tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68363610844794129342024-03-27T23:53:35.989+00:00The StinglerYou are what you're into.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-52050625280526596332007-11-02T19:28:00.000+00:002007-11-02T19:32:05.994+00:00Hacking, customising, patronising...Why is it that when a man tinkers with something, he's hacking, but if a lady does it, she's customising? <br /><br />And actually, both of them are just mucking about with whatever it is.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-63285245280122622042007-07-16T13:43:00.001+00:002007-07-16T13:43:11.140+00:00Top pop videos with dance routinesRescued from boy band hell, the dance routine has been well and truly defibrillated back to life. And I for one am huzzahing heartily. I love a slightly amateurish but enthusiastic co-ordinated wiggle. Here are my favourite dance (or bike!) routines in videos, past and present. Proof that time and sweat is often better than big budgets in pop.<br /><br />I'm Alive by Vincent Vincent and the Villains<br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bCl-w5oABc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bCl-w5oABc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />What's a Girl to Do? by Bat For Lashes<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1wnOUH2jk8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1wnOUH2jk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />The Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4bTFzXW8og"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4bTFzXW8og" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />1234 by Feist<br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Here It Goes Again by OK GO (yes, it's been everywhere, yes it's old, but how could I miss it out?) <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />It's Oh So Quiet by Bjork (again, how could I not list it?)<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8Z1MpcyqQU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8Z1MpcyqQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />I know there are more... Feel free to suggest themKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-87399992104655655182007-07-10T12:55:00.000+00:002007-07-10T13:10:03.843+00:00How to make strawberries even better<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RpOEI0xaLbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZIHikl7Xk3U/s1600-h/AVA+Strawberries+wallpaper+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RpOEI0xaLbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZIHikl7Xk3U/s200/AVA+Strawberries+wallpaper+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085553691371122098" border="0" /></a><br />Nigel Slater is my favourite food writer. His books are both a joy to read and pave the way to delicious, easy, uncomplicated food. He writes weekly for The Guardian. And his strawberry recipe that appeared two weeks ago was so good I feel obliged to share. It's dead easy and super delicious. There are loads of cheap local strawberries about right now. Buy them up.<br /><br />You need<br />Strawberries<br />An orange<br />A lemon<br />Fresh mint<br />Granulated sugar<br /><br />Cut the strawberries in half and put them in a bowl. Squeeze the orange and lemon. Pour the juice over the strawberries. Add some granulated sugar and the fresh, chopped mint. Leave to marinade in the fridge for a couple of hours. Eat. Die with pleasure.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-49492660896352027732007-07-10T12:49:00.000+00:002007-07-10T12:54:34.817+00:00Hey, you been working out, dawg?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RpOBhExaLaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/j_4g6QqyfjQ/s1600-h/2192-640.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RpOBhExaLaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/j_4g6QqyfjQ/s400/2192-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085550809448066466" border="0" /></a><br />I love skinny whippets, lurchers and greyhounds. But I think I love Big Wendy the dog with a six pack even more.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-47782143409522404982007-06-29T15:00:00.000+00:002007-06-29T15:27:40.846+00:00Peach and Mint BlastOh man. I'm addicted to <a href="http://www.eat.co.uk">EAT</a>'s Peach and Mint blasts. Really. You need to try one. They're pricey at £2.90 for a big one. But I know that if the sun actually emerges this year I'm going to be craving them day and night. Real mint. Real peach. Frozen. Gulp. Slaked.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-6611195750643685092007-06-28T12:55:00.000+00:002007-06-28T13:01:16.265+00:00Monkees Kool Aid CommercialI don't know if there's a German word for it, but I'm experiencing another pang of nostalgia for something I didn't actually experience. After watching this Monkees advertisement for Kool Aid I just want to go to a 'den' in my 'mom and pop's' basement and guzzle sticky cool cordial.