Ok, first apologies as I know I've been a bit slack with keeping this fresh n up to date lately.
So before we board the Titanic in search of an iceberg and look forward to the overly rigourous frisking on Ellis Island prior to touching doen in Manhattan thought we have one last post from Paris Garden.
Very sadly a couple of weeks ago Oliver Postgate snuffed it...most of you are probably way to young to remember the clangers...from a bygone, non-reality era when TV mattered! As a lad born and raised on this I've included a clip so you can all see what you were missing...the clangers themselves, the music trees (genius!) and the soup dragon which doesn't feature in this clip but had his name ripped off by a wannbe band! Fashionistas as you watch this take note - the all in one knitted look is set for a comeback...mark my words:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=HArUmqqiL0s
On to more interesting stuff...three of a kind....
My favourite Guinness commercial of all time is the dominoes ad - pure genius...there's a line in there somewhere (hoovers out there - NO! not that kind of line!). Well MuMu shared a great viral rip off for Pot Noodle ...which given the limited bandwidth of my imagination is currently my favourite viral of all time. And then just when I thought I was dominoed out I came across another variation on the theme....in the last one what really worries me is the amount of stockpiling of soap, washing powder etc etc that this geezer has done...not sure about restless legs...i think the bigger problem might be bunker mentality setting in!
Anyway - enjoy all three. From next year...in an Alistair Cook kind of way my letters will be coming from America!
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=IYL5ws18VZ8
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ETL8YbX5upg
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ej-CqV3oBi8
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Thursday, 27 November 2008
So good you couldn't make it up!
First, apologies for last post's spelling mistake and the use of the c-word. To be fair, in the case of the c-word I was referring to myself...so I'm the only one who should be offended...and I offend myself frequently but not as frequently as i embarrass myself!
For as long as i can remember local newspapers, once in a while, have published something which has ended up much funnier than originally intended. The Yorkshire Post used to run a celebrity anagram competition...one week the anagram was "I'm in a crate"...the answer was the Northern comedienne, Marti Caine...the anagram, of course ran the week after she died! Similarly the Bath Evening Chronicle once published a story about a local lad who'd been killed clearing landmines in Angola...it then went on to say "his parents were flying to Angola to retrace his last steps".
The London edition of Metro yesterday published a story, which while not quite in the same league, tickled me all the same under the headline "Fake penis pair to be banged up for 8 years"...this in itself is open to interpretation. The story went on to talk about a couple of California-based businessmen who designed the 'Whizzinator' which is basically a fake penis (complete with heating element and fake urine) designed to help people fake their way through drug tests...it went on to point out that actor tom SIZEMORE had been caught with one. You'd have thought with his surname he might have seen that coming (no pun intended!).
Anyway, totally unrelated it occurred to me today that comedy is indeed the new Nostra Damus. First this clip from the once legendary Ali G on the subject of feminism...spot the reference to the possibility of woman becoming president of the United States one day...close but no cigar!...and then bear in mind that this was filmed while Hilary was still at home doing the dishes and Bill had Monica's head wedged somewhere Hilary wouldn't have approved of. (sensitive viewers notice how i avoided say Monica was giving Bill a blowie!)
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=oftOCN1jkNo
Slightly more recent and slightly more pertinent, Little Britain's Carol Beard limbering up to take Henry Paulson's role and hot on the heels of Citi's bailout getting ready to tell the CEO of every other bank that the cupboard's now bare.
Joking apart this is probably how it happens and how Richard Fuld learned that Lehman Brothers would be no more!
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAibOQchD0
For as long as i can remember local newspapers, once in a while, have published something which has ended up much funnier than originally intended. The Yorkshire Post used to run a celebrity anagram competition...one week the anagram was "I'm in a crate"...the answer was the Northern comedienne, Marti Caine...the anagram, of course ran the week after she died! Similarly the Bath Evening Chronicle once published a story about a local lad who'd been killed clearing landmines in Angola...it then went on to say "his parents were flying to Angola to retrace his last steps".
The London edition of Metro yesterday published a story, which while not quite in the same league, tickled me all the same under the headline "Fake penis pair to be banged up for 8 years"...this in itself is open to interpretation. The story went on to talk about a couple of California-based businessmen who designed the 'Whizzinator' which is basically a fake penis (complete with heating element and fake urine) designed to help people fake their way through drug tests...it went on to point out that actor tom SIZEMORE had been caught with one. You'd have thought with his surname he might have seen that coming (no pun intended!).
Anyway, totally unrelated it occurred to me today that comedy is indeed the new Nostra Damus. First this clip from the once legendary Ali G on the subject of feminism...spot the reference to the possibility of woman becoming president of the United States one day...close but no cigar!...and then bear in mind that this was filmed while Hilary was still at home doing the dishes and Bill had Monica's head wedged somewhere Hilary wouldn't have approved of. (sensitive viewers notice how i avoided say Monica was giving Bill a blowie!)
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=oftOCN1jkNo
Slightly more recent and slightly more pertinent, Little Britain's Carol Beard limbering up to take Henry Paulson's role and hot on the heels of Citi's bailout getting ready to tell the CEO of every other bank that the cupboard's now bare.
Joking apart this is probably how it happens and how Richard Fuld learned that Lehman Brothers would be no more!
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAibOQchD0
Monday, 24 November 2008
Now that's what i call school disco!
You go through life remining yourself how young and maybe how virile you are (ladies!).
