Five Nice Polite Jewish Boys
Rampant Chutney Consumerism and Tart, two of the most entertaining and appreciated commenters on this site, have both just discovered Clem Snide. This is fucking amazingly good news, as far as I am concerned because both Clem Snide themselves and Eef Barzelay, their front man, have produced some of my favourite music of all time. Consequently, I have dedicated this Friday’s Five to helping people find even more Clem Snide which they might love.
Clem Snide, after roughly a five year hiatus, are back together again and released Hungry Bird earlier this year. So what better way to celebrate a Biblical holiday than by celebrating the work of a nice Jewish boy who has recently, in a manner of speaking, been reborn. I mean, it’s more appropriate than the way Christians insist on celebrating it. In the words of Bill Hicks: “I’ve read the Bible. I can’t find the words bunny or chocolate anywhere in that fucking book.” Still, given that we are slowly divesting ourselves of the boring Christian festivals (When actually is Lent, anyone? Actually, don’t answer that, I really don’t care.) and trying very hard to pretend that the fun Pagan ones were actually Christian all along (Christmas – Yay! for pressies and massive over-indulgence) I figure that the eggs and bunnies and all that shit might as well be suffered to hang around a little bit longer.
Besides, I have a menstruating woman’s taste for chocolate.
Erm, quite how that leads us onto a five for this Friday is beyond me. On the subject of things that come in fives, incidentally, this weekend we are putting together the new five song Meursault acoustic EP. It is morose as hell, fucking unbelievably good, and will be available at live shows and from the Toad Records site, starting at Homegame next weekend.
Please de-lurk and say hello. Rhian, Corrie and Becky have been very welcome additions to the fountain of inane blather in which we indulge on a daily weekly basis around these parts, so if you’ve never commented before, why not make today the day to start. After all, it’s Easter, so this week’s five are likely to be a little quieter than usual. Is that a good thing? I’m not sure. Oh, and no talking nonsense until you’ve filled in your five either, that’s just cheating.
1. Eggs – pickled, chocolate, scrambled, hard-boiled, devilled…? Name your poison.
2. What’s cuter, bunnies or kittens? Should we start a campaign for the Easter Kitten? The Easter Mongoose?
3. How many Easter eggs does it take to make you feel just that little bit sick.
4. You know, they’re making salmon fish fingers these days. Salmon really is too cheap. I remember when it used to be a treat, now it’s everywhere. What’s your example?
5. Favourite moment in Life of Brian.
Clem Snide – Nick Drake Tape (From You Were a Diamond)
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Clem Snide – The Dairy Queen (From Your Favourite Music)
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Clem Snide – Let’s Explode (From Ghot of Fashion)
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Clem Snide – All Green (From Soft Spot)
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Clem Snide – Tiny European Cars (From The End of Love)
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And, just for shits and giggles and because ‘five’ is more of a guideline than a rule, here’s some of Eef Barzelay’s solo stuff, for your enjoyment.
Eef Barzelay – Ballad of Bitter Honey (From Bitter Honey)
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Eef Barzelay – Make Another Tree (From Lose Big)
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1. Chocolate
2. Kittens
3. Probably 1 and a half/1 whole back of mini-eggs.
4. Mobile phones and digital cameras.
5. Far too many to choose from. “I’m Brian and so’s my wife” is pretty good though, as is “People called Romanes they go the house?” That or watching Thick Of It star and disgraced internet user, Chris Langham, trying to keep a straight face in the Biggus Dickus scene. I prefer Holy Grail anyway.
1. Eggs -cheese omelette. There’s an ace cafe near me in Edinburgh called the Two Thin Laddies. their omelettes rule.
2. Kittens, our two so-called substitute’ children are way cuter than bunnies. Oh, and children, for that matter.
3. As I’m hypoglycaemic, which basically means I’m intolerant of sugar…one would probably have me seriously ill.( Yes, ha bloody ha, you’re only the one thousandth person to suggest giving it to me to see what happens.)
