voodoo chile

I heard a radio report of a Nazi being arrested in South America going by the name of Paul Schaefer, thought nothing of it at the time. I then read about it more in depth in the newspaper over the weekend, and i've managed to track down the story here and here on the BBC site. The thing that caught my eye was that he went on the run and managed to set up a mini German colony in Chile in South America, under the protection of General Augusto Pinochet. The whole notion of setting up a small colony of Germans in South America is pretty surreal, and by the end the land and the business was apparently worth several billion dollars, it all makes for an interesting read.

As i was searching for that story i stumbled across this one as well, this Bush propaganda machine is pretty damn scary. I think it's even more important now than ever to be vigilant over how the news is brought to us, and who is bringing it to us, and that it is actually the news.

Pontless statistic of the week: By country of birth, there were approximately 100,000 more Germans than Bangladeshis living in England and Wales, according to the 2001 census(from here.)

Dave Allen

Dave Allen, one of Irelands finest comedians, and one who wasn't afraid to have a go at Religion passed away aged 68 yesterday. May his god go with him. R.I.P.

reaction test

I now need glasses.

i just don't get it

So i'm supping on a cup of coffee this morning flicking through the channels, and i end up on TMF or some such shite. I'm sat there watching this video and the thought comes to me 'why are they dancing?' and i realised that i have no idea what dancing is about. I mean, what is it supposed to represent? i couldn't relate the moves to the lyrics, and the dancers themselves just looked like they were having fits. I just don't get it. Are the moves just an expression of the music? or are they supposed to relate to the lyrics? or is it purely like 'hey, look at me aren't i clever and flexible'. To be fair maybe it's just jealousy on my part because i have 2 left feet and the sort of lack of co-ordination a 1 year old kid would be proud of.

In the meantime here is a leaked phone conversation that was part of the Paris Hilton phone hack, she's chatting to Lindsay Lohan.... and it's a shocker!

Stay random;)

nipple... N-I-P-P-L-E !

Hehehehe i remember way back in or around '97, Liam Gallagher calling the late George Harrison a nipple (or fucking nipple, i forget which) when George criticised Oasis and their lack of originality, I just loved the put down, nipple, simple yet effective and brought the level of criticism down to the playground mentality. But shock! horror! there was a nipple exposed on live television over the weekend!, a female nipple at that. Will someone please think of the children!!!! Yes, our entry for the Eurovision Song Contest was decided live on BBC1 over the weekend. It amassed a total of 30 complaints and it seems the BBC and every paper is milking it for all its worth. The winner, Javine, was wearing a rather fine and slinky dress which, lets be frank here, left little to imagination and kept my eyes stuck to the screen. Her song was forgettable, but the dress itself wasn't.

Though as forgettable as the contest was it would have been a travesty if shockingly bad pumped-up-pink-teletubby-hybrid Jordan had won, her performance stood out purely because it was so bad, she couldn't dance nor sing and just looked a complete fool in this pink skin tight rubber outfit, which didn't look remotely sexy and she came across looking desperate, along with that and being 3 months pregnant the outfit made her look very teletubby-esque. Sorry, i'm just not a fan of Jordan, or Katie Price or whatever the fuck it is. Way back before she got the work done to herself she was (i considered) really good looking, and now what's she turned into is some sort of freakish plastic celebrity, and managed to get herself pregnant to the fuckwitted retard that is Peter Andre.

But, anyway, the only reason this show is ever worth wasting your time over watching is purely for Terry Wogans performance. Terry Wogan, he is a legend. His total disregard for the contest, and the way he manages to make a mockery of it whilst at the same time sounding sincere, is worth it everytime. I can guarantee once he retires the popularity of the contest will nose dive here in the UK.

Right, back to the real world.... rock it steady random people ;p

archive dip #3

This excerpt from my archive came from a Monday in November last year, i think it's one of my better rants...

Monday, November 22, 2004

dog poo

Mondays. Possibly the best day of the week by far. You've just had two wonderful days off, then the drudgery of work looms as Sunday draws to a close. Knowing as your eyelids descend on Sunday evening, you can expect the full joys of work to come upon you as the alarm goes at 6am. So there you are setting off to work, contemplating how many boxes you can pack in an hour to reach your mindnumbing targets, walking towards your bus stop. The sun is yet to rise fully so its a bit dark still (afterall its just 7.00am now) so what you don't need then is to walk on a big pile of dog shit. As soon as i did it the words "oh fuck off!" spewed out from my mouth. A big fuck off to whatever being controls Mondays. I mean i practically went arse over tit on this fucking turd. There is some fuckwitted dog owner out there who thought it'd be a laugh to let his dog expel its bowels in the middle of a fucking path. To that owner/walker i tell you this (kids block your ears), you are a cunt. The thought of the whole thing is making me cringe now so i'll move on but, please all you dog owners out there, at least clear up after your dog or at least not let it do its shite in the middle of the path.

I found out when i reached work today that the Buddhist fella that started with me had been laid off, i get the feeling i may be next, like i say aren't Mondays the best?

Over the weekend former Radio 1 DJ and voice of RAWWWWK (and also a thousand voiceovers) Mr Tommy Vance passed away after having a stroke, he was 63. RIP.

Right i really should go and get on with something.

alan partridge

'Sunday Bloody Sunday'. What a great song. It really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it? You wake up in the morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round, you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you think "Sunday, bloody Sunday!".

"...I really hate to do this to you, Alan, but it's actually a song about..."

"Yeah, bloody Sunday is actually about a massacre in Derry in 1972."

"A massacre? Ugh. I'm not playing that again!"

insane

Am i glad i'm not living in the USA, from what this story is about, it sounds well fucked up. Seems as though you can't even trust your own family over there!

Sad.

b3ta

I wish could do this.