Behold the topical stencilling at Wooster. I’ll wager a pound to a penny that this will be coming to a T-shirt near you very soon.

What kind of lunatic opens an unofficial embassy in a country, which, depending on your viewpoint, may or may not exist? Find out more from His Unofficial Excellency Conor Creighton at the official (unofficial?) blog.

My stellar rendition of Papa Was A Rolling Stone at Bearpit karaoke is 100% certain to earn me a record contract. If anyone is out there, hey, I’m all ears (subject to a minimum advance of £1,000,000 and a 10-person entourage).

Due to overwhelming pressure from our tens of millions of loyal readers, commenting has once again been enabled. Go on, don’t be shy, say something inspiring. Or rude, that’d work.

I finally had the privilege of witnessing the legend that is Frank Zander last Saturday before Hertha BSC’s final home match of the season against Schalke 04. The mulleted, moustachioed, über-ginger-wonder lead the crowd in a rousing rendition of Nur Nach Hause.

The Olympiastadion was heaving, easily the busiest I’ve seen it this season during the 9 matches I’ve been to:

Hertha BSC 1-1 Arminia Bielefeld
Hertha BSC 2-2 Wolfsburg
Hertha BSC 2-1 Stuttgart
Hertha BSC 1-0 Hoffenheim
Hertha BSC 2-1 Köln
Hertha BSC 2-1 Frankfurt
Hertha BSC 1-0 Bayer Leverkusen
Hertha BSC 2-0 Bochum
Hertha BSC 0-0 Schalke

That’s 9 of 17 home matches attended – not a bad return given that I live in south east London! Roll on next season where hopefully I can increase that number…

It’s Include’s 3rd birthday today. My nan’s too (she’s 79). Fee free to post us gifts, money, pornography, darts paraphernalia – we’re happy to receive pretty much anything. Don’t post porn to my nan, though, she’s not a fan. She likes biscuits, you see.

The Handlebar Club is for gentleman who boast “a hirsute appendage of the upper lip, with graspable extremities”. Delicious!

Old things. They’re like new things, only better.

Impress your friends with a fully operational, brick-like mobile phone from RetroBrick.com. Their value may well have depreciated a little over the years (from $3,955 in 1983 to just £59 today), and they’re far from pocket-sized, but hey, they’re cooler than an albino in a snow storm.

Well, if they’re good enough for my cousin...

Frederik Peeters’ disturbing “living dead” portraits are guaranteed to amaze and offend in equal measures. His diverse choice of subjects and the sheer quantity of drawings makes his site well worth a visit.

Amateur photographer Charles W. Cushman travelled extensively from 1938 through to the late 60s, taking snapshots wherever he went. His entire collection of photographs has been scanned and put online. There are some real gems in there, especially the pictures taken in London, Paris, Munich, Dublin, Istanbul, New York and Edinburgh.

Click here to see a full list of locations visited by Cushman on his travels.