Volume 2 includes how to surf a 100 foot wave, 3,700 shopping lists of strangers, Johnny Express, the illustrated maps of Elly Walton, a world map shower curtain, the Settebello ETR 300 Italian designer train from the 1950s and the G-Pod Dwell.
It was during the frankly disastrous 1936 World Fair in Ljubljana that Cartwright P. Moocjheenie Senior (lover, philanthropist) unveiled the world's first city in miniature.
It was never his intention.
So elaborate was Moocjheenie's planning for a scheduled 1935 hit on the dastardly Baron Von Haystack, that the papier-mâché model he constructed to demonstrate his escape route to his MI6 superiors, grew from featuring Von Haystack's hilltop chateau, to take in the city of Gobblewurst including the local school, church, train station, bar, bakery and brothel.
Ever wondered how astronauts on the International Space Station go to the toilet? It involves suction. Where they sleep? In a tethered sleeping bag. Or how they keep their hair in check? They don't.
Join departing commander, Sunita Williams of NASA as she floats here and there answering all those questions and more, in a fascinating, unscripted video tour of the International Space Station.
It's a little known fact that the word Parkour comes from the French and translated literally means, "lover's escape".
The term was first coined back in 1927 after an episode in Paris' 7th Arrondissement - not far from the Hôtel des Invalides and a mere clove's throw from the southern banks of the Seine - where Cartwright P. Moocjheenie (lover, philanthropist) was caught four stories up, with his pants down.
I remember my first taste of Red Bull. It was the mid-nineties, I was hanging out in a bean-bag bar on Khao San Road in Bangkok watching a dodgy copy of Beverly Hills Cop III, with a bunch of happy Brits and a hippy Dane by the name of Munz. Munz had a massive head.
Munz offered me what looked like a medicine bottle with a little Thai script and a couple of bulls in profile, on the label.
Type the term, "baby jumping" into youtube and you'll get a pleasant, inevitable mix of toddlers bouncing in harnesses or toppling into swimming pools. It's all pretty tame stuff until you get to an entry about half way down the first page where things take a bit of a turn to the dark side.
It's there you'll find a video from Lonely Planet photographer, Dominic Bonuccelli that takes a closer look at the Spanish festival of El Colacho, known in English as the Baby Jumping Festival.
I love to watch good skateboarding but it seems like such a hard sport, not just to master but to attain any sort of level of above-averageness.
Now you might be asking yourself, "what the freak do you know about skateboarding fat-boy?", before making some wicked sort-of-sideways gesture with your hand and adding, "skate or die!"
To which my answer would have to be, "Not a lot. I guess I'll have to take death."
Photo courtesy of CassandraW1.
There are some fascinating traditional festivals that take place around the globe every month but probably none more bloody (and few more colourful) than the Andean festival of Tinku.
Each May, thousands of indigenous Bolivian indians ascend upon the isolated, mountainous city of Potosi looking to pick a fight.
In a ritual dating back 600 years, local indians slug it out, toe-to-toe until blood is spilt. The spilt blood - an offering to the earth goddess Pachamama - should ensure a successful harvest for the coming season.
Done well, street photography can be a pretty confronting business. For most photographers there's a line that's difficult to cross when it comes to a poking a camera lens in where it's clearly not wanted. But for those who deliver some of street photography's most iconic imagery, that line's location is blurry at best; non-existent for some.