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Saturday, September 30, 2006

The product of seven cans of Red Bull

It's 3am and I've just got home from work but I'm still buzzing, so what better way to wind down than by submitting you all to my ramblings?

I've been thinking of ways to get my revenge on dear Chez for the flagrant misuse of the apostrophe. It actually causes me physical pain to look at it, but I can't work out how to change it. Bastard.

I was thinking of posting some embarrassing photograph, perhaps from his childhood, but then I was assured by his father that no photograph in the world could embarrass Chez. After all, we are talking about a man who has a picture of himself in full Rocky Horror regalia - stockings, suspenders, red panties, the works - and he's proud of it. And we won't go into the Miss World costume. People, we are dealing with a sick mind.

It might be rather more effective, in fact, if I were to exploit my newly-instated powers and turn the website pink. I could have lovely tinkly music playing, hundreds of irritating and bandwidth-guzzling animated gifs, and I could discuss feminist issues and all things menstrual. Do you think a little manic laughter would be appropriate here? I do.

Now that's done with, I suppose I'd better talk about something with a little more substance than mere family politics. I'm a masochist, in that I voluntarily give up my spare time to work with 30 of Satan's spawn, also known as Brownies. And I was informed today in my oh-so-riveting monthly Guiding publication that the last line of the infamous Everywhere We Go song (you must remember the one if you were ever involved in the movement) - "And if you can't hear us, you must be deaf," usually 'sung' at a volume approximately fifty decibels above the volume needed to make eyeballs bleed, is to be changed as it is offensive to deaf people. I can't even begin to comment on this travesty. Will the last person to leave Britain please turn out the lights?

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Hah! I've got the power!

Well, this is my first post as blogsitter for the criminally-named Smell's Like White Spirit. I shall take care of it in the proper fashion expected of blogsitters; that is to say, I'll raid the fridge, use the phone to call all my friends in Tokyo and spend all night watching movies on Sky Box Office.

I'll try to keep it in the spirit of Chez (pun very much intended, but just not very good) where possible, but it's not easy. His shoes are very difficult to fill, mainly because they're about twice my size and I wouldn't be seen dead in them anyway. I tried to get into his mindset (a scary thought) by reviving my German, but all I could remember from GCSE was, "Meine Tante hat Durchfall," and I really don't think she'd thank me for telling you that.

That's all for today, folks, and let me leave you with an important piece of advice: don't drink water. Fish have sex in it.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Due to Popular Demand...

Little Zoe in Chav-hunting regalia.











If Little Zoe is up for it, she will be taking over the reins until I return. I have emailed her my passwords... And in anticipation of a surge in grammar Nazism, I've also slightly changed the name of the blog, just to irritate her (and Shit Sandwich) until I get back.

So Little Zoe, you're in the big time now... A blog worth nearly $4,000... Treat her kindly and she will love you for it. You know, writing a blog is like making love to a beautiful woman... You turn her on... You put your log in... And think about what angle you're going to use...

Sorry, I appear to have turned into Swiss Toni. I clearly need this holiday.

"Making a cup of coffee is like making love to a beautiful woman. It's got to be hot. You've got to take your time. You've got to stir... gently and firmly. You've got to grind your beans until they squeak. And then you put in the milk."

Monday, September 25, 2006

Holiday!!

This is where I'm going on holiday. There are turtles too, although sadly none of them are of the teenage mutant ninja variety.




Oh yes, dear reader, it is with a certain degree of excitement that I write to say I will be going on holiday on Wednesday, not to return until late the following Thursday. So it may well be a whole 9 days until you get your next fix of White Spirit.

I know it's going to be hard for you. I hide heroin in the metatags, so there will be a certain amount of cold turkey for you all until I return. And as much as I'd love to spend all my week at an internet cafe writing the blog, I don't think I will. Unless something really cool happens. Or I get bored. Or it rains.

So... Based on the roaring success of Technical Monkey's guest editor spot at the Shit Sandwich, does anyone feel up to the challenge? Would YOU like the chance to take over the reins of Smells Like White Spirit while I'm away...?

Have you ever read a blog and thought 'That's rubbish. I could do much better'. Have you ever contemplated world domination, but don't know where to start? Or have you simply got way too much free time and / or a rather inflated opinion of your own self worth?

Whatever (and I don't mean that in a chav-esque manner) Chez Guevara needs you...

If you're interested, email me at AnythingyoucandoIcandobetter@chezguevara.com. Mark your email "Yes. Oh yes. This is my destiny, what I've waited my whole life for" and make sure you write before Wednesday lunch time.