4. Even though I’m a Socialist, the fact that anyone can get a ride in a limo. It’s one thing to break down barriers, it’s quite another to remove the mystique.
5. Favourite moment in Life of Brian? Well, I agree with Ian that there are far too many to choose from, and The Holy Grail is funnier, BUT, if push comes to shove, the Biggus Dickus scene might do it.
Oh, and Lent technically goes up until Easter.
1. If we get the chance next week we’re going to make you our traditional Easter Hard Boiled Egg fare – taught to us by a German friend; hard boiled egg, chilled overnight, cut in half, with the yolk halves scooped out, a splach of olive oil & vinegar in the hollow, the half of the yols then placed upside down on the hollow, then Dijon mustard smeared on the top of the yolk with a pinch of salt. The half of the egg + toppings is then eaten i one go. Absolutely delicious.
2. Kittens. No doubt about it.
3. I don;t really do chocolate eggs, except Creme Eggs. Probably about 5 before I start tasting them in the wrong way.
4. That advert is filthy. “So much pink”!? Reeves & Mortimer are dirty boys, aye.
5. “Brian: I’m not the Messiah! Will you please listen? I am not the Messiah, do you understand? Honestly!
Girl: Only the true Messiah denies His divinity.
Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right! I am the Messiah!
Followers: He is! He is the Messiah!
Brian: Now, fuck off!
[silence]
Man: How shall we fuck off, O Lord?”
1. hard boil it then mix it up in a cup with some butter and a wee bit of salt.
2. neither. we should introduce the easter marabou. the ugliest creation on earth.
3. five.
4. tents are extremely cheap now. you can probably walk into asda right now and buy a four man tent for 50p.
5. i really like that bit where hes in the hole in the ground trying to convince the mob that he is not the messiah. would give more detail but its a long time since ive watched it.
1. After all my whinging about how Mr Coriander had the same thing for Sunday breakfast, week in, week out, I got served unsolicited eggs benedict in bed last Sunday. That’s got to be pretty much up there for egg-based dishes in Corianderworld.
2. Kittens, definitely. Although otters are pretty cute too, especially when they do that laying around on their backs in the water thing.
3. Don’t be silly. It’s a well-established fact that you can never have too many chocolate eggs.
4. Tropicana orange juice used to be height of luxury; now it’s common as muck.
5. “Now, get away from that Welsh tart!”
Corianderworld? What a weird and wonderful place that sounds.
I like the idea of the Easter Otter too; suitably surreal. The Easter Marabou Stork would be downright fucking terrifying. They look like Mrs. Havisham.
DC – how about Friday morning when I get back from London and before we drive up to HG? I think the van might be done in time – that would be so unbelievably cool.
Shit, broke my own rules.
1. Poached, with some parma ham, sour cream and rocket over muffins or nice brown bread or something like that. But poached, generally, is my favourite way to egg.
2. The, erm, Easter Whippet, anyone?
3. By the end of two, I tend to be struggling. Particularly if there’s Crunchie involved.
4. Gin. Now I have it all the time…
5. The whole People’s Front of Judea vs Judean People’s Front rather cracked me up. Oh, and “Welease Wodewick!” of course.
Are you lot all at work today, by the way?
1. French toast
2. rabbits, my nieces have a bunny called Bambi.
3. two
4. Erm, I grew up in a shitty wee council estate in the back arse of nowhere, our only shop was a rubbish and tiny wee co-op (not one of the nice(ish) ones, the really minky ones). I had never had a babycorn till I moved out at 16, and the concept of french beans or sugarsnap peas confused me (do you eat the outside bit, you don’t get that in frozen peas??)
5. “He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy”
Erm, I know what to do with all these things now.
Yes, at work. Shite.
“my nieces have a bunny called Bambi”
That’s going to end in tears.
