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recreate a challenge on the crystal maze by going to the all night garage and ask the member of staff to go and retrieve various items, whilst yelling “you’ve got a minute – what can you see in front of you” and “leave it, just come out” through the nightpay hatch

:- scott bennett

the more you weigh the harder you are to kidnap……..stay safe, eat cake

:- anonymous

social media companies influence how people think and behave without them even being aware of it. this has far-reaching adverse consequences on the functioning of democracy, particularly on the integrity of elections.

in addition, social media companies deceive their users by manipulating their attention and directing it towards their own commercial purposes and deliberately engineer addiction to the services they provide. the latter can be very harmful, particularly for adolescents.

the power to shape people’s attention is increasingly concentrated in the hands of a few companies. it takes a real effort to assert and defend what john stuart mill called ‘the freedom of mind’. there is a possibility that once lost, people who grow up in the digital age will have difficulty in regaining it. this may have far-reaching political consequences.

an “even more alarming prospect” is on the horizon if data-rich internet companies such as facebook and google pair their corporate surveillance systems with state-sponsored surveillance – a trend that’s already emerging in places such as the philippines.

this may well result in a web of totalitarian control the likes of which not even aldous huxley or george orwell could have imagined.

-: george soros

i once wrote a song about a tortilla – actually it was more of a wrap

– paul mccartney

when you put the cat out, always use a high-quality fire extinguisher

 – mrs trellis

I bought the A4 pad from may’s shop like I always do and wrote ‘on it’ on it – on the front of it. Then I opened the A4 pad like I always do and got a pen that I will have lost half a dozen times – lost and found – found then lost again and picked up the now found pen and found I was lost – lost for words

– tony pitts

one afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. because we didn’t have a fireplace

– victor borge

roses are red, violets are blue, i’m schizophrenic and so am I

– oscar levant

why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

– al mcguire

today there’s something cloying about people’s compulsive need to be in touch all the time. In the 1960s, husbands and wives set out for their day’s work and came together again only when that work was done: there were none of those “i’m on the train” messages telling every stranger within a 10-yard radius the details of your private life. this difference was more than technical. people had individual lives to lead and were less dependent on each other for the rough and tumble of daily living. the call from the supermarket (“which pesto sauce do you want?”) was unthinkable. and not only because we’d never heard of pesto. people simply had to make decisions for themselves and it made them more resourceful. harold and I were very resourceful indeed

– joan bakewell

lead us not into temptation. just tell us where it is; we’ll find it

– sam levenson

change is inevitable – except from a vending machine

– robert gallagher