How much is that Bloggie in the Window?


My blog is worth $3,951.78.
How much is your blog worth?


If anyone would like to buy White Spirit for 4 grand, please get in touch. One careful owner. Plenty of mileage left in it. Find out how much your blog is worth...

Friday, September 22, 2006

Fancy Dress for Dogs




It's all kicking off in Blackpool...

Very bizarre story today about a guy who was trying to commit suicide by jumping off Blackpool Pier. I don't know why he was, but can you imagine... It's all got too much for you. You're at your wits end. You see there is no other way to go, you really feel that it just can't get any worse... And then your rescuers arrive, and it's Lionel Blair and Alan Carr.











How would you react like that? It would either be enough to make you jump or just so surreal that it would perhaps wake you up to what the hell you are doing. Just goes to show that sometimes guardian angels come in the strangest forms.

My favourite quote from this story...

'He just kept saying he wanted to end it all,' said Blair. Then someone said it was Lionel Blair from TV and he did a double take.

And then in a separate incident, a man threatened to jump off a shop roof after arming himself with a vacuum cleaner. Police negotiators were drafted in to talk him down as he threatened to harm himself on top of the Bananarama fruit and vegetable store. After a few hours, he surrendered the vacuum cleaner but still refused to come down. Finally after 3 hours, Police talked him down.

No wonder it's the UK's top holiday destination. It's rock n roll from noon til night.

Bit less Martial, bit more Arts...

Went to my first ever Tai Chi class yesterday. I've been thinking about learning tai chi for years. But every time I've signed up for a class, it's always either been cancelled or I haven't been able to make it... I must have tried at least 6 times.

And I was quite surprised at how hard it is. I don't know why, I just assumed I'd pick it up really easily. But it's actually a lot harder than it looks. Although I did get the mild giggles halfway through when we were doing a couple of forms and I suddenly felt like we were doing a Peter Crouch-style robot dance. Try explaining that to the rather serious (but very nice) teacher.

But I've signed up for the course and I'm looking forward to it. I've always fancied a bit of martial arts. Not that I can see this being much good in a fight... Although I've never actually ever had a fight and hopefully never will. But I don't think slow motion waving of the arms will do me much good on Union Street on a Saturday night.

Get Well Soon, Hamster...

Q. What do elton john and richard hammond have in common?
A. Both have skid marks on their helmets.

Bad taste, but one I think he'd laugh at.

I really, really hope that Wee Richard Hammond is alright. I like him a lot. At least he's out of intensive care - it remains to be seen whether he will make a full recovery. I really hope that he does. Top Gear will not be the same without him. Anyone know if he actually got the record?

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Friends Lost...

Writing about my experience with Bipolar Girl in the last post (which sounds like a kind of very dodgy anti-Superhero) reminded me of just how many friends I lost as a result of that relationship. It really was a 24-hour job keeping her in one piece and, well, sane that I was simply unable to keep in touch with my friends anymore.

And I miss them. Even though I do have some truly wonderful friends now, there are still old friends that I really do miss, even now. In my bedroom I have red fur stuck to one of the walls. Yes, really I do (some things never change). And on that fur I have stuck various photos taken over the years. There are a lot of my uni years.

It is truly sad that although those years were possibly the best of my life, I have lost contact with EVERYONE I went to uni with. It seems remarkable that I left uni 11 years ago. Eleven! That means I've known them for 15 years. Jesus, it seems like yesterday.

I miss Duncy Dunc, Susan and Rav the most. Dunc's Beavis laugh... Sue's yellow hair... Rav's fundamental Ravness. I'd love to catch up with what they're doing. And I'd love to know what Kilv is up to. And Chicken Leg... Kazza... Jen, Het & The Raven...

Would it be weird to see them again? Yeah, of course... Would we still get on? Indubitably. Some probably more than others. I think that with some friends a connection can transcend many years. A couple of years ago, I got back in touch with my schoolfriend Mikey G and it was like we'd never been apart, even though it had been 14 years since we'd last seen each other. I did demolish his house, though, within 5 minutes of turning up. Sorry about that.

So if anyone out there in blogland knows the whereabouts (or indeed if any of you are actually reading this!) then get in touch. It would be ace to meet up again and see what you're all up to. I'm in beautiful, sunny Devon. You're all welcome to come and stay. So long as you don't break anything.