I realised that today was bad when we stepped out of the house this morning and the street was deserted. It suddenly dawned on me that the whole city was sleeping in except me.
yes my favourite bit has been explained in a far more detailed manner my drunk country. its genius that scene.
on the subject of growing up with no education in food at all. i remember thinking frozen pizza was just far too posh for m to be eating when i was at school.
marabou’s rule.
in an ideal world every child would wake up on easter morning, go down stairs to find that all thier eggs have been eaten by a seven foot tall marabou in a bunny costume wielding a giant mouse foetus brain spoon.
no?
Not at work, no, just faffing before heading up to deepest darkest Aberdeenshire for Easter with the fambly. Ingredients will include three nieces under 6, chocolate and frogspawn. Yay!
1. The tiny haggis-filled quail Scotch eggs they sometimes do in the
official Song, By Toad pubtake some beating.
2. Bunnies. In particular those croutons topped with confit of rabbit you sometimes get at the
official Song, By Toad pub.
3. Not feeling Easter Eggs this year, sorry. I wouldn’t miss having one.
4. Soft-shell crabs
5.
“Alright, I am the messiah, now FUCK OFF!”
MOUSE FOETUS BRAIN SPOON!
1. Chocolate. Don’t know why, but hate “real” eggs in all their manifestations.
2. Kittens – the lesser of two evils, though
3. Two creme eggs or bag of mini eggs or one large one
4. Bought a suit at Asda last year for £25 – fits nicely, too. Just wrong.
5. As a card-carrying Christian, this depraved filth has no pl, oh, forget it, “Biggus Dickus” for me..
Not at work ; – ) Have a good weekend y’all – looking forward to the review of Elvis Perkins in Dearland. Got it off emusic this week and lovin’ it.
Fuck.
I spent so ong doing my links, and – well okay – watching a bit of telly – that DC beat me to my funny bit.
But he didn’t link to it, the lazy arse.
Where’s the link gone off my number five?
It was there a minute ago!
Ah, here it is:
“Alright, I am the messiah, now FUCK OFF!”
1 Poached, with hollandaise and bacon
2. Cats, i may attempt to tie a pretty pink bow around my cat’s head on Sunday but i fear i may lose an arm.
3. Probably about one, but i will have eaten 2 before i realise
4. Any takeaway food – we never ever had takeaway food when i was young, i think the first time was when i was about 13 and it was such a treat. Now it’s pretty much every hangover (god i am so healthy)
5. I have never seen it… sorry, it just never appealed to me. That mob scene does sound pretty funny though
I am working Matthew – with a bloody sore head!
That arseing fucking link still isn’t working!
“Alright, I am the messiah, now FUCK OFF!”
That should work, probably over-egged the HTML pudding.
That was some good take away food last night, Shonagh. Does it count as take away if you sit in and eat it – while being attacked by a wasp the size of a Lancaster bomber?
“Alright, I am the messiah, now FUCK OFF!”
Oh ye, that was surreal – that wasp has got his seasons all messed up! What the hell was i eating? I picked the weirdest thing i could see and added coleslaw to it?!
I’m such a fucking idiot
Alright I am the Messiah, now FUCK OFF!
I think that was a fried risotto ball, Shonagh.
With coleslaw.
(Nice coleslaw though.)
Oh, and 87p’s worth of potato fritters!
Hello, first post, been lurking for a while now. Felt appropriately coaxed by Matthew’s post there to say something! I’m Ravie (David).
1. I was convinced I hated eggs since a particular dislike of them when I was very young. However my girlfriend very recently convinced bullied me into trying them and it turns out they ain’t that bad! Having runny eggs with soldiers was nice, but I’ve yet to try an omlette
2. Easter Kittens! I propose a Lindt chocolate Cat
3. probably not too many, although ASDA and their stupidly cheap easter eggs make this a tempting experiment… you know… in the name of science and all that
4. You know, in a funny way – gigs actually. I still remember my absolute excitement for my first ever gig, and the booking of tickets, weeks of planning and organising and making lists of things to bring to make sure I didn’t forget anything, and joining the queue hours before doors… These days, going to about 1 a week, it’s lost that majesty! Half the time I can’t be bothered going early enough to see the support if I don’t know/haven’t heard good things about them. It’s very sad really!
