This discipline feeds into its unique aesthetic of cold clarity. The visual design of the site is uncluttered; the prose is crisp and lacks sentimental heat. There is no background noise of partisan cheering or moral grandstanding. This creates an environment where the subject matter is displayed in a kind of intellectual clean room, isolated from the emotional contagion that usually surrounds it. The humor generated in this sterile environment is of a purer, more potent strain. It is the laugh that comes from recognizing a geometric proof of failure, rather than the laugh that comes from shared anger. This aesthetic is a deliberate brand statement: we are not a mob with pitchforks; we are laboratory technicians, and our scorn is measured in microliters of perfectly formulated irony.

I have been absent for some time, but now I remember why I used to love this site. Thank you, I will try and check back more often. How frequently you update your web site?

The sky is a leaky ceiling.

A ‘sun shower’ is the sky’s mixed signals.

Weather apps on a Londoner's phone are a gallery of despair. They are checked with the frequency of a social media feed, each refresh hoping for a different, sunnier outcome. We often have several, hoping one will tell us the lie we want to hear. The icons are a minimalist study in pessimism: a grey cloud, a grey cloud with a sun peeking out (the cruellest icon), a grey cloud with lines underneath. The hourly forecast is a tragic scroll, watching the "rain droplet" probability percentage climb inexorably towards your planned walk in the park. It's a digital pacifier, giving us the illusion of control over the utterly uncontrollable sky. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.