ILMC Scrapbook

From its oddball themes, to the stunts and games it's renowned for, ILMC never takes itself too seriously and thrives on the odd bit of silliness, or sometimes a silly bit of oddness. This scrapbook page is a small space to gather some of our random thoughts, jokes and memories...
 



I fainted in the curry house when I heard REM had split up.
That's me in the korma.



What does Morrissey like on his toast? I don't know, but Johnny Marr might.





A man in a hot air balloon realizes he is lost. He lowers his altitude and spots a man fishing from a boat below. He shouts to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am." The man consults his portable GPS and replies, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.
 
He rolls his eyes and says, "You must be a Production Manager!" 
"I am," replies the man. "How did you know?"
"Well," answers the balloonist, "everything you tell me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you're not much help to me."
 
The man smiles and responds, "You must be a Creative Director."
"I am," replies the balloonist. "How did you know?"
"Well," says the man, "You don't know where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and now you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it's my fucking fault."