5. When Brian throws open the shutters, bollok naked, takes a deep breath, basking in the glorous sunshine…. and opens his eyes to see hundreds of pilgrims staring up at him. I was eating grapes the first time I ever watched it and I choked on one during that scene. Near death experience it was!
convinced was meant to have a strikethrough there! My HTML must be rusty
Slightly off tack, but I think everyone should make sure they vote for Sparrow & The Workshop on Mark Radcliffe and Stuart Maconie’s
radio show on the BBC.
Now, back to the usual Friday inanity…
Ravie, your html can’t be as bad as Dylan’s has been in this thread.
I know, I know.
I have taken myself outside and given myself a sound flogging.
1. I like egg curry. No, really. I like egg curry. And pickled eggs too.
2. Kittens are not cute they are savage little bastards that eat your feet of a morning and grow up into savage big bastards that periodically rip your arm open “playing”.
3. Not keen on chocolate and especially novelty egg shaped derivations thereof.
4. Ersatz boutique hotels. The boutique hotel bubble has kind of burst for me. Inevitable Molton Brown toiletries and moccachino paint schemes do not constitute a boutique hotel. Whats that? Pop Art on the walls, oh my, how original.
5. The bloke next to him on the cross that chats away merrily.
1. Depends what day you catch me on. Poached eggs are pretty amazing, as is a good scramble. But if you catch me at 3pm on Good Friday when I’m stuck in the lab, having had a very busy but completely fruitless day, it’s got to be chocolate.
2. Bunnies!
3. I’m with Shonagh on this one. It’s difficult to say, because it’s always one too late that you realise. My sister did once eat an entire box of mini creme eggs on the way to the big orienteering competition every Easter, and turned green and threw up on the table at a Little Chef somewhere in Norfolk. She was quite small at the time. Mum was mortified.
4. Air travel. I can now pop over to Oslo for less time and cash than visiting home in Yorkshire. I remember the days of 24 hour ferries to Stavanger, watching the Matrix in the bowels of the ship and completely missing the majority of the dialogue because of the engine sounds. The best game was how many plants can you get in the lift before someone official looking tells you off. And now ferries are so expensive that they don’t really exist. Weird.
5. As Matthew has already stolen mine, I’ll have to go for “Penny for an ex leper?”
I have to do this sodding five thing so I can motor on to my actual point.
1. Scrambled with chilli. Hangover! I banish thee!
2. Both aweful! They shit everywhere, smell funny and hump your football (that bastard rabbit was lucky to be alive after that)! Easter Hippo’s I say.
3. Never tried this experiment. There was never much chocolate in my house. Someone ate it!
4. Catfood! That’s a nice fish you bastards! You can eat haddock like everyone else. These fish are running out you know.
5. Biggus Dickus.
Right now to the meat of it:
There’s a new Twitter??? How old is Twitter? How can we have new crazes before the old are fie minutes old.
Also there were Senators in the US twittering during Obama’s big ‘how to fix the economy’ address to the Senate. Just in case we think we have become smarter since we followed Brian around the desert declaring random people to be the Messiah.
Bless Ben,
Thats not fish in the catfood, its “fish products” which definitely doesn’t include a nice fat fillet of haddock. Mostly donkey/horse I think and 1% fish guts.
1. Omelets with some sort of cheese and vegetable.
2. What about an Easter Poison Dart Frog? They’re colorful and festive.
3. In terms of American Easter eggs – the kind that gets dyed by small children and then hidden outside for hours – I’d have to go with zero. Creme eggs: 3.
4. Champagne/sparkling wine. If you can buy it in Walgreen’s for $5, it’s not special.
5. The rivalry between the Judean People’s Front and the People’s Front of Judea always tickles my funny bone.
(hello! i have never done this before, i hope this is where i’m supposed to reply…)
1) creme eggs. three pack. with a *tiny* sprinkling of salt on the fondant bit.