<br /><br />Even though when I hear the words 'Kool Aid' it just makes me think of Jim Jones ladling out poison laced juice to his followers at <a href="http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial4/jonestown/">Jonestown</a>. And killing almost a thousand people<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFDzQZZc-4A"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFDzQZZc-4A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-55364758418905352272007-06-25T16:24:00.000+00:002007-06-25T16:27:03.594+00:00Parma violets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/Rn_szCTVCfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/h4pWJVk5DA4/s1600-h/parvio_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/Rn_szCTVCfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/h4pWJVk5DA4/s320/parvio_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080039266232633842" border="0" /></a><br />Ohh. I've got a hankering for the pot pourri taste of Parma Violets. If you're popping down the shop, will you get me a packet? Thanks!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-62104685596684598622007-06-22T14:30:00.000+00:002007-06-22T14:39:23.760+00:00Destino - Dali and Disney collideIn 1945 mouse man Walt Disney and surreal artist Salvador Dali started work on a film, Destino. The project was aborted due to financial difficulties. But when Walt's son, Roy was reworking one another of Disney's more adventurous outings, Fantasia, he unearthed some of the Destino footage, and decided to rekindle the project.<br /><br />Released in 2003, the six minute film is now playing at London's <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/daliandfilm/default.shtm">Tate Modern.</a> Disney films may now have a saccharine-sickly reputation, but this is a peek back into a world where it was still thought perfectly possible that commercial animation and high art could successfully combine.<br /><br />How I wish that Disney still had some of the same dark sensibilities that threatened to emerge back then. For now, I'll watch this on YouTube, and skip to the scary bits in Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Fantasia.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMkwBvssz_Q"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMkwBvssz_Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjIfvqIC3ys"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjIfvqIC3ys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-63551738676819422362007-06-21T15:03:00.000+00:002007-06-21T15:13:40.811+00:00I think I'd like a mural on my wall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnqUbiTVCcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5TsN_NKbCes/s1600-h/mural-inspirations.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnqUbiTVCcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5TsN_NKbCes/s320/mural-inspirations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078534730598910402" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, I do believe I would. It would add glamour to my day to day living, as well as covering up that nasty patch of damp in the back room.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I just can't decide whether to go for the dreamy fairytale castle.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnqVDiTVCdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bbr8XOT1K2M/s1600-h/8-004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnqVDiTVCdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bbr8XOT1K2M/s320/8-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535417793677778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Or the tiki-tastic sunset on a desert island.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnqVDyTVCeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gIhdjxpgzVE/s1600-h/218.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnqVDyTVCeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gIhdjxpgzVE/s320/218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535422088645090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Decisions... <a href="http://www.wallpapermurals.co.uk/">Buy yours here anyway... </a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-52351396246048581362007-06-21T12:00:00.000+00:002007-06-21T12:01:20.002+00:00Steely-stared chipmunkThis super short video of a chipmunk fixing the watcher with an evil glare makes me laugh. Perhaps it will cheer you, too.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1764124" quality="best" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-55763098965784107772007-06-20T12:51:00.000+00:002007-06-20T13:00:56.918+00:00Vintage car-inspired handbags<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnkkjSTVCZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/295UA46wK0A/s1600-h/NewFury300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnkkjSTVCZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/295UA46wK0A/s320/NewFury300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078130243463874962" border="0" /></a>I don't get the whole designer handbag thing. I'm just not the kind of girl who lusts after £2000 receptacles. But in the case of these va-va-voom totes I'll make a massive exception. Although actually, they don't even cost even half as much as your typical Dior monstrosity.<br /><br />Designed "in honour of classic cars and the ladies that drive them" these bags are like those 1950s gas guzzlers - shiny, over the top, revved up and firing on all cylinders. The kind of bag that will repay its cost in drinks bought for you in expensive tiki bars. They're expensive (between $150 and $350) but, my oh my, every penny shows.<br /><br />And there are shoes to match...