Back in July, in this post, I regrettably made a flippant comment about the'Peter Pan of Pop' and got a few comments from irate Cliffites who had nothing better to do than stick 'Sir Cliff' into Google and have a go at the first person they saw having a moan about him. I wouldn't mind, but the post was about shouting Everest-climbing yeti hawkman Brian Blessed! Gordon's Alive! Anyway, I'm sorry for any distress caused to deluded menopausal women with a fixation on a man who isn't remotely interested in pleasures of the flesh. Apparently.
Anyway, I shall atone for my sins by embedding this video, which shows me the error of my ways:
And that Madonna's a horrible gap-toothed slag with man's arms!
(That may seem totally irrelevant, but I want to do a future post with a similar video so I can use my 'Embed with Madonna' joke that won't fit in anywhere else but Blogger or Facebook.)
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- The homunculus 'Micktrimble' was hatched in 'No Hope' hospital, Sutton Coldfield in spring '74. As Sutton Coldfield was slowly dying, the homunculus' progenitors put their creation into a rocket and fired it at nearby Erdington. A primitive place, but it was thought that the creature would blend in; his talents hidden. He spent his young life endlessly doodling and honing his skills at moaning. At the end of his first instar, he spawned two more homunculi. He is now shedding his skin ready for his second instar and sketching childish doodles for publication in journals for similarly weak-minded fools.
5 comments:
That's brilliant - it sounds like Victor Lewis Smith.
What is it? I love it!
He is shit though, the teste-faced old virgin/gay/delete as appropriate.
Apparently, although it does indeed sound like Victor Lewis-Smith, it's by someone called Dwight Trash.
Mick,
It is Howard - I've been trying to get hold of you urgently about The Many Worlds of Jonas Moore - but your email keeps bouncing?
What's the best email.
Howard
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