The experiment continued: finding which cheeses are good if you fry them. This time I used my tiny wee small frying pan bcz a. i had to carry it by bus to the HOUSE OF THE BOPKIDS and b. it is teh cuet.
Cheeses tested previously: i. red leicester; ii. mature cheddar; iii. stilton & shropshire blue; iv. cheshire; v. camembert; vi. jarlsberg; vii. edam; viii. parmesan — w. haloumi getting a bye obv
method: cut into thinnish slices (a quarter of an inch approx), place on hot surface of pan, allow to melt, bubble, fry in own oils and slightly solidify (see previous results); remove and place on paper towels to drain excess oil; offer to INDEPENDENT OBJECT FREAKY TRIGAN PANEL OF TASTE EXPERTS to partake of and discuss
Regular readers of I Hate Music will know that I have little truck with science, unless I’m using it to blind Thomas Dolby. Science has consistently let me down: I have lobbied long and hard to prove the harmful effects of listening to music but the so-called ‘scientific establishment’ continue to ignore my pioneering work, claiming that my proposals are somehow “unworkable”. This is nonsense: the experiment which would have proved that beheading Lemar is more enjoyable than listening to him, for instance, is absolutely watertight. more »
All You Need Is Love – The KLF/JAMMs
Love it When You Call – The Feeling (Remix)
Inferno – Souvlaki
Supersonic/My Neck/La Rock – JJFad/Khia/Vitalic mashup (Princess Superstar/Alexander Technique) more »
Last weekend, I had the pleasure of a quick trip home to see my folks, and took the opportunity to pop down to Sidmouth promenade, where, I was assured by local friends, a bleddy great big ship had run aground. Had it? It had! more »
“Maggie May” doesn’t have a chorus. That isn’t necessarily the first thing you notice about it – you’re more likely to pick up on a ringing phrase, or a particular blaze or choke in Rod’s voice, or on the thumped double-beats that kick-start each verse. But nonetheless, there it is – or isn’t – an absence of chorus. more »
What’s that glow emanating from the box? A pair of Clarks Magic Steps, of course. Slight lack of Timotei waterfall in this particular ad but you get the idea. I love how the only way the wicked witch can get her grubby paws on the magic key is to take on a part-time job in a shoe shop. Also note LACK of trash-compacting foot measuring device.
The third in the ongoing series of Lollardry, as broadcast earlier this afternoon between 12 and 1. This week’s edition includes: the puzzle craze of the eighties, the definition of emo, the truth about drugs, gimmicky shoes and movie twists that actually work.
Have intended to research and post this since GIBBONS’ TOY STORE burnt down, now several years ago — in the window at the end of this very extremely weird only-in-a-bad-dream wedge-shaped shop, which in many ways resembled a half-open portal into the HELLRAISER dimension, sat two gus gutz dolls, one black one white — “Plush Internal Organs Toy: Gus spits up his innards for inspection, then they tuck away back into his pocket mouth.”
I have never seen them “on sale” anywhere else, let alone in someone’s home.
After this stinging criticism regarding the secret message on Bad from Steve Mannion, I have decided to look closer at an album that is not even out yet. This way I can discover the secret message, and spread it to you BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY BUY IT. And so Jamie T, all new darling of the London music scene J’Accuse… more »