My ass is grass and he's got a lawn mower, you dig?

Today’s supercharged entry is brought to you in association with Stephen Seagal’s Lightning Bolt, 'an energy drink as unique as the man who created it.'

If you thought Esperanto was a silly idea, why not try conversing in a new strange new Eurolanguage supported by this blog? I suggest that we cut the crap and start learning Manadarin.

Following yesterday’s global geography quiz, today’s is for those with the arrogant old-European view that US citizens passportless goons who ‘demonstrate a limited understanding of the world’ – step forward and prove your geographical superiority by naming each of the US’ very own states in 10 minutes. I petered out with 4 to go. Goddam Wisconsin.

New copy of The Idler is out, if you can be bothered.

And finally the story of a $65m pair of pants (or trousers, as we backwards Brits stubbornly insist on calling them). I love the idea that a judge is claiming ‘emotional damage’ of half a mil because his trousers went missing, plus another half mil to cover his own legal expenses. Plus 10 years’ rental car fees because he’s being ‘forced’ to drive to a different store. Send him to the tower, but don't for heaven's sake, lose his trousers.