<br /><br />You'll find them in the <a href="http://www.revampproductions.com/">VIP lounge at Revamp Productions</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnkkwCTVCaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O4WWjuqUVmM/s1600-h/FuryShoes300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnkkwCTVCaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O4WWjuqUVmM/s200/FuryShoes300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078130462507207074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnkkwCTVCbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mgEOYbhH8ww/s1600-h/coupehoot300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnkkwCTVCbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mgEOYbhH8ww/s200/coupehoot300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078130462507207090" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-56873563176223411502007-06-19T11:46:00.000+00:002007-06-19T11:57:55.232+00:00Mr Frosty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnfDbyTVCWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fCf7RBG9u9s/s1600-h/41EAWSFYYTL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnfDbyTVCWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fCf7RBG9u9s/s320/41EAWSFYYTL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077741987010251106" /></a><br /><br />I'm pretending that the weather isn't in a big wet and cold grump and making like it's summer hot. I realised today that those 'Mango Blast' crushed ice drinks from places like Starbucks are just overpriced versions of Mr Frosty's fabulous beverages.<br /><br />If you don't remember, Frosty was the toy of choice during long hot childhood summers. You'd load him up with ice cubes, turn a handle, squirt some juice from his pal Percy Penguin onto the slush, and away you'd go. <br />http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif<a href="http://www.firebox.com/index.html?dir=firebox&action=product&pid=1391&src_t=lty&src_id=1423"></a><br />I've looked for a Mr Frosty, but he seems to have been given <a href="http://www.firebox.com/index.html?dir=firebox&action=product&pid=1391&src_t=lty&src_id=1423">a disastrous down-with-the-kids makeover</a>. He looks terribly smug. And that's not a quality you want in your drink dispenser. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnfD2yTVCYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/g68EXQzOfQM/s1600-h/p1391h.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnfD2yTVCYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/g68EXQzOfQM/s320/p1391h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077742450866719106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So I'll be getting this <a href="http://fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=2859&cat=316">Peanuts version from Fred Flare </a>instead. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnfDlSTVCXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ONgWi3ft8gA/s1600-h/image.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RnfDlSTVCXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ONgWi3ft8gA/s320/image.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077742150219008370" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-7253929337089997482007-06-15T10:11:00.000+00:002007-06-15T13:13:12.906+00:00The Everlasting Genius of The WhoI was going to go and see The Who play this weekend. But now I'm not. Nor am I going to Glastonbury, where they're headlining. The Who are the kind of band you can come back to again again and always find something new and fresh and vital. I love their 70s rock opera pomp as much as their 60s young man's blues rock n roll sparkiness. <br /><br />Here are some ace face Who videos I found on YouTube to console myself at missing their current crop of UK shows. Singalong now. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_G8fuURihEw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_G8fuURihEw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />They're on sensational here. Old enough to be on top of their game, but still with fire in their bellies. I can never decide who my favourite member is. In order at the moment it has to go Townshend, Moon, Entwhistle, Daltrey. It'll change next week. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rp6-wG5LLqE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rp6-wG5LLqE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />And here they are looking young and beautiful. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xZOrWK6d4g"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xZOrWK6d4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />The first clip is from Tommy, which you should buy, and the second from the wor'ds greatest rock n roll documentary, The Kids Are Alright. <br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm-uk.amazon.co.uk/e/cm?t=stingler04-21&o=2&p=8&l=as1&asins=B0001FYRLM&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm-uk.amazon.co.uk/e/cm?t=stingler04-21&o=2&p=8&l=as1&asins=B00028HCD8&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-56761645563564204022007-06-12T13:02:00.000+00:002007-06-12T13:11:31.607+00:00Mitch O'Connell Tattoos book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/Rm6axyTVCVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nA2Tjjwh3-E/s1600-h/01punktikisheet.