Stephen Fry: The Secret Life of the Manic Depressive








Watched the Stephen Fry documentary on Manic Depression last night, and thought it was excellent. I didn't know until I heard about this series that he suffered from it. But hats off to him for making such a fascinating and informative documentary.

Up until recently, I only had a vague notion as to what bipolar disorder actually is, even though I have since realised that I lived with a (sadly undiagnosed) bipolar girlfriend for nearly 4 years. It was in many ways the best years of my life; it was simultaneously the worst years of my life. I wonder how different things would have been if I'd known then what I know now. When she was good, it was like walking with angels. When she was bad, it was like living with Satan.

But that's why programs like this are so important. We both thought she was just highly strung, whereas clearly she was seriously in need of help. At least once she had a full psychotic breakdown. And I am sad to say, I just simply didn't recognise it as a mental health issue. Yes, I was there for her. But I didn't realise that it was medical help she needed, rather than me trying to 'be there' 20 hours a day solid.

If I'd understood... Perhaps if I'd been more aware of what was going on... Perhaps if she'd been diagnosed... It might have made things easier to deal with for both of us. It took me years to get over her when she left.

I haven't seen her for about 7 or 8 years. I still sometimes wonder where she is, what she's up to. Last time I saw her, she was covered in bruises. Her new boyfriend was beating her up. She was returning some of the things she had stolen from me. She'd left me with debts, to the point where I was forced to live in a camper van by Putney Bridge. And yet still I felt sorry for her.

I guess I let her take advantage of me because somehow I had an intuitive feeling that despite everything it wasn't really her fault... And it turned out that it sort of wasn't. I hope that she got diagnosed. I hope that she got the help she needed. And I hope that this program educates people - sufferers and non-sufferers alike - about Manic Depression.

A Joke about Stars in their Eyes

A young man walks onto the stage of Stars in their Eyes, on crutches, with a plaster cast from his feet to his hips. Matthew Kelly Introduces him as Simon.

“It's very brave of you to come out here,” says Matthew. “Please tell the audience what happened?”

“Well” replies Simon “about a year ago, I was driving with my uncle when we had a really bad accident. Unfortunately my uncle was killed outright but I survived. I was trapped in the car for six hours before I was eventually cut free. The doctors had me in surgery for 12 hours but they couldn't save my legs.”

“That's terrible. But I see you have legs now. Are they artificial?” asks Matthew.

“No Matthew, while I was in hospital the doctors informed me that my uncle had in fact died, but that his legs were fine and with all the advances in medical science, they could graft the bottom half of his body onto mine. As you can see the operation was successful. I have been having physiotherapy for six months and hope to be walking fully again by the end of the year.”

A huge round of applause erupts from the audience. Kelly responds with:

“That's an unbelievable story. So Simon, tell us, who are you going to be tonight?”

“Tonight, Matthew, I am going to be Simon and Half-uncle”

"Flamin Galah! We're like two Dingos in a Pod"










Is what Alf Stewart would almost certainly not have said if ever he came face to face with useless ex-German and honourary Jock manager Berti Vogts.

Hogan's Ghost! A hearty "Strewth" & "Flaming Galah!" to my Aussie Readers

Yes, we really do think that all Aussies talk like Alf in Home & Away, and the worst insult you can throw at someone is that they should "rack off, ya flamin' mongrel".

Anyhoo, I was on MSN with my old friends Carla from Buenos Aires and Rahne from Oz. And I was amazed to hear that some of Rahne's school kids read this blog (which is why, dear reader, I haven't used the words 'cunt' or 'fuck' recently).

So I'd just like to say a hearty "flaming galah" to the Year 8's in, erm, Wagamamamamba school (Rahne did tell me the real name, but I've forgotten it. Sorry, I'm not the sharpest stingray tail at the bottom of the sea).

But fascinating to find out how many people are actually reading the blog, and from all over the world. As citizens of the world, I welcome you one and all.

Chicken in the Air, Deckchair up my Nose

Hooray! Hooray! I've booked a holiday! After working far too damn hard by far I've booked myself a last minute holiday next week in the Greek island of Zante. Apparently it's an Ionian island, which reminds me of my favourite Physics joke, where an atom goes to the Doctor:

"Doctor, I've lost my electron."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive"

Anyhoo, I'm even more chuffed with the holiday on account of the fact that it only cost £130. Which is a total bargain, when you consider that I'm going on my own. It's so irritating, having to pay single supplements when you go somewhere on your own.

