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I mentioned Ralph bending in my last post, the UK's only stand-up estate agent.

Here is a selection of Greatest Hits.

And this is their rather unorthodox monthly newsletter. Extremely unorthodox, as randomchris has pointed out, in its depiction beneath the houses of a woman ralphin (better than being Ralphed, I suppose). But don't lket that deter you from a publication which manages to use the word "echeesiastical" on a piece about dairy products, and is therefore to be applauded.

I also don't know of any other estate agents' sites where one of the things on offer is a game where you play estate agent Whack-a-Mole.

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Not entirely sure I buy into the overall concept here, but it is pretty:

Sort of "9 Minutes Of The Future" thingy. Bit weird the way the bloke appears to turn into some sort of stalker halfway through though.

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If the zombies do finally take over, do you think Mick Jagger will eke out his last days croaking out "(I Can't Get No) Putrefaction"?

It is a disquieting thought that, in a disaster sufficiently injurious to life, Keith Richards might be humanity's last hope.