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/Rm6axyTVCVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nA2Tjjwh3-E/s400/01punktikisheet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075164010200238418" /></a><br />Lucky me. A spanking new copy of <a href="http://www.mitchoconnell.com">Mitch O'Connell</a>'s book of tattoo art just landed on my desk. Over 250 low brow, high colour pieces of flash art ready to rock on to your arm, back, or bum. <br /><br />Mitch's hyper colourful style suits tattoo art so well. It's the kind of ink that you see on the coolest girl on the door at a seedy garage punk club. Tattoos that are super cool but have a spanking sense of humour. <br /><br />I'm not sure that personally I would ask for the pink elephant wearing a hat with a flower and the motto "Don't forget to get drunk". But one of Mitch's tiki ladies or an angel toting a gun might look good tucked behind one of my other tattoos. Hmmm.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm-uk.amazon.co.uk/e/cm?t=stingler04-21&o=2&p=8&l=as1&asins=0867196726&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-49203439935738959122007-06-08T14:12:00.000+00:002007-06-08T14:18:15.641+00:00Spoilers alert!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/Rmlk-CTVCUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1j9Ud2NiDTc/s1600-h/minizoom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/Rmlk-CTVCUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1j9Ud2NiDTc/s320/minizoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697472142182722" /></a><br />My dear friend Sarra sent me this t shirt (close up of design right). She says "this t-shirt design at threadless.com rules! Spoil all your friends with it!" <a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/844/Spoilt">Buy it at ace online shop, Threadless... </a><br /><br /><br />And she's right. Luckily, I think I've seen all the films ruined by it. I'm thinking of getting my own version printed up with "the policeman did it" and strolling past the queue of tourists outside long-running West End pensioners' show, The Mousetrap daily.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-16052723286544133142007-06-06T14:41:00.000+00:002007-06-06T14:49:41.639+00:00You should own a Monks album<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RmbIySTVCTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/B3SLeQz23oM/s1600-h/Monks.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RmbIySTVCTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/B3SLeQz23oM/s320/Monks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072962796511365426" /></a><br /><br />You should go and buy Black Monk Time by The Monks. <br /><br />Formed in 1964 by a bunch of American GIs stationed in Germany, The Monks were the paranoid, dark, existential progenitors of punk. <br /><br />While the Beatles were singing “She Loves You”, The Monks sang “I Hate You”. Their songs were pounding, drum-driven, with unconventional structures, cynical lyrics, scratchy banjo, and howling and scowling vocals. <br /><br />Bass player Eddie Shaw described the day they discovered feedback, crucial to their sound, "Just imagine the sound of the Titanic scraping along an iceberg," he said. "It was like discovering fire."<br /><br />The band wore nooses around their necks, and shaved their heads into monk-like tonsures. They sang about Vietnam “People go to their deaths for you,” and resentment, “You know why I hate you baby? It's because you make me hate you baby.” Their debut and only album, Black Monk Time was released in 1966 to a wall of indifference. They split up in 1967, shortly before a planned tour of Vietnam.<br />Since their split, however, they have become the cult band’s cult band of choice. ‘Complication’ appeared on seminal garage punk compilation, Nuggets. Jello Biafra, The Beastie Boys, Jon Spencer and The Fall have all acknowledged their debt to the band. Jack White said of them, “Their melodies were pop destructive and must be played to your younger brother.”. <br /><br />The Fall have covered various Monk songs, one for the forthcoming Monks tribute album, Silver Monk Time, which also includes contributions from hot now bands the Gossip, Mouse On Mars, The 5.6.7.8s and Chicks on Speed. <br /><br />The band reformed in 1999, to play the Cavestomp festival in http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif<a href="http://www.myspace.com/itsnuntime"></a>New York. Roger, their drummer, died in 2004, but the band continue to play shows in Europe and the USA, with the same intensity and passion that fuelled them in the 1960s. <br /><br />I'm in all girl Monks tribute band, <a href="http://www.myspace.com/itsnuntime">The Nuns</a>. Do come and see us play some time. <br /><br /><br />And here are the far out friars on German TV in 1966<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYsyC2PFVBs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYsyC2PFVBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm-uk.amazon.co.uk/e/cm?t=thepriscillas-21&o=2&p=8&l=as1&asins=B00000729S&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-50232588642739984532007-05-31T09:51:00.000+00:002007-05-31T09:52:26.027+00:00Lovely Lady Air Stewardesses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RknzFg8hu9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ebiZEnu5D3c/s1600-h/Fly02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RknzFg8hu9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ebiZEnu5D3c/s320/Fly02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064846532023532498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RknzFQ8hu8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/SpFXMQ9ynXM/s1600-h/fly06D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RknzFQ8hu8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/SpFXMQ9ynXM/s320/fly06D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064846527728565186" border="0" /></a><br />Elisa Stein has compiled a wonderful book that features air hostesses from days gone by. Days when the women (and it was predominantly young, good looking women) in charge of high flyers were capable, glamorous, and wore fabulous uniforms.