Thursday 9th July 2009
»Babes of the BNP | Viceland.com
Must-read.
The bit that filled me with the most immediate incredulity was this bit:
Nelson Mandela – hero or villain?
Villain.
»Coronation Street Time changes - ITV Soaps
There’s a small change for Corrie as the half-an-hour episode at 7.30pm on Wednesdays will move to 8.30pm on Thursdays.
So the schedule will be as follows:
Coronation Street
Mondays - 7.30pm and 8.30pm (30 mins)
Thursdays - 8.30pm (30 mins)
Fridays - 7.30pm and 8.30pm (30 mins)An ITV spokesman said: “Coronation Street will make a move from Wednesday to Thursday nights on ITV1 from July 23 as part of a change to the schedule to reflect ITV’s contracts for the Champions League, FA Cup and England internationals, which will see ITV1’s live football broadcast on Wednesday evenings.
So now I have to go two consecutive week nights without Coronation Street?
Fuck you football. Fuck you in your stupid TV schedule ruining ass.
The RHS asked visitors at Chelsea flower show to donate unwanted underwear for this display of how to grow fruit and veg in hanging bra-skets and plants-pants.
Photo by Nils Jorgensen via the Guardian.
My, those Y-fronts are certainly bulging. What a shame they’re soiled.
SPIKE: Ciao.
DRUSILLA: Ciao.
SPIKE: Ciao.
I like the cover of Vintage’s 2007 edition of Yevgeny Zamyatin’s We.
Kurt Vonnegut said of writing Player Piano: “I cheerfully ripped off the plot of Brave New World, whose plot had been cheerfully ripped off from Eugene Zamiatin’s We.”
Though Aldous Huxley said he wrote Brave New World before he ever read We, translator Nathasha Randall said in an interview with WNYC that George Orwell thought Huxley was lying. Orwell began writing Nineteen Eighty-Four eight months after reading We.
Though mostly written in Petrograd in 1921, much of the basis for the novel was present in his novella, Islanders, which Zamyatin started writing in Newcastle upon Tyne in 1916. We wasn’t published in Russia until 1989.
(via gillianam)
This is the view overlooking Rivelin Valley in Sheffield. I often like to sit up there, take it all in, and have a bit of a think.
And perhaps a wank if no one’s about.
Not really.
Riz MC - Sour Times (via Pickled Politics)
Remember when popular music dared to pass comment on politics and social issues? I mean, I don’t, I hadn’t been born yet, but I can be vicariously nostalgic about protest songs and music with at least some semblance of social commentary and some depth of lyrical content that goes deeper than ‘Boom Boom Pow’ and ‘Hush Hush Hush Hush’ (to glance at the singles charts). Though there’s an infinite wealth of excellent music out there, some of which has things to say about the society in which we live, the music that enters the zeitgeist has long since been reduced to hollow echoes by the same vapid, dollar-eyed commercialism that has suits bitching and moaning about people using technology to take back the music for themselves again (or just not pay for that weak-ass shit, depending on how you look at it). So when you actually do hear contemporary music that contains some socio-political commentary, it’s like a glimpse of what popular music could be like if it stopped being an industry first and returned to being foremost an art form. Perhaps then consumers might stop consuming and start listening again.
Nice to see you about, crowth, I've actually missed you.
I need to get out more.
Aw, thanks Mabes. That warms me cockles that does.
My Dad keeps calling ‘incense’ ‘incest’ by mistake, me and my brother both had incense sticks burning last night and he shouted (no lie) up the staircase;
‘Be careful with the incest!’
A worrying moment for me and my brother. Seriously. What Dad?
Wednesday 8th July 2009
I follwed Robert Fisk’s recommendation (via errorgorilla) of Haaretz reporters Gideon Levy and Amira Hass, whose writing on the human rights abuses and war crimes of Israeli troops is indeed remarkably forthright, especially when contrasted with the likes of the BBC. And that’s just the first paragraph of Levy’s latest article.
I just came across the website nicecupofteaandasitdown.com. It’s ace. They have a section called Biscuit of the Week. They reviewed the Wagon Wheel:
Wagon Wheels, another biscuit based wonder from that unique biscuit maker Burtons.
Wagon wheels create an instant sense of nostalgia, and yearning for days gone by, in all seasoned biscuit fans, due to the fact that they used to be bigger, much bigger, and thicker. The reduction in size of the Wagon wheel maybe due to our childhood memories recalling a biscuit that was relatively larger compared to us. However, this phenomena does not occur with other large diameter biscuits such as the digestive, so we are left to wonder at the reasons for a mysterious plot to reduce their size. They also used to come in boxes of four with a brown plastic tray thing keeping them in order.