2) it’s a toss-up between dwarf bunnies and sand cats. the cutest of all though is the baby king penguin.
3) does not compute.
4) you can get wetsuits in lidl. fuck sake.
5) drunk country got it on the nose.
Isn’t that the ingredients list for New Bird’s Eye Salmon Fish Fingers?
That usually only happens after people order the breakfast special.
Heehee!
We once got four waist-height pedastal ash-trays – each equipped with a burning cigarette – and an ornately carved wooden throne into a lift in Andorra, then sent it up to the top floor.
When the lift came back down and the doors opened – our mate was sitting on the chair like some science-fiction king! Brilliant!
delurker – salt on creme eggs? You’re bonkers. And, erm, wetsuits in Lidl? If I thought anyone could have made that up I’d accuse you of being full of shit. Then again, if you are full of shit, you’ll fit right in around here. Hello!
Ben – Flutter is actually a parody. Can I snigger at you now?
i swear it’s true! google ‘lidl wetsuit’ – you’ll see.
salt on creme eggs works just fine. like sugar on french toast with bacon.
you know?
You could get horse’s saddles in Lidl at one point.
DC – how about Friday morning when I get back from London and before we drive up to HG? I think the van might be done in time – that would be so unbelievably cool.
In reverse order…
Is that wetpants excitedness at the eggs, or the van being finished, or traveling in the same vehicle as me?
If the van isnae finished are we training, bussing, carring or teleporting?
Are you staying overnight in London, then? If so, can we have a party on Thursday night with some tramps we find knocking about the city?
&, no, I’m not in ‘work’ — but I am doing work at home because of a stupidly heavy workload I need to finish before I disappear from the office & phone communication (i.e. I turn it off) for 2wks.
You could get horse’s saddles in Lidl at one point.
You still can — it’s called the French Deli Counter…
Actually the deli stuff in Lidl isn’t bad.
The excitedness, DC, was at the van potentially being ready. If it isn’t we can just take the Volvo.
That’s a ‘yes’ to the party, then?
God, what a lot of rubbish! Toad, you’ve got commas after the “www” in the first three Clem Snide links. Just ask yourself, “What would Al Gore do?”
Woo! Party!
Uh.. What’s happening?
Mark – thanks, I thought I’d caught all of those.
We’re getting the local neds over to Toad Towers, Mr. Dyran, for a game of paintball & indoor crazy golf.
If you are that desperate to wreck the place that you’re prepared to hang out with a bunch of neds all evening, then by all means, go for it.
Thanks for fixing the links. I hope you did not misapply my remark to the links/tracks, which are top notch as usual. Here is my rubbish:
1. Over easy.
2. Kittens, but somehow they turn into cats.
3. I am already sick of them.
4. The internet. Bring back the ARPANET.
5. Oh, yeah? How much? A lot!
No, no worries. I’d copied and pasted it through all of them, but thought I’d gone back and deleted all the commas. Obviously not quite.
If you are that desperate to wreck the place that you’re prepared to hang out with a bunch of neds all evening, then by all means, go for it.
Thanks Dad.
1. Poached, probably. I have a nice ‘dad’ memory about poached eggs and also remember a year spent working in the prison and eating cheese, beans and poached eggs on toast in the mess every day (it was/is brilliant, the perfect vegetarian meal as long as it’s covered in brown sauce).
2. Probably kittens, although bunnies are tastier. (Note: I’ve never tasted a kitten, I’m just posturing). (Or does that mean ‘it’s just the way I walk’?)
3. One would do it, probably, given that I’d sit and eat the whole thing in about two minutes with some coffee and then feel a bit ill.
4. I have no problem with treats being everywhere. When I was fairly seriously hard up a few years back my sister in law was loaded, filled up on expensive deli cheese/bread/coldcuts etc etc all of the time, and then had the fucking arse to say ‘you know you’re lucky, it’s more of a treat for you when you have this, it’s less special for me’. Fucking cow. Treats are treats. Yum.
