tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188021952024-09-07T21:42:27.505+01:00If I hit this with a hammer is it gonna blow?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18802195.post-68548342397891721572010-04-09T11:56:00.002+01:002010-04-09T12:00:54.495+01:00

Returning to an earlier theme of crazed book titles, it's amazing what you can find when you google a couple of random words... like...er... penis. It got me thinking though, who are the people who write these books?  They are so niche, so specific and with a comedy title like this it's almost as if someone did it for a bet.  I have an image of some guy, on the piss with his mates - he

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Anyone noticed that you never see these two in a room together?  Is that just a coincidence?  I doubt it.  Or is it that the BBC is cloning Alan Davies and creating an army of subhuman minions, ready to do their evil deeds?  I always suspected good old Auntie was actually a fascist regime in waiting. This kid is supposed to be just any old kid - a very funny one, admittedly,

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It's true - I can't avoid the fact.  Especially when I post links like this... http://www.jesusdressup.com/starwars (So, so SO bad - I'd say 3 Hail Marys and 2 Our Fathers but I'm not Catholic)

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"Why Was I Adopted?" Carole Livingston book 1978 HC Books for children and young adults. http://tinyurl.com/ybz9ryz .. and because although all the right consitutent parts were there, somehow you came out looking like a pug.  That's why!

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I do.  I really really do.  For one - look at that tache.  That's a man with a purpose.  That's a man who knows who he is.  He's worked damned hard to get where he is and he takes no prisoners.  It's no accident is it? That's hours and hours of grooming, combing and, no doubt, the application of some very heavy duty mustache products.  I want to be him. 

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"Here's the Key to your new formica kitchen dream" There's something going on about faces in this film - we have one particular man with a face that is missing large chunks, the special fx dude obviously enjoying playing with the image of teeth grinding together through the fibrous gap in his cheek.  There's lots of big dark eyes, staring into the distance or spookily

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I now realise that my dad's beard is perfectly normal and I can never call him a weirdo-with-a-beardo ever again.  Ever.  http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/  Check out this dude here: apparantly he is a winner in the 'partial beard freestyle category' and has won them all, except for 2003 when he was on "injured reserve following an unfortunate encounter with a power drill.

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I love the concept of this - the idea that people have sat down, spent years in research, writing, honing and working on not just a work of fiction, but a niche subject so specialist that it might appeal to just one person, perhaps two, or maybe even three at a stretch. Check out this link, it's classic.  I think my personal favourite has to be 'Jewish Chessplayers on Stamps'.  Or is

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Pull a Moonie Ok, it's a bit of a poor pun but after the film I felt I needed a little bit of gratuitous punning, if only to defuse the intense emotion of the film.  It's a shame really, I loved the books - I was desperately waiting for Edward to turn up admittedly once he disappears after the first 20 minutes - but when he does in the film he's just sort of ... wooden.  Many of the

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I came a little late on Monday night to the O2, or the Carling Academy, or to whatever it's now called - I still remember it in my heart as the Roxy Nightclub, where the drinks were cheap and the entertainment even cheaper - so I missed all but the end of the warm-up gig and frankly, I'm glad I did.  The crowd seemed to be enjoying the screeching sonar range of the vocalist,

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I've been playing around a little with some of these posts but I've decided to get rid of all the shite and just put in things I like. So, here's some of my art. Aren't I clever. Har. I took this guy from a page in the Sunday times magazine and loved his face - he reminds me of my Grandfather and just wanted to get my fingers on pencil and paper as soon as possible. How can you not? I love

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