Kasugai peas.
Ouch!
Clears the sinuses
and kills all known germs.
Dead!
Will also make you cry for your mummy.
Mr and Mrs Imelda are devotees.
Posted by Sandy | Posted in kultchur, sex, shopping, travelling | Posted on 13-05-2007
When I was 13 I was obsessed with James Herbert books, netball, kissing boys, dungarees and …. eh … Rush. Tonite while footering around on Demonoid I thought I’d download an evaluation copy of Rush’s timeless classic 2112 (I found the LP in my brother’s room along with Quark, Strangeness and Charm and Mother Focus).
Hmmm …..having listened to 2112 tonight I kinda get why I loved it so much. It’s tuneful. It’s rock. They play their instruments well. They used lots of technology. But it’s quite …. well … very, very … it’s infact ….. monsterous Cheese! And another thing …. listening to Rush lead me to waste my time reading Ayn Rand’s Anthem and to hide in my bedroom practicing furiously on my guitar till I could play the opening to The Trees flawlessly with neither flair nor passion.
Fortunately I was soon to rescued from Rush by punk (TY Siouxsee and Joe) and teenage fumblings.
….. we have assumed control
….. We Have Assumed Control
… WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL
Where’s that Nelly Furtado song that I like ?
… first there was sunny weather, followed by a week of rain and a sudden bloom of fecking weeds on the veg patch. Outrageous! There is now one cubic metre of weeds in the compost bin.
If those weeds dare show their faces again I’ll be out with the flame thrower.
Ooooh – but I do have a greenhouse now. But there are even weeds in there. Grrrrr!
… that was what Robert Carlyle said having escaped rampaging zombies in 28 weeks later. About 1.5 hours later I said to Le Chef “I need a glass of wine to steady my nerves!” What a fab film. It has the best opening since Saving Private Ryan. If you are a grrrl, your eyes will be shut for about half the film. If you are weak of the heart, you will be dead by the end. It was supremely top thrilly, scariness! And best of all Mr Carlyle reprises his Begbie role … and he was even more radge!
Run Robert. Run! Faster! RUN!
… White man in Hammersmith Palais is.
… this week is bummage. This is a new word to me and it was invented by Gus. I believe it means “that’s a bit of a nuisance really“. For example:
Sandy said, “Gussie, our favourite chocolate shop has gone into liquidation”
“Bummage!” Gussie shrieked
However, bummage means something quite different in the urban dictionary!
… my blog administration stuff and noticed lots of exciting posts that needed moderating. I seem to have many avid readers from the underground including:
- NFL cheerleaders Thank you girls
- Sinful comics Tsk, tsk you naughty things
- Vitamin shoppe Ah yea olde worlde vitamin shoppe, for those of us who don’t eat our 5 veg/fruit
- Penis Hilton [sniggering in a silly childish way]
- Clonazepam. Thanks but no thanks, my memory is disturbed enuf as it is.
So thanks guys and girls for stopping by TSSL. Oh….. ooops …. was that the mass spam delete button I pressed? Now f**k off and don’t come back.
Picture the scene … Le Chef is away consulting in Barcelona, it is evening time and he is exploiting the free internet connection in the hotel to do some work. He sends an email to Le Chef de le Chef and receives an immediate response back. Le Chef in turn replies promptly saying …
Ah Le Chef de Le Chef. You appear to be working late (from home) and online. Well, that’s me finished now I am off to the bar for a beer. Adios Le Chef
Le Chef de le Chef replies pronto
Yes Le Chef. I am online and on wine.
Isn’t that the best way to be ? Online on wine. It’s my new, new motto. I will have to adopt and practice my new motto at work tomorrow.
[wonders]
Can you Web2.0 on a Wallbanger ? Mashup on Mojitos ? vi on vodka (no … dinnae do vi on vodka it’s difficult enough doing vi auf wasser)
[/wonders]
… I was quite bad but it is an experiment. Given my profession it’s important to do stuff like this and see what happens. I wonder how long it will take til the wikipedia is rolled back or some smart physics bod sorts this or my conscience gets the better of me and I restore the universal balance.
The Before
The After
… sad lack of photos these days. Here are some Pisces …. 
Tsk Dolly, you may be genetically modified but you ain ‘t no fish