There is much to commend the Wagon Wheel, and even its weaknesses endear it to us, like an old well loved pet dog who whose gone all mental and chases cars, dispite being run over from time to time, I expect. For instance its chocolate flavoured coating, now what’s that all about? It gives Wagon Wheels a strange grey vinyl silk sheen, and forms a tortured mass of ripplely bumps on the surface, almost like its not meant to be there at all and has managed to adhere to the surface despite the odds. As for what it tastes like compared to chocolate, who knows? there isn’t enough of it to make an informed opinion.
Now on the marshmallow center, what do we know of that? Well it is believed to contain the Wagon Wheels small quantity of gelatin, a useful fact if you want to ward off any vegetarians who are making advances to your biscuits. Other than that it would seem that its main role is to provide an interesting structural layer, allowing both biscuit layers a degree of independent horizontal movement once the flimsy chocolate seal has been compromised. As for what it tastes like again, I doubt if any body knows for sure.
And finally the two biscuit layers themselves. Well your guess is as good as mine, as to what is happening there. They seem to be a bit like an ultra thin shortcake biscuit that has gone stale. Maybe.
However, put all of these odd things together, as Burton’s have, and you get the compelling whole that is the Wagon Wheel. Apparently according to the pack this is “A taste for adventure”.
Regular guest biscuit reviewer Phil has also reviewed the Wagon Wheel so go check it out if you want a second opinion
I don’t think I need a second opinion. That is surely as comprehensive a review of the Wagon Wheel as anyone would ever need.
It’s been a while since I had a giggle at my site’s search term stats. Unsavoury highlights in no particular order, with comments :
- cock like a cream egg - In the sense that it’s full of cream, or in the sense that it’s oviform?
- i dont like cum in my vagina - Well… there are alternatives.
- i force my vagina on his face - I’m sure his face appreciates it.
- my vagina smells like shit - Perhaps his face doesn’t appreciate it after all.
- sasquatch on facebook - Being as sasquatch likes to keep a low profile, I’m guessing he doesn’t much care for online oversharing. ‘Tried to steal food from picnickers. Some dude had a camera. Ate him. Douche called me ‘Yogi’ - had it coming’… ‘Some total dick said I had big feet today. Comfort ate Ben and Jerry’s. Sobbed into it when I realised it was Chunky Monkey’… ‘Got my bits waxed today. Now you can see my sascrotch’.
- squatch of yer fanny - I had to google this. I think ‘squatch’ means ‘a go’. So, ‘give me a go on your fanny’. Be careful what you wish for boys…
- sweaty smelly vagina - But at least it doesn’t smell like shit.
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jamie bamber’s cock - I’m sure it’s not in the least bit oviform.
(via NPR: Ernesto Bazan’s Vision of Cuba)
A cigar factory worker begins her shift by rolling a cigar in 1997.
I guess every job has its perks. Though if you started every working day with a big fat bifter like that I suspect there might be a marginally increased risk of contracting cancer of the everything.
Tuesday 7th July 2009
bingoparaphernalia:rispostesenzadomanda:theslyestfox:
my dashboard is all up ons the visual puns today!
On closer inspection these cats look more like Jaguar and Jaguaww.
TYRONE: I like the one with three colours, with the stripes going all the way through it.
MOLLY: Neapolitan.
TYRONE: Yeah. Strawberry, chocolate and vanilla. (BEAT) How do you think they make that with all the colours going in a straight line?
MOLLY: I don’t know. Can’t be that tricky though, can it? We put a man on the moon.
TYRONE: Or did we?
MOLLY? Oh, don’t start that again.
TYRONE: No, I seen that TV program.
MOLLY: Yes, babe, I know you did.
TYRONE: Yeah, and even if they could put that much lead through the Van Halen belt, a bloke could never have took a picture on the moon because-
BOTH: -the film would have frozen in those temperatures.
TYRONE: Yeah, well it’s true.
MOLLY: I know.
TYRONE: And I like butterscotch, tootie fruitie, raspberry ripple and lemon sorbet. Although lemon sorbet’s not an ice cream though, is it? It’s a sorbet. (BEAT) What exactly is a sorbet?
MOLLY: (SIGHS) I don’t know.
Tyrone’s conversational inclinations are disconcertingly familiar to me.
