunately however, we're still waiting.
Today's joke is sponsored by the Internet. Have you tried it yet?
God bless Far-Right Republican America . Afterall, no-one else will.Thursday, April 12
Overheard in the Cynic Household
My Boyfriend and I were walking back from the shops when for some (no doubt perfectly understandable) reason he threatened to kill me with a bottle of Salad Cream he was carrying.
Me: You paid for that already. No way you're going to waste it killing me.Still, wouldn't be the first time I've been covered in his cream.
Him: Technically it came out of the food money, so you paid for half of it as well
Me: Oh yeah! Would that make it assisted suicide?
Wednesday, April 11
Readers' Caption Competition
Tuesday, April 10
Thursday, April 5
Overheard in the Cynic Household - Part 4
The only Breakdown company that fixes your car and protests against it at the same time.Sales associateDo you have any breakdown cover on your car?CustomerYes. I've got that with... who is it now... that one with a colour in it's name...
Oh yes, GreenPeace!
Wednesday, April 4
Monday, April 2
xkcd - Keyboards
See more like this at xkcd.com
- The E-mail Soapbox Rant
- The Cartoon Squares of DirtFlake
- How to Keep an Idiot Busy
Wednesday, March 28
Readers' Caption Competition Part 3
Sunday, March 25
Overheard in the Cynic Household - Part 3
Said by an angry mother to her 5 year old son whilst stomping him down the road at the shopping center:
"I don't care. You are not coming out!"
Sounds like a conversation my parents should have had with me a long time ago.