It's funny. Last year I went to Ibiza on my own and it was absolutely amazing. There's something incredibly liberating about not having to worry about anyone or anything else. It was without a doubt the best holiday I've ever had.

But the looks that I would get from from people when I told them I was on my own... It was like I had two heads. And when I told them I did actually HAVE friends at home but had CHOSEN to go on my own... And that I was really enjoying it... Some people actually got offended by that. Crazy. As if I'd done it deliberately to get at them. It's amazing what some people do when faced with their own insecurities.

And as an added bonus... I booked a trip to the Turks & Caicos Islands today to go visit my friend Anna! Double hooray! And that was a bit of a bargain too... 5,000 airmiles and £185. I'm off in January. I can't wait, I've missed her like mad, there's been a big Anna-shaped hole in my life since May.

So all in all, life is looking pretty sunny today. But hopefully nowhere near as sunny as it's going to look next week.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

A Joke about Poles

A Polish immigrant went to the Specsavers for an eye test. The optician showed him a card with the letters:

'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.'

"Can you read this?" the optician asked.

"Read it?" the Pole replied, "I know the guy."

A joke about the Lottery

A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!" The husband said, "Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?" "Doesn't matter," she said. "Just get out."

A joke about Bondage

One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want." So he tied her up and went golfing.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Love him or hate him...



You just can't ignore ex Italy supremo, probable Mafia boss and owner of the mighty Rossoneri, Silvio Berlusconi. Here he is seen having 'fun' with a female traffic warden.

Talking of all things Italian, for a great short sketch on the differences between Italians and the rest of Europe, click here.

Liars and Charlatans of the Worst Kind...

Not much gets me cross. I'm a pretty laid-back kind of guy... But something that really gets my goat is when Big Business lies to you, or pretends to be something they're not.

I'm on a health drive. After years of living on crisps, chocolate and fizzy drinks, I've realised that I need something with perhaps a vitamin or two in it if I want to live to the ripe old age of 150. As mentioned on a previous post, I'm cooking my own food. But I just get so confused as to what IS actually healthy. So I rely on people like Tescos and the like to help me. But there are so many pitfalls.

I'll give you an example... I'm mildly wheat-intolerant. So I decided that wouldn't it be a good idea if I had an oat-based type breakfast cereal? So off I trundle to Tescos and I bought their own-brand oat muesli. You don't get healthier than muesli, and wheat-free to boot! But I was horrified when I read the lable to see that it was actually 40% sugar.

Yes, that's not a typo... In every 100g of cereal, there is 40g of sugar. I don't even think that Frosties has that much sugar in it. I mean that is absolutely staggering. And that makes me bloody angry.

Who buys muesli? People that are trying to be healthy. When I buy 'healthy' food, is it too much that it is actually fucking healthy? It's the equivalent of raising free-range chickens, but sneaking out each night to give them all a damn good shoeing. It goes against the point of WHY you buy that product.

If you buy 'nuke food' or sausages or something like that, you know that it's going to be full of lips, elbows, eyeballs, scrotums and a million other hideous things, not to mention preservatives, e numbers and the rest. But when you decide to make a difference, you shouldn't need a fucking degree in nutritional science just to buy a breakfast that isn't going to give you diabetes in 5 years time.

I propose a Traffic Light Series for ALL food. Green for healthy, Amber for moderation and Red for unhealthy. That would make all the food manufacturers sit up and take notice. And would perhaps help the rest of us to actually notice what it is we're buying.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Giant Girl Doll



As seen on Kyklops' blog, this is a little freaky, but absolutely beautiful and compelling at the same time. However, the children sitting on her wrists will not be sleeping tonight.

Make the Pie Higher















Here is a poem made up entirely of genuine George W Bush quotes.

MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Blog Roll...

Seems the blog phenomenon (da daaaaa da da da! Sorry. It's the Muppet Show. I have to do that whenever I use that word) is really taking off... I had no idea how many of my friends are actually blogging.

So I thought I'd take this opportunity to 'big up' the bloggers. All the bloggers are linked on the right under 'External Links'. If you want me to link to your blog, just drop me a line.

Shit Sandwich: by geetar-hoarding, ping pong God Miguelinho, an Overlord amongst Emperors. Pun-tastic and very funny.

Swing-Out: by swinging, jazz mag pin-up, Carrie. She's only just stepped into the blogosphere, so be gentle with her. But she's got a great sense of humour, so should be well worth a read once she gets some momentum going.

