This is all over the place – that McCain/Palin veep conversation in full:
Insufficiently vicious, to my mind, but then it is American. Quite funny, but I’d like to have seen what Spitting Image would’ve done with it.
But if you thought Palin was crude and provincial, watch this. “The front fell off!” A classic political interview from Australia:
That is all. Isn’t it enough?
Nah.
Bonus Clip:
Madonna without makeup The incredible Goblin shark, in all it’s extendible jawed glory:
I saw this on YouTube a few weeks ago while boggling at cuttlefish and I’d meant to post it, but the New Scientist’s got there first.
The Large Hadron rap — which as you know Bob celebrates the opening of the largest particle accelerator in the world — is almost as cringeworthy as the MS-DOS 5.0 rap, with dorky white people flashing what they think are gang signs while somebody does a Sugarhill Gang style enumeration of the wonders of the Large Hadron Collider. Sweet but embarassing, like your nan boogieing down to Kool and the Gang.
Palau adds: Yeah, but… the Large Hadron Collider! The Big Bang in a box! You have to admit that’s pretty fucking cool.
I don’t normally post very many music videos, as my general view of bloggers who do that is that they’re posers showing off how esoteric and hip their taste is. But the news is complete and utter crap from top to bottom and side to side; a 360 degree vista of cack. There’s not a glimmer of anything approaching fun or hope on the horizon, so why the hell not dance? Back via the magic of YouTube to 1979 or vaguely thereabouts, for a nostalgic session – and don’t bogart that joint.
First up to get you all rhythmic and mellow, the Crusaders with ‘Keep That Same Old Feelin”. .
Yes, let’s!
Then it’s two from Rufus and Chaka Khan, from their 1974 Album ‘Rufusized’: first ‘(Please pardon me) You remind me of a friend’ then ‘Stop on by’. Happy days.
Is it funky enough yet? If not, you only have to hear the opening bar to know who this is, baby bubba…
Now that’s wound you up, why not dance round the desk a bit more? It’s Friday, throw caution to the wind and show Accounts your inner funkateer? George Duke, ‘Dukey Stick’:
‘Enough of this funky stuff, white girl, where’s the real soul?’ some of you may ask. (Then again you might not). Anyhow here’s one for you Wiganers and wannabes – Gloria Jones and the original ‘Tainted Love’. Should keep the ’80s types happy too.
Now shut up and let me get back to dancing. A leetle tad more uptempo – Disco Tex and his Sexolettes:
My chiffon is wet darling, my chiffon is wet! Old-skool socialists may like this version even better:
If memory serves, at this point most times I’d be off home in a cab for a cup of tea and watch Rhoda on BBC2. Chillout rooms, who needs chillout rooms?
Not always though; but over that’d best be drawn a very opaque veil. Ah, the 70s, *sigh* – when I was good I was very very good, but when I was bad I was horrid.
Especially for Martin, here’s Amsterdam comedian Hans Teeuwen with the Nostradamus Song:
He looks alright!