I think it's the reason everyone knows all the words. It was a #1 hit song, but it didn't become a pop-culture icon until Wayne's World. And it is, objectively, long and weird.

I only know one person who doesn't, but she practically has to do a Google search to sing Happy Birthday.

Given that their world view is based around doing the opposite of what any reliable source of information tells you, the Flatalites strike me as Jill Stein voters.

Do you think Spicer mace sumac-Carthy for her impression of him?

Turns out dickheads are still eating chillies on YouTube. I'm not sure which is more impressive: the utter pointlessness, the brazen lack of originality, or the dogged failure to learn from the mistakes of every other dickhead who ate chillies on YouTube. It's like watching someone step on a rake, then saying "no…

We used to have a teacher whose nickname was Bongo (he'd been called that for years, no-one knew why), and during his lessons the class would play Bongo Cricket. One side of the room got a run every time he said "alright" and the other side got one every time he said "okay." And every kid's pad had a row of inky…

Probably so you can tell whether you've seen this one before. I don't have a problem with it - at least it shows there are some Youtubers who don't assume that everybody's been counting the days since their last upload (and accordingly don't spend the first two minutes of the video talking off-topic about what they've…

Who was it who told Bob Dylan he could play the harmonica, and was he ever properly punished?

They have a habit of reusing actors. Karen Gillan was in that Pompeii episode before she appeared as Amy, and Freema Agyeman appeared on the show as a different character too.

So, like Megyn Kelly, but without the intelligence or dignity? Yeah, I'll buy that.

It's written by "Brian from London." What's weird about that is that it probably makes him at least 50 years old (Brian's a very middle-aged name in the UK these days), yet he's still never even been into a woman's house. Or done laundry, apparently.

I used to work in a hospital which had a gerontologist called Dr Croker and a respiratory physician named Dr Spiro.

Lots of people struggle with the difference between facts and their own opinions. They grasp the basic difference between opinion and fact, but suddenly become blind to perspective when it's their opinion.

If you've never been in a discussion about whether or not the Doctor is a superhero, I'm guessing you weren't a stoner at uni?

I wanted Olivia Colman. (But to be fair, we'll probably get to see her be awesome in something else, so it's kind of a win-win.)

I didn't think he sounded angry, but a lot of people are angry because they've been trying to use fidget toys like this as a coping strategy for years, and have always been told no, you can't, you mustn't, it's inappropriate, and I'm confiscating that. Now people who don't need them at all have decided they're kinda…

Of course, when it's a Republican facing the consequences of his own criminal activities, suddenly the burden of proof changes from "beyond reasonable doubt" to "beyond any imaginable doubt". As long as you can still squeeze your eyes shut and fantasise a world in which Dolt 45 is an honest man, it's fake news and…

He's already provided more evidence than you. Perhaps you're new to debating, but the classic technique of replying to every argument with "How do you know that? Who told you? How do they know? How do you know that they know?", while beloved of 6-year-olds and Trumpkins alike, isn't actually a counterargument.

Given how readily they resort to "I think you'll find it was the Republicans who freed the slaves," the only thing remarkable about that desperate ploy is that it's somewhat accurate.

On the comment boards at HuffPo the current defence is "but Hillary would have been a terrible president anyway." They've got so used to crying "but Hillary…!" as a response to everything, they've even forgotten to accuse her of anything. It's sad seeing someone fall victim to their own emotional crutch.