5. ‘This bloke won’t haggle’. Not really, but, well, y’know, almost all of it and lots of people have said lots of bits already. Actually I particularly like the bit where the old bloke says ‘crucifixion’s a doddle’ and the centurian gets all upset. I’m teaching ‘life of brian’ as an exam film at the moment
1.every way but raw
2.Kittens (obviously)
3.Two and then a 30 min brake then maybe another
4.Don’t like fish much
5.When Brian shouts to the crowd something like “You don’t need to follow anybody, your all individuals!” and everybody shouts back and repeats in unison “we don’t need to follow anybody we are all individuals!” then this one bloke quietly churps “i’m not”
Being rich, Adam, ain’t what it used to be.
Hello Maxwell. The ‘I’m not’ moment is an absolute definite nailed on certain classic. I feel slightly ashamed for not mentioning it myself. I did watch it about a dozen times on YouTube this afternoon though, does that count?
1. over easy with toast and bacon fried till it is stiff and hard, the same way i like my men
… yes, I realize i have to specify on that bacon issue as you barbarians over there eat it all floppy and sad, ugh.
2. there is absolutely nothing wrong at all with the easter bunny … bunnies are adorable and now that my bunny eating dog has died i am planning on getting a house rabbit, so bunny it is!
3. if they are peanut butter filled (reeses please!) i can eat at least 6!
4. you know twitter used to function before all you numbwits got on it!
5. DC, as usual, encapsulated the peak of my pleasure xx
and Matthew, I would have been here sooner had you reminded us on twitter that it was Friday! with my MChutney out of town, i’ve got my days and nights all mixed about here!
Dear old Tart. It’s just bacon and eggs, love. No need for that sort of talk. Honestly, it’s like being in charge of a rowdy class of teenagers.
Friday, Tarticles, does tend to come around on a rather predictable schedule. Sorry for not reminding you, but I thought the fact that yesterday was Thursday might have been a clue.
*Ducks in anticipation of apocalyptic backlash.*
rowdy! my ass! like this place isn’t usually talking of some dead woman or other! go suck on an egg, you silly old man, hahahaha
I do shudder to think about you and DC in any moving vehicle together, for an extended period of enforced sobriety… Just remember that any prior secrets I might have let slip are just that, secrets!
*shuffles off to concoct some blackmailing plots in advance
apocalyptic, pfft!
The wrath of the permanently menstruating middle-aged Marxist lesbian is to be feared with humble terror.
*poke* *poke*
1. Fertilized.
2. I’d like to hang the easter bunny by a kitten’s intestines.
3. Three thousand.
4. Went to the movies the other day and thought I’d buy some popcorn, but all they had behind the counter was salmon. And a bit of bacon.
5. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPGb4STRfKw
C&B, haven’t you already done your five? Can’t you at least do me the honour of assuming an implausible pseudonym if you’re going to comment twice?
You’re drunk, aren’t you?
Good.
That’s a lovely clip C&B.
There’s a lot of very well managed corpsing going on, both by design and accident throught the whole scene; but Cleese at 0:50 is simply delicious.
I am not permanently menustrating, nor am I middle-aged! Marxist I’ll grant you, but there’s at least 6 men last year that can attest to my bisexuality :-p
…and if you’re gonna poke me, put a wrapper on it! tho it is nice of you to announce first, I’d hate to not be paying attention and miss the whole thing.
(yes, you were begging for that)
aaaaannndddd C&B did not do his already you daft drunk, and you stop picking on him, he’s one of the only nice ones we have left in this nut house. He even visits my little blog and leaves the kindest remarks, unlike other people who write blogs and never visit their neighbors, pffft.
He might actually be the only decent person who comments on this whole bloody site, now that you mention it.