<br /><br />I'd feel far safer flying with these ladies to attend my every whim than the gormless glasseyes in orange that EasyJet employs.<br /><br /><br /><br />Buy it here<br /><iframe src="http://rcm-uk.amazon.co.uk/e/cm?t=thepriscillas-21&o=2&p=8&l=as1&asins=0811852237&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&lc1=0000FF&bc1=FFFFFF&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-4430016684669649282007-05-30T16:18:00.000+00:002007-05-31T09:51:16.537+00:00The Horrors - She Is The New ThingI love the new video from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=The%20Horrors&tag=thepriscillas-21&index=music&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738">The Horrors</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.co.uk/e/ir?t=thepriscillas-21&l=ur2&o=2" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />, for their new single, She Is The New Thing. It's a <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=gerald%20scarfe&tag=thepriscillas-21&index=blended&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738">Gerald Scarfe</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.co.uk/e/ir?t=thepriscillas-21&l=ur2&o=2" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />/<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Edward%20Gorey&tag=thepriscillas-21&index=books&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738">Edward Gorey</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.co.uk/e/ir?t=thepriscillas-21&l=ur2&o=2" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> collision. They have plenty of naysayers, but I love The Horrors' mucky soup of high gothic posturing and garage punk grit. <br /><br />They antagonise people, as all good bands do, from The Monks to The Jesus and Mary Chain and The Manic Street Preachers. And also, as those bands did, wear black shirts, and very tight trousers and winklepickers. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTgOe9Uda54"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTgOe9Uda54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.co.uk%2Fs%3Furl%3Dsearch-alias%253Daps%26field-keywords%3Dhorrors%26Go.x%3D0%26Go.y%3D0%26Go%3DGo&tag=thepriscillas-21&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738">Buy top Horrors music here</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.co.uk/e/ir?t=thepriscillas-21&l=ur2&o=2" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-9297621011510200922007-05-29T12:47:00.000+00:002007-05-29T13:00:33.238+00:00The Thursford Collection, Norfolk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlwipKssCZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pEHnUaDl750/s1600-h/mainsplash1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlwipKssCZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pEHnUaDl750/s400/mainsplash1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069965371154106770" /></a><br /><br />I've been on holiday in rainy Norfolk for the last few days. Camping. My tent blew away, but it was still amazingly good fun. <br /><br />During my trip, as the leaden skies wept uncontrollably onto my already dripping jeans, I took a jaunt to the living anachronism that is the <a href="http://www.thursford.com">Thursford Collection</a>, a brilliantly mad museum in the middle of nowhere. <br /><br />For a mere £6 (students £5.25) you can stroll around an array of steam engines, fairground rides, and street organs (the bizarre, oversized, highly decorated precursors to jukeboxes that you'll find in town precincts and at 'fun days' across the country). <br /><br />Best of all, the collection is home to an enormous white Wurlitzer organ, the fourth largest in Europe, which was formerly installed in the Paramount Cinema in Leeds. Thrice daily, it's played by pipe maestro, and Bob Downe lookalike, Robert Wolfe. We stayed for two performances, which included such glories as the Dambusters March (which accompanied footage of the bombers) and I Do Like To Be Beside the Seaside. <br /><br />Robert is a grinning, showboating genius, and the moment when the organ sunk back down into its pit, only to stop abruptly halfway down, due to the short height of the stage was one of the best things I have ever seen. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlwjOKssCaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_MXrqbcIWOg/s1600-h/30.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlwjOKssCaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_MXrqbcIWOg/s400/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069966006809266594" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-12477347748021459932007-05-23T16:39:00.000+00:002007-05-23T16:48:33.393+00:00Girls and Corpses website makes it into print<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlRwDKssCYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Zc8byFj4DXM/s1600-h/print1_cover1a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlRwDKssCYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Zc8byFj4DXM/s400/print1_cover1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067798680412359042" /></a><br />At a time when too many magazines are closing down, it's cheering to hear that one of my favourite web sites, <a href="http://www.girlsandcorpses.com/">Girls and Corpses</a> has made it into paper-based form.