Especially for Martin, here’s Amsterdam comedian Hans Teeuwen with the Nostradamus Song:
He looks alright!
Funny
One Day All Televised Sports Will Be Like This…
..and pretty damned hilarious it’ll be too. Japanese gameshow football, played in binoculars and candystripes and totally SFW:
Picture Post
If only… the ‘eighties might’ve been a bit more fun.
Howard did always have something of the nightclub about him… oh. It’s not that Howard. As you were, then.
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I may just order one of these books for some prospective new parents I know. It’s the perfect companion to My First Cavity Search.
“What a wonderful gift for new parents! How to Traumatize Your Children includes useful chapters on narcissistic parenting, parent as best friend, killing self-esteem, the convenience of neglect – and even how to enjoy your legacy of trauma. Not only does this book provide lots of laughs, but it actually reinforces how you really should raise your kids. 190 pages, hardcover”
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If this guy is genuine, this is very very sweet and funny. If not, well then it’s more than a little bit odd:
“Is this you? Please, if you recognise this person, read on“
You’ve got to be resourceful in love these days though, so full marks for trying and extra brownie points for being cute about it.
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From the Flickr photostream of Reciprocity, this is one of a gorgeous set called Twisting Light
Animal Dance – Twisting Light #5 The next one in the series of refraction patterns formed by passing light through various shapes of moulded and formed plastic. Photographed direct on to 35mm film.
I thought that this one looked like a chorus line of long necked llamas with large floppy ears gyrating in front of the spot lights. You may think differently. :-)
To me it looks like a headless row of dancers from an Ancient Greek vase or maybe a bit of William Morris border. Or the crysanthemums on a bracelet I bought in a second-hand shop (or ‘vintage’ store, I suppose I should learn to call them if I want to be fashionable). I prefer ‘otherly-owned’.
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If you are minded to be fashionable and want to mine the past for clothes, old magazines are invaluable for getting your eye in. Vogue is putting together a searchable online archive of all its covers from 1916 to the present day. Here’s March 1960: the makeup’s nice, the colours are lovely but I do hope the shape of that coalscuttle hat never, ever comes back in again.
“The cover is described as a “spokesman for black and white, a leading fashion pair”, while the London Look is said to be “understated, soft fabrics, with sashes as a feature and lots of patent leather”.”
Things don’t change that much do they – except the cover price. Good lord, 2/6- for a magazine – that’s only 12 and a half pence! (Around 20 eurocents, or 500 bucks.)
Oops. That I automatically knew that (and recognised a coalscuttle, what’s more) says more about my own personal vintage than I really care to reveal.
Well, This Is What Happens When You Export All Your Skilled People…
Oops.
Builders bungle train tunnel
Bungling engineers have been left red-faced after building a railway tunnel that’s too small for trains to actually fit through.
The costly mistake was only discovered when inspectors measured the finished tunnel in the Polish capital, Warsaw, and realised the roof was so low that no trains would get under it.
Word to the engineers: if it don’t fit, don’t force it. Let it happen naturally. It would surely happen if it was meant to be….
I Can Think Of Worse Ways To Go
The Guardian’s diary section this morning had this heartwarming little tale:
…a timely warning of the dangers of national stereotypes, which in trained hands can be so very entertaining they can kill. The Diary’s favourite story in the comedy-as-manslaughter genre concerns Alex Mitchell, a 50-year-old bricklayer from King’s Lynn, who was watching an episode of The Goodies on March 24, 1975 when he died laughing. According to his wife, Mitchell was unable to stop giggling while watching a sketch in which a kilt-wearing Tim Brooke-Taylor, an expert in the ancient Scots martial art of Hoots-Toot-Ochaye, used a set of bagpipes to defend himself while Bill Oddie, a blackbelt in the Lancastrian equivalent Ecky-Thump, pelted him with black puddings. After 25 minutes of uninterrupted guffaws, said his wife, Mitchell gave a “tremendous belly laugh, slumped on the sofa, and died”. She later sent the Goodies a letter thanking them for making her husband’s last moments so happy.
Above is part one of that killer Goodies episode. [Parts two and three here.]
I won’t tell you which part the killer bagpipes scene is in. Think of it as Russian roulette by YouTube.
Do you dare to risk your life for the joy of Ecky Thump? Have you got the gumption?