Scroobius Pip - just a beard.

[alexsarll]

I mean it in the best possible way when I say that martylog's Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra are utterly terrifying. If David Lynch ever deigned to make another film where something actually happens, ideally a slapstick comedy, they'd be perfect for the soundtrack.

Though it was never quite going to match Saturday's shoot for sheer lunacy, I knew Club Mental was making a good job of living up to its name when I entered to find Bob from The Laurel Collective playing a round of Celebrity Cabbage Amnesia; he later went on to lead a typically irrepressible set while looking like some sort of paedo Santa. The Barnacles' sea shanties also went down a treat, though in the second half of their set they seemed to pull back from the brink and play some indie songs. And they weren't bad but...we already have lots of indie songs. Play more shanties! The shanties are ace!
(Though the Lark in the Park, once a pub of which I wholeheartedly approved, has now stopped doing draught cider. "Too many people were mixing it, being sick everywhere," apparently. Well, why not just refuse to serve snakebite then, you dopes?)

En route, I had learned that I am a direct descendant of noted Imperialist and filthmonger Sir Richard Burton, aka Ruffian Dick. Illegitimate, of course. Noted as a swordsman (in both senses), explorer and translator of the Arabian Nights and Kama Sutra, he also hypothesised the existence of a 'Sotadic Zone' ("a geographic zone in which pederasty was particularly prevalent and tolerated"), led Swinburne astray, and once told a clergyman "Sir, I'm proud to say I have committed every sin in the Decalogue." It would be fair to say that I'm rather happy with this news.
Yes, he did also help give a new lease of life to the Blood Libel but hey, nobody's perfect, right? And these days that's practically acceptable again anyway.

"Populist shows are promised as [the BBC] bids to shake off charges of elitism" - I really hope this is a bad taste April Fool story. The proles already have ITV - and I hardly need add that as far as I'm concerned ITV are more than welcome to all the sport they can grab. Because since there's unlikely to be anything worth watching on ITV1 until Primeval's second series, the chances of the inevitable, arrogant over-runs delaying any of my viewing are minimal.

Comments

[martylog.livejournal.com]

"utterly terrifying" - barrysarll

That's going on the flyers for the next gig

I really enjoyed the sea shanties at Club Mental, especially the customised steampunk accordion. I was very very very drunk, too. I vaguely recall dancing wearing a David Bowie mask.

[giro-playgirl.livejournal.com]

[pippaalice.livejournal.com]

ARGH!

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

It was even more alarming when she had her fag on.

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Wasn't it David Bowie as a monkey?

[martylog.livejournal.com]

Oh Lord...

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Though I'm glad you came round to the customised accordion - you definitely appeared to be giving it some very old-fashioned looks when it first appeared.

[innerbrat]

Does this mean the new season of

Rob!n Hood

is going to dispense with all that old-fashioned schtick and be more modern and hip?

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

The only way to make that atrocity any more 'modern' and 'hip' would be to relocate it to a sink estate and have Robin text the Sherriff 'Pwnd! LOL kthxbye' after each raid.
(Though at least if they played him as a full hoodie then he might drop those idiotic efforts only to use non-lethal force)

[angelv.livejournal.com]

Not a fan of TV Burp then?

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Well, at least there's an honesty to its name, implying as it does the unpleasant noise and stale smell of regurgitation. But I never liked Harry Hill in the first place.