Neither of the above are helped by a son who's almost 12 and therefore a tiny tiny bit more than a year away from being a teenager...which is basically a re-enactment of the terrible twos only vertically (-ish sometimes) rather than horizontally!
I have a son of about that certain age and its like having the antithesis of the Dorien Gray portrait in the attic! As a man resolute on living life backwards and getting younger by the day, I find the opposite happening...I really am turning into a grumpy old cunt!
Picture the scene, friday night picking the lad up from a school disco he'd been invited to by a girl (go on, get in my son!!!!). I park up, text him, his phone's switched off so i wait...well actually I walked outside the school gate smoked a cigarette and then went back to wait...i'm only human and it clearly said you can't smoke on the school premises...besides, I'm way to old for detentions! Anyway I went back and waited a bit longer with the sounds of the school disco ambling through the night.
And then it occurred to me...that unless you were born when Dickens was a lad, that school disco hasn't changed! they really do play the same songs! So tonight, mid-work and over dinner and a bottle of wine (red of course!) Mumu and me (try saying that when you're pissed) set about drafting an initial school disco top 10....this is gonna generate so much comment (well maybe more than 2 at least!)
Here goes (and in no particular order mixing mainly dance-like-a-flyd tracks with slower, "come to me" numbers:
1. Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen!
2. A-Ha - Take on Me
3. Lionel Ritchie - Hello
4. Madonna - Crazy For You
5. Bryan Adams - Summer of 69
6. Olivia Newton-John & John Travolta - You're the one that I want
7. Spandau Ballet - Gold
8. Duran Duran - Rio
9. Adam and the Ants - Stand and deliver
10. Tears for Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world
Anyway, eventually he came out (no not in that way!) saying he'd had a good time...on the drive home it transpired he'd had a slow dance...at least that's what he described and when pushed admitted to having a snog too - when asked how this was he said "yeah it was ok!"...never, never, never lose the naivity of youth. He's not quite a dawg...really still just a puppy...in love!
And on that note....
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=U7lMhuIsfh4
Loving this blogging lark!
Neither of the above are helped by a son who's almost 12 and therefore a tiny tiny bit more than a year away from being a teenager...which is basically a re-enactment of the terrible twos only vertically (-ish sometimes) rather than horizontally!
I have a son of about that certain age and its like having the antithesis of the Dorien Gray portrait in the attic! As a man resolute on living life backwards and getting younger by the day, I find the opposite happening...I really am turning into a grumpy old cunt!
Picture the scene, friday night picking the lad up from a school disco he'd been invited to by a girl (go on, get in my son!!!!). I park up, text him, his phone's switched off so i wait...well actually I walked outside the school gate smoked a cigarette and then went back to wait...i'm only human and it clearly said you can't smoke on the school premises...besides, I'm way to old for detentions! Anyway I went back and waited a bit longer with the sounds of the school disco ambling through the night.
And then it occurred to me...that unless you were born when Dickens was a lad, that school disco hasn't changed! they really do play the same songs! So tonight, mid-work and over dinner and a bottle of wine (red of course!) Mumu and me (try saying that when you're pissed) set about drafting an initial school disco top 10....this is gonna generate so much comment (well maybe more than 2 at least!)
Here goes (and in no particular order mixing mainly dance-like-a-flyd tracks with slower, "come to me" numbers:
1. Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen!
2. A-Ha - Take on Me
3. Lionel Ritchie - Hello
4. Madonna - Crazy For You
5. Bryan Adams - Summer of 69
6. Olivia Newton-John & John Travolta - You're the one that I want
7. Spandau Ballet - Gold
8. Duran Duran - Rio
9. Adam and the Ants - Stand and deliver
10. Tears for Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world
Anyway, eventually he came out (no not in that way!) saying he'd had a good time...on the drive home it transpired he'd had a slow dance...at least that's what he described and when pushed admitted to having a snog too - when asked how this was he said "yeah it was ok!"...never, never, never lose the naivity of youth. He's not quite a dawg...really still just a puppy...in love!
And on that note....
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=U7lMhuIsfh4
Loving this blogging lark!
Friday, 21 November 2008
Moths...isn't it...
Today's small room thought (L doesn't like the word toilet...):
Having had three rather nice suits munched by moths, i started wondering...they were all really nice suits but i did notice that the better suits (Alexander McQueen) especially got more scoffed by the small-winged little buggers than the not-quite-so good ones. Maybe our little fluttering foes are better judges of designer lables than we are? With enough moth victims and subsequent data we could start the alternative designer label appreciation index (The Moth-dex?).
All views greatly appreciated...though like Ringo Starr I can't guarantee to answer all but unlike Ringo Starr I won't be chucking your contributions away!
By the way...this is what moth damage looks like....
http://www.arrestapestgidding.co.uk/pest_control/clothes_moths.html
see ya!
Having had three rather nice suits munched by moths, i started wondering...they were all really nice suits but i did notice that the better suits (Alexander McQueen) especially got more scoffed by the small-winged little buggers than the not-quite-so good ones. Maybe our little fluttering foes are better judges of designer lables than we are? With enough moth victims and subsequent data we could start the alternative designer label appreciation index (The Moth-dex?).
All views greatly appreciated...though like Ringo Starr I can't guarantee to answer all but unlike Ringo Starr I won't be chucking your contributions away!
By the way...this is what moth damage looks like....
http://www.arrestapestgidding.co.uk/pest_control/clothes_moths.html
see ya!
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