🎶 punting down a turd stream
🎶 (what a pong)
Our Graham's having a week off, and God's away on business.
Today I have learned that Cilla Black once covered a Tom Waits song. I would recommend listening to the original instead, but here is proof of its existence nonetheless. www.youtube.com/watch?v=css0...
What a pair of beauties! ❤️
Wasn't that a song from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
Coot feet, coot feet
They're scaly and flappy, they're scary yet sweet
Coot feet, coot feet
The birdy phalanges of freaks
Foolish youth. This is how Victorian heroines end up bedridden with angst-ridden nightdress disease.
Yeah, it's a good film!
I thought it was really good, yes. Events really hurtle along and pull you with them, so I didn't really mind that the main character is meant to be annoying.
This is exactly the mental process I went through while watching Marty Supreme.
I seem to recall putting an otter on a banknote some years ago:
Sometimes work is a mire of tedium but this week not one but TWO DOGS came into the office and were enthusiastically petted by me: a West Highland terrier called Brocken earlier in the week, and a miniature Schnauzer called Myrtle today. Very good girls, A++, would cuddle again.
Finally made it to the Soho Theatre Walthamstow – haven't been in this hall since it was a cinema in the late 90s/early 00s. They've done it up lovely, and Mike Wozniak was very amusing, so good job all round.
(Also saw Henry Paker in the audience. Beans supporting Beans, you love to see it.)
I loved this comparison of the two Menaces.
Who could resist this Jill McDonald vampire puffin? Not me, anyway
We did sometimes have Golden Wonder, and Smiths as well. But Tudor had a massive market share.
It depends on where in the country you live, I think. In the North East, we had Tudor Crisps as our dominant brand, and their ready salted was red and yellow.
Learned from my workmate who has tween daughters that there is much woe and wailing today because Heeseung has just left Enhypen. Apparently this is the KPop equivalent of Zane leaving One Direction, Robbie leaving Take That, or Blake leaving Blake's Seven.
Or Animal?
Oh, hold on, I've got it – the entire Electric Mayhem becomes the Electric Mozart Band!
Is Mozart played by Rowlf (for the piano playing) or Beaker (for the hair)?
They should put a monkey on the £50 note and a pony on the £10 note to confuse the hell out cockneys.
No, Dalí was much older then, and his moustache was never that chunky.
It's a bit different – our loons are in parliament. *rimshot*
Shout-out to everyone who's about to add "camels with big naturals" to their search history.
I still get a kick out of how Nana Visitor's name is also a cool occupation.
Your job: to visit nanas. They insist you eat delicious food, tell you raunchy and gory stories of the men they have killed, sometimes you help them reach items on tall shelves. A perfect job.
This bagel is not guilty of any bredcrimes, m'lud.
My name is Cat
I'm hip and cool
Don't give a fig
For human rule
"Don't lik that bred"
They say to me
But when they're gone
I LIK. Whoopee!
Next on Radio 3, it's Untrained Drumkit Solo with the This'll Teach That Git With The Clarinet Sonata in Three Extremely Long Parts
Bumblebeans.
#art #beans
I think about this a lot
