I feel like I've just discovered the cure for cancer, thanks to Evy's Dad Ross - we now all have the oppurtunity  to extend the life of our favourite pair of jandals with the use of a simple bread bag tag. Relief.

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It's a classic case of 'reporter getting stuck with all the fluff pieces, craving more important and newsworthy items that he can sink his ambitious teeth in to' and finally he snaps... in a good way. In one beautiful video, he's captured the frustration of so many toiling away doing work they despise.

sidenote: he says the f-word a few times, so don't have it too loud in the office.

Rhythm and Vine's 2011 with Mr Vintage from Good Dear Good on Vimeo.

A staff member at a Bronx ‘Footlocker’ store stumbled across this little cutey out back. It was first thought to be a Gambian pouched rat, and then Master Splinter, but it was later confirmed that it was neither the Gambian nor Splinter – just the Manute Bol of New York rats. Sheeit. But seriously, look at the width on the handle of that spade/hoe thingy – that rat is gigantic.

For reference, and just because they're both cool: Manute Bol and Master Splinter.