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-48605432403667741782007-05-22T14:42:00.000+00:002007-05-22T14:48:18.024+00:00Creepy Baby Lamp<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlMB06ssCXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JjTZQpep5mI/s1600-h/baby-lamp-green-M.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlMB06ssCXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JjTZQpep5mI/s400/baby-lamp-green-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396014343457138" /></a><br />How can a LAMP be sinister? If it's shaped like a creepy baby. <br /><br />I can imagine a Miss Haversham type sitting in her lonely ballroom, surrounded by an army of these. <br /><br />Buy yours for $99 from <a href="http://www.geniusjones.com/product-exec/category_id/221/product_id/3454/nm/Baby_Lamp">here</a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-29285393222896605652007-05-22T13:34:00.000+00:002007-05-22T13:36:11.561+00:00Mind Bending Chuckle Brothers Thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/6776/1487d8fe817fb62d225144ceq7.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/6776/1487d8fe817fb62d225144ceq7.gif" alt="" border="0"></a><br />OK. Scrub Fabio being hit in the face by a goose as the best thing of all time. I've just found a better one. This magnificent Chuckle Brothers illusion thing.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-71204576290966735502007-05-21T12:05:00.000+00:002007-05-21T12:16:18.351+00:00Fabio + Goose - Dignity = Best Picture of All Time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlGLy6ssCWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s6QiExByYaw/s1600-h/fabiogoose.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RlGLy6ssCWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s6QiExByYaw/s400/fabiogoose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066984762634930530" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fabio is a male model, who has appeared on countless American romantic novels. He has long flowing hair like a lion's mane, and rippling muscles (often oiled). I have a bit of an obsession with him, which crystallised when this picture was taken.<br /><br />Fabio had been invited to ride the inaugural trip of the Apollo's Chariot rollercoaster at Busch Parks in March 1999. He was accompanied by a phalanx of toga wearing girls. Sadly, a stray goose flew across the path of the speeding ride, hitting the musclebound model square in the face. <br /><br />He returned to the alighting point of the ride with a gore-splattered face, and a broken nose. And at that point, this picture was taken. I like the way that one of the girls is pointing and laughing at him, and his attempts to brazenly pretend that the incident hasn't happened. <br /><br />A great picture. I may print it on to a flag and raise it above my roof every morning.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com153tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-41120340911074962132007-05-15T12:42:00.000+00:002007-05-15T12:49:07.733+00:00Sad Ghost Salt and Pepper Shakers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RkmsCw8hu6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Ym_amNjvf2Q/s1600-h/dzama_sadghostsalt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RkmsCw8hu6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Ym_amNjvf2Q/s320/dzama_sadghostsalt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064768419453320098" border="0" /></a><br />Awwww. Look at these poor sad little ghost pepper and salt shakers. Don't cry, spooks, don't cry. You shouldn't be sad because you're for sale at the lovely <a href="http://www.cerealart.com/">CerealArt site</a>, which sells limited (large) runs of pieces by well-known artists.<br /><br />This cruet is by Marcel Dzama from Canada and sells for $75. This bunny cookie jar was designed by Momoyo Torimitsu, and costs $150. The prices are steep, but this is collectable art, remember. Cute!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RkmsJg8hu7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/bC1psF6WcnU/s1600-h/momoyo_jar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-SzS16nI0E/RkmsJg8hu7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/bC1psF6WcnU/s320/momoyo_jar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064768535417437106" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836361084479412934.post-19401889464950030952007-05-14T13:38:00.000+00:002007-05-14T14:53:06.739+00:00Eurovision: Sweden Were RobbedI'm still crying hot tears of frustration at the fact that Sweden didn't win Eurovision. Their band was called The Ark, and they were like a cuter, more glam rock Darkness. Only better than that sounds.<br /><br />It's the kind of joyous song that should ring out across Europe daily.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvKUpmyakAQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvKUpmyakAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />So sad. Although it's very similar to Edison Lighthouse's My Love Grows isn't it?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tr6H1a7YUac"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tr6H1a7YUac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536676550640250973noreply@blogger.com0