And I know what you mean about visiting neighbours. It bothers me quite a lot actually, but some time last year I got to the point where I simply didn’t have the leisure time to click through the ten or fifteen blogs I really like anymore.
I feel really bad about it, but unless there are suddenly more hours in the day I don’t know what I can do. Another five would suit me just fine, actually.
ah ha! I can guilt-trip you into keeping your mouth shut… it’s all coming in clearer now
I do, amazingly, have a conscience.
Many people will be surprised to hear me say that. Many people will simply laugh. But it is true.
We sold our car. I am a little bit gutted. I love that car.
Yikes, look at me gettin’ the sweet Toad ‘n Tart love. I blush. I only commented once my man, and late in the game at that. Spent the day on the road and then on a plane and then in a pool. I am now “chillaxin’” in Miami, once again ripping my mother-in-law’s brilliant CD collection onto my iTunes library. The woman is a goldmine!
Matthew, my survival instinct is too strong to allow me to get between you and Tart, but I urgently advise you to check out her recent post on this album Searchlight Needles by Cabinet of Natural Curiosities. Not to be missed.
Don’t dwell too much on the loss of your beloved Volvo. I’m sure it’s found a good home, and the new owners will probably have more time to take it for walkies.
whoop whoop!!! been out to glasgow and just come back to see this!!!
1. all eggs are welcome but i have do have a soft spot for pickled and fried.
2. i don’t do cute
3. i had cream eggs on thrusday and felt a little green around the gills
4. for whatever reason, we (as a family) got our first mobile phone in 1994, it was huge and quite expensive to use……and had this funny little function called txting….that never caught on did it?….now there are all over the place.
5. Splitter
oh i was off all day yesterday….in the pub….in Glasgow…..with my best pal who is fucking off to Melbourne in 2 weeks….cunt!!!
i do love him tho
Shonagh was telling me she’d popped round Tart’s and enjoyed the Cabinet of Natural Curiosities, I shall have to check them out.
Tom, I’ve never thought of having an egg pickled and fried, sounds interesting. How do you get the batter to stick?
off
I am not permanently menustrating
Lesbians do that? Not the permanent bit, but the mentrusating. I just thought that was a heterosexual female stigmata.
“Shonagh was telling me she’d popped round Tart’s and enjoyed the Cabinet of Natural Curiosities,”
Did she really? The dirty bitch!
Hey all, I missed yesterday as I was touring Fife, I went to Anstruther for the first time and now I am so jealous of you all going to Homegame, as I’m the only other person in the world (along with Tom) who’s not going. The chippy really is amazing too.
1. Chocolate every time, at the moment cadburys cream eggs, I’m totally addicted and I’m considering stockpiling them as they’ll be disapearing soon
2. Kittens, although I think we whould let the bunny have Easter and maybe let the kitten have a new holiday. Palm Kitten perhaps?
3. Probably about 34. I can just exist on chocolate alone, it’s the best breakfast
4. Ferrero Rocher, I used to think the were so posh, but now they’re a bit (well a lot) naff
5. I know it’s pretty predictable but it’s got to be the bit at the end when they’re on the crosses singing, makes me smile at the telly!
FERRERO ROCHER ARE NOT NAFF!
(Actually, of course they are.)
Homegame……pish…..all of it!!!
You all just shush about Shonagh and me, you’re only upset that we pulled the curtains shut tight!
(stigmata indeed, good thing you’re going to spend Homegame with Matthew doing this, DC)
Well I think that settles next week’s Friday Five:
1.Ihr schickt uns mal ein Demo von Euch
2.Wir hören uns Eure Demos mal genau an
3.Bei einem OK nehmen wir Euer Demo bei uns auf
4.Wir kaufen Eure Demos sofort auf ( 5 bis 10 Stück )
5.Bei Werbung für ein Jahr bei uns im Shop werden 2 Demos fällig
Dylan, what in god’s name is that nonsense? Your German is never good enough to have written that yourself.
That’s German? Oh, that explains a lot.