Google blokepiece

[MartyNeilan]

Google blokepiece
(no quotes, no punctuation, no spaces, nothing else)
And read the Google preview for the third entry! (right after the two TubeNet ones)

[MartyNeilan]

Definitely work safe; I wouldn't post otherwise.
As far as the second part, that is up to the interpretation of the reader...

[The Big Ben]

Google blokepiece
(no quotes, no punctuation, no spaces, nothing else)
And read the Google preview for the third entry! (right after the two TubeNet ones)

Nothing really ofensive. Actually, the man's rant was rather Blokelike.

[ken k]

pretty funny!

(BTW, I am number 6 on the list! Woo Hoo!)
k

[dtemp]

Ah b3ta, the maker of the famed "Name that Beard" game.

http://www2.b3ta.com/namethatbeard/

[MartyNeilan]

And, finally, for those of you who were too chicken to actually search it yourself...
Google quoted

One bloke's piece involved him stripping down to his boxers and running repeatedly into a bare white wall until he started bleeding and bits of spit, mucus, ...

and the entire section from the original website:

Pure Art Degree Final Year Project
I went to the Southampton Institue of Slackers and Thickos in the early 90's (now called Solent Uni or something)
Anyway I was fairly friendly with this arty chap who was from the same home town as me. It turned out that this was the only thing we had in common. I went along to the exhibition of his final year project for fine art.... amongst all the strange sculptures that included lolly sticks and star wars figures there was some "live art"
One bloke's piece involved him stripping down to his boxers and running repeatedly into a bare white wall until he started bleeding and bits of spit, mucus, blood and other body parts were smeared on the wall - then he preceeded to varnish over the wall. I can't quite remember what all that signified. Anyway, the chap I knew had previously had some kind of eating disorder in the past and his piece was all about that. It involved him eating a whole kilo of caster sugar with a spoon while dressed in a pre-teen girl's nighty and vomitting the sweet slurry back into a bucket....that's it. When asked afterwards what I thought, I feigned admiration, made my excuses and left. I didn't fancy staying and seeing the results of the usual hors-d'oeurve and champagne offered at such events