Help Me Flog A Horse Corpse

Hello there, it's Log here. While this is about Regular Features tangentially, and could be a feature, it's predominantly self-interested, so feel free to bin it and get back to your box of red Lindor balls.

I used to keep a website called Law of the Playground, a dictionary of childhood stupidity. It was moderately popular in July 2001, back when people were saying "want to feel old? Macaulay Culkin is now able to apply for an HGV licence!" 

LotP even got turned into a *shrug* watchable enough TV show. If you have a half-faded memory of Justin Lee Collins asking "why did we put the chairs on the tables at the end of the day?!? what was that about!??", then you might also remember saying to yourself "well that was for the cleaners, Justin, everyone knows that. Please cease this wearying charade". Vic Reeves was in it too, which speaks poorly to his agent's prowess.

That was the LotP TV show. I had no real part in it, which is how I discovered what an Executive Producer did. 

WHAT on EARTH is your POINT, I can hear you bellowing into your test tubes. Well, I was wondering how the concept would bear up in these extremely different online times. And I was also wondering if you, our horny readers, would like to share any of your childhood insults, schoolyard anecdotes, and tales of genius, horror, and delight. Why leave your memories inside, when they can be farmed for content?

You can share your story here. If we get a few, it'll be a future feature, so add your name if you want a credit!

http://bit.ly/LotP-Form 

Linkers: you can browse the read-only dictionary at its new home, lawoftheplayground.net. It's going to be a Twitter thing, so you can also follow that over there 

Meanwhile, sorry about the lack of a podcast last week - a conspiracy of factors led us to only have half an episode. But that does mean we've got half an episode floating around somewhere, like a hydrogen-bloated atrocity that's gonna Hindenberg in your ears when you least expect it. We'll be with you soon, you beautiful clown eggs.

Hubba Hubba
Log xxx

Now I'm finished plugging my bullshit, I believe Matt has some military-grade Onion Force Brain Pills that'll boost your performance in the sack race.