Tiny Realm of Glee: by the inimitable Queen of Comedy and Mother of Dennis the Time-Travelling Kitten, Harriet. A welcome return to the blogosphere for the sharp-tongued one.

Orangutan Fan: by my 18-year old cousin, future ruler of the planet and grammar nazi, Little Zoe. Intelligent, witty and my God, someone under the age of 25 that can actually spell.

OTHER NOTABLE BLOGS:

Kyklops: A Canadian living in Japan. Don't know him, but has some really interesting stuff.

Chase Me Ladies, I'm in the Cavalry: Offbeat but funny blog from English Expat.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Most controversial Goal of all time?



OK... So this is a Brazilian 3rd Division match between Santacruzense and Atletico Sorocabana. It's the 89th minute and you're 1-0 up. The ball goes out of play for a goal kick. The ball boy brings the ball back onto the pitch and kicks it nonchalantly into the goal... And the female referee awards the goal as the equalizer... Unbelievable.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Celebrity Lovechild











New West Ham signing Carlos Tevez... I can't work out whether he looks more like Mutley or more like the Incredible Hulk. Maybe the love child of both...

A Joke about Clocks

A man died and went to Heaven. As he stood in front of the Pearly Gates,he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock move."

"Oh", said the man. "Whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's", replied St. Peter. "The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."

Incredible", said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abraham told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's Blair's clock?" Asked the man.

"Blair's clock is in Jesus' office... he's using it as a ceiling fan"

Monday, September 11, 2006

9/11 - 5 years on...

Bugger. It's November already, and I missed Bonfire Night...

But seriously, I can't believe it's been 5 years already. Damn, how time flies. And how little things change...

9/11 is our generation's JFK moment, I certainly remember where I was on that day. I was living in Newquay at the time and I had blagged the day off. I was in Comet, vaguely watching all the TVs in the shop. I remember trying to work out which film they were playing because it looked ace. After about 5 minutes, I suddenly realized it was real and not a film at all. I spent the rest of the day at home, glued to the TV.

I have to admit, my initial reaction was one of excitement and delight that finally the Yanks had got a taste of their own medicine. It was only as the actual details of the event started to emerge that my initial pleasure turned to horror.

For a start, I had assumed that the terrorists would have tried to hurt as few people as possible. I assumed that the World Trade Center would have been empty, as would have been the planes. I assumed it was simply a gesture, a protest, much in the same way as the IRA used to do, when they would give coded warnings to give the Police just enough time to evacuate the area.

I was horrified that it all happened at Rush Hour, when the buildings would have been full. I was even more horrified that the planes were full. I just could not get my head around that.

Many people have questioned my admiration for Che Guevara, calling him a terrorist. In fact, some have called Che Guevara the Bin Laden of the 60s. Their enemy was certainly the same, and neither can be called a pacifist.

However, I think there is a key difference in the two. Che's targets were always military or political. I am also sure that Che valued human life and would never have tried to kill as many people as he could in the manner that Bin Laden did.

And I think for me, that was the hardest thing of all to accept... It was the fact that they quite simply tried to kill as many people as they could. It wasn't about raising awareness or protesting. It was simply end the lives of as many people as was physically possible. The time and manner chosen was for maximum loss of life. It was perhaps the first time in my life I have encountered true evil.

I grew up in the 80s, when we were all convinced that the world was going to end in a nuclear holocaust. It was the age of CND, Greenham Common and Ban the Bomb. The 90s was different, we all relaxed a bit... No one in their right mind would think about something like that, we thought. Having the bomb is actually a deterrent. If you nuke us, we'll nuke you and that sort of kept the balance. MAD, but it sort of worked...

But now I have absolutely no doubt. If they ever get their hands on it, they'll have no qualms about using it. And it scares the shit out of me, truth be told. And what do we do? Do we build bridges? Do we ask the people why are they protesting? No... we bomb the fuck out of them. The Yanks (and us) talk tough and both sides just end up digging trenches.

Bush has done more in recruiting new members for Al Qaida than Bin Laden or any other Muslim extremist. Scary but true. And you know, the scary thing is... I absolutely cannot see any way out. All I can see is more and more freedom being taken away... and both sides becoming more and more hardline. I tell you now... If we get through the next five years without a nuclear atrocity I will be amazed.

And it makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck to even write that last sentence, let alone think about it.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Chez Guevara, the Naked Chef



















This was me on Saturday. Those of you that know me know that the food served at Chez Guevara is not the best. Invariably, it usually involves coming home from work to a combination of crisps and chocolate, washed down with the odd fizzy drink or two.

