Tuesday, September 23, 2008
· Still trying to get a condescending, ginger soccer mum who doesn't iron her shirts, brush her hair, or avoid hitting her "son" in the head with the car-boot door to sell me NRMA insurance. Still. I'm insuring my car against being dented suddenly in the front by a freckly chick.
· Cadbury spending over six million pounds on a gorilla suit and some Phil Collins copyright. Training a real gorilla to play drums would've been cheaper, except most intelligent primates won't go near Phil Collins.
· Telling women with thrush that Canesten Duo will leave you "cool, clear, and feeling yourself again". Awesome. You've had an uncomfortable five-day abstinence, and you're antsy as all get-out.
· Showing women breaking off bits of a chocolate man wearing Lynx and eating him. All I can think about when I watch this ad is sweat, body hair and penis. Granted, all I could think about before seeing this ad was sweat, body hair and penis. Shut up.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Without much coaxing, my thoughts quickly became startlingly cohesive concepts, which soon arranged themselves into one or two deft theories that actually made me stop mid-stride, raise my eyebrows and go “Huh. Wow”. The kind of theories that made me think that perhaps my life might change because of them.
Of course, I can’t remember a single one of them now, because my short-term memory is completely shot from the effects of living in a post-post-modern world full of short-served information and half-baked digital entertainment.
Might see what’s on telly.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Every now and then, Karl will deliver a journalistic pearl so full of insight, intelligence and sophistication that its resonant ripples stay with me all day, affecting my world view and critical stance at the deepest level.
This morning's example:
"Ooooooh. How good are beef burritos?"
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
In this case, the word "bum" needs some inverted commas. That's not a torso, Alamela. That's just a wiggly line.
Reblacka told me that this is the fourth pose in her repertoire of four. I couldn't be more proud.
Black is so slimming, don't you think, Alyce?
Taken shortly after Leiden beat me in a beer-swilling competition. Arse? Yes. Class? You decide.
I bullied Demelza into this shot. Also, just because I'm contractually obliged to include it in this post, it doesn't mean I have to put it near the top.
A couple of arseholes.
I was going to dress as Caris for this photo, but I couldn't get the poodle to sit still.
This lady just wouldn't leave me alone until I'd agreed to be photographed with her.
And finally (although not technically a bum-shot), a reminder to Shiny Alex Perry that he should never leave his sunglasses lying around....