Hippos don't snort, they wallow

Dude! My first triple-figure number of comments and I wasn't even comment-wh0ring much. I would like to thank all the gays, drunks, evolutionists and furry-mockers who helped me get there. And anyone who doesn't fit the above categories too, though it seems unlikely I'd know any such person.

To Rimbaud, London left Paris looking like "a pretty provincial town". Glad to see it wasn't just my outsider eyes failing to spot that city's supposed charms.
(This article is also amusing because you can read the bit about "a top-hatted and bleary-eyed Verlaine shepherding his little charges to class. Among his duties was the supervision of the bathing period. It is hard to imagine the ex-convict, absinthe drinker and infamous sodomite finding employment at an equivalent school today." and pretend it's about verlaine)

No Boosh tonight on account of the fvcking sport. One day we will be free.

andypop once told me that Love and Rockets: The Death of Speedy was the best comic ever. He was wrong, of course, like anyone who names a best comic ever which isn't Grant Morrison's Flex Mentallo. But he wasn't wrong by much. Among its other charms, it's one of the best evocations of romantic indecision I've seen in any medium.

Belle and Sebastian have become one of those bands whose new releases aren't bad per se, just surplus to my requirements. But each time I listen to If You're Feeling Sinister I remember the first time I heard this band I'd been expecting to hate and realised how wrong my expectations were. They meant something, once, and that's posterity enough for any of us.

In a particularly weak episode of Alex's Freebie Corner, today I can offer:
'Kisses' by Dolium (punk bobbins)
'Chasing Tornados' [sic] by Another Fine Day (chill-out noodling)

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Look! It's Father Christmas protesting about the rigged election in the Ukraine!