So, it may come as a considerable surprise to hear that I have been cooking. I decided it would be good for me to start eating properly. So on Saturday I cooked enough food for a month and put it in my freezer.

So what culinary delights did I conjure up? I made an apple and butternut squash curry; I made a lentil and vegetable soup; I made a Mediterranean lentil casserole; and a vegetable and bean chilli. I even made my own vegetable stock! I now have enough food in my freezer for a month.

So tomorrow is the start of a new era for me... A period of healthiness as never seen before. I've already stopped smoking and gone vegetarian. I'm going to eat breakfast every day. I'm going to take vitamins. I'm going to stop eating crisps and chocolate and fizzy drinks. I'm even going to join a gym. You never know. Give it a year, I might even look like the photo.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Throw another Barb in the Shrimpie













I hear that Jimmy Nail has been booked to sing Crocodile Shoes at Steve Irwin's funeral. Sting was Steve's favourite, but was considered inappropriate.

Yes, all the inevitable jokes are starting to appear about Steve Irwin. Some people are getting very uptight about it, and some people find them funny. I personally think he would find it all quite funny, I know I certainly would. In fact, I think I will put it in my will that there will be a prize for the best joke at my funeral.

I must say, when I go I don't want any pomp and circumstance. I'd rather not have hymns and all that bollocks. In fact, thinking about it, I'm going to plan my funeral. I think it would be good fun to work out which songs you'll play, what messages you'll give and all that. Yup. It would be the ultimate blog!

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Back from da Smoke

View from Primrose Hill. Couldn't believe this was only half a mile from Camden!



Had a great time in London. Harriet had a very successful exhibition. I got to see the Kandinsky exhibition at the Tate Modern, I got to spend a great night in my favourite bar in the whole world, Aint Nothin' But, the Blues Bar by Oxford Circus... Met some new people. Discovered Primrose Hill. All in all, a good time was had by all.

And got the black snot, which I always get in London, so I'm pleased to be back in the fresh air of Devon. I have a bit of a love / hate thing with London... Always pleased to be there, always just as pleased to leave...

Crikey Flaming Galah and all that.


















Was quite surprised to hear that Aussie loon Steve Irwin has died. I half thought it was a joke, but amazingly it turned out to be true. I quite liked him. In many ways it's a miracle something like this didn't happen before. He was pretty unique in his 'poke something incredibly dangerous and probably poisonous with a large stick whilst talking very loudly' type way.

There was a great quote in the Guardian:

"It is most likely that Irwin would have preferred to have been killed by a saltwater crocodile, his favourite creature, but he would, nevertheless, have relished telling an audience about the creature which killed him, the stingray."

I think perhaps given a choice he would have preferred to have died peacefully in his sleep at the ripe old age of 90, rather than being ripped apart by a 5 metre long treetrunk with teeth. Or maybe that's just me.

And the saddest thing of all, it could all have been avoided if he'd been wearing sun tan lotion. Then he would have been protected against harmful rays.

Diet Coke and Mentos Display



For those that missed it before, this actually does work. I have tried it and it's absolutely brilliant!!

Friday, September 01, 2006

Gor Blimey Guvnor Innit

off to visit some friends in that London.







Yup, I'm off to London for a few days, so for the (very) select few that read this blog, I won't be posting any more until I get back on Thursday. I'm off to help my friend Harriet prostitute, I mean, exhibit her work at the International Jewellery Exhibition at Earls Court in that London.

Oh what the hell. She never reads this blog anyway, despite her being allegedly one of my closest friends. She's a corporate whore who sucks retail cock. There. Not that I'm bitter of course. I mean, I work hard to come up with funny and interesting stories for the blog. Is it too much to ask your closest friends to read it once in a while? Or maybe even once? In fact, I might even turn this blog into a 'let's all slag off Harriet Bedford' forum for a while, just to see if she'd notice.

Actually that's quite a good way to get people to read. I could send an email to all my friends saying next month I will be slagging you off online, unless you post meaningful comments. But I digress.

It should be lots of fun. I expect to see Mr T there and if I don't I'll be very upset. I did offer to go to the exhibition as Mr T. I think it would have saved a lot of hassle - Harry wouldn't have needed to buy cabinets or anything like that, as she could have just draped her jewellery on me and any prospective buyers could have just leafed about my person. I was even prepared to use bronzer. But somehow, she felt that it wasn't the image she was looking for. Racist.