Forget George Best, Ian Botham, Jocky Wilson etc:
This is the greatest sporting entertainer I’ve ever come across.
Bung his name into YouTube search, sit back and enjoy. Also go here for more info:
http://forums.iransportspress.com/showthread.php?t=7717
If only more sportspersons were like this bloke.
I cannot vouch for the quality of the output of the 1970s US “power-pop combo” featuring Eric Cartman of this name as I’ve never heard anything by them.
The luscious fruit of the same name is another matter.
Drool.
If you’re a lickle creature on Madagascar, best to avoid this character:
S/he’s a fossa and they mean business. Here’s a lowdown:
http://www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/mammals/fossa/Fossa.shtml
More critters coming to a blog near you real soonish.
In conclusion, the last 3 pages of “The boys’ book of ill treating amplifiers”:
How privileged we are to have lived in an age where such wisdom and foresight prevailed in the arts.
Now where’s my fucking CDrs? Eh? Eh?
How to describe this song? Where to begin?
Though many years have elapsed since it burst upon the civilised world, thankfully, via the wonders of post-modern technology we are now able to archive for the benefit of future generations its genesis and development thus:
1. Initial rehearsals and first public performance (complete with critical reaction)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsISf1HW_nU
2. The allegedly obligatory video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8linZiGYSeE
3. The event, complete with the “competition” (snigger) and eventual triumphant performance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HP30TSC2aw0
Of course, we all know what happened in the end; “It’s a terrible story”. But life is seldom fair. Let us remain unsullied by fate and instead gain inspiration from the artists’ visionary zeal and commitment to their art. RIP Len Hoogan and the Hugenotes.
“Hang on, I can get this…”
To better acquaint yourselves with one of the greatest combos of them all (if not the greatest) visit:
http://stabbers.truth.posiweb.net/stabbers/html/discography/singles.htm
in order that you might feast your sorry ears on what remains, sadly, their only known recording.
Then again, should you be of a decidedly audio-visual persuasion, toddle off to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au9_vfx6t6c
“How dull…”
Momentarily letting it slip his mind that I only listen to music made at least 400000000000000000000000000 years ago a young friend recently sent me a copy of this
by them
describing it as “math-rock”.
Now whatever can he have meant by that?
After giving it considerable thought, I concluded that it was so named because
a) it is hard
b) you do it on the bus because you were too busy the night before with one thing and another
c) if you don’t understand it you get a ‘D’ cap on your head and a ruler ‘cross the knuckles.
Having said that, I like it a lot. And when you bear in mind the lad with the guitar on the right is the fruit of the loins of this estimable chap
then it all begins to fall into place.
Cheers Rhods.
…echidna. What a singular creature. This is a short-beaked echidna; for an epic tale of conservation versus gastronomy ref. Attenborough’s (yep, that Attenborough) long-beaked echidna, go here:
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/07/070718-echidna.html
On balance, I’m in favour of this product.
Not the other sorts, just this one.
I visited a takeaway shake place in Oxford the other day called, um, er, “Shakeaway” – they did a Toblerone milkshake, amongst many others. I was mildly impressed but on reflection I’ll stick to solids. They’re worth a visit, though, should you ever find yourself in Oxford. Whither a Parma Violets shake?
Don’t question me for “further information”. Just trust me and investigate this lot
and especially this one:
Groovy fuckers will not be disappointed. Others might.
I’ve said my bit, now I’m off to see me mum.
