There are alot of things I’ve wanted to write about this week – namely bionic eye research, teenagers, and effing Mika but instead you can just check all the links as I can’t be bothered to go into it all in detail! In a nutshell – there has been a huge scientific leap for mankind in pixel implants for partially sighted people. The initial results are as encouraging as they are interesting. Click on the link above to find out more or go to the rather splendid Cafe Del Nightmare for a proper appraisal. Onto teenagers – I wish the politicians would stop pontificating and resign/go away/do something useful for a change. Yet again – another legacy of Thatcher and no one having enough time or respect for the kids if you ask me. Don’t get me started – I’m saving up a huge essay for a future serious post. And deservedly lastly – fucking Mika. Why oh why is that talentless little upstart still at Number One? An absolute load of regurgitated poo. I wish he would go away and never come back. Ghastly in the extreme. Anyone who thinks retro re-hashed Queen meets Scritti Politti meets Leo Sayer is good should go and have their head examined. Sugary, impotent, badly executed excuse for pop in it’s weakest form. Blaaaarrgh.
Horror of horrors I’ve been tagged for two, yes two more memes. Boo hoo – me no like, don’t make me I’ll be good I promise…(more crying and boob-squeezing). Blogging is far too revealing as it is without having to remove even more layers and show it like it is. The ‘phwoar!’ Jools (as Bob Swipe likes to refer to her) in her comfy pants tagged me to put up a photo of where I blog. Well, mainly the kitchen table with clothes and alot in bed with no clothes and sometimes from Eastern European subtlerip-offwhorebars in Soho at 2 in the morning with my eater-algo – only once – see a renowned November 2006 post for that little extravaganza. Anyway, if I can be bothered to charge up the battery on the camera today – I will post some pictures obviously with the squarey pixel things covering the bits most people shall not and would not want to see like my naked knees for example. Excellent. (That’ll get the site counter surging!). What was the other meme I was nominated for by Realdoc, Jools and The Whales I think- oh yeah – 7 things I wanted to be and 7 thing’s I’ve been: Wanted to be:1. Actress
2. Producer
3. In a band
4. Developmental Psychologist
5. Writer
6. Archaeologist
7. Stand-up Comedian (for about 24 hours) Been:
1. Shop Assistant
2. Waitress
3. Voluntary HIV Charity Fundraiser
4. Film/TV Runner
5. Film/TV PA/Production Manager
6. Film/TV Producer
7. Starting out Director (Docs) And now – all don your scuba gear and dive over to this place where there is a great piece on the KLF. A-gents of Mu Mu! Yeah yeah. Whoahahoahuh Mu Mu Land. Tara for now. CLICK HERE FOR MUNTERSPACE AND MUNTER OF THE WEEK
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Weird things happened to me this weekend.
Firstly, I won £40 on a horse. It was called Beef or Salmon and won in the 4.00 @ Leopardstown on Saturday. I normally only confine myself to the Grand National when it comes to a flutter as I am unnaturally lucky and am therefore prone to liking gambling – pontoon, roulette that sort of thing if and when I get the chance which is thankfully very rarely. A friend called up to say he had had a tip on a horse. I looked at the paper and studied the form. I decided to go against his tip and follow my own hunch. And I won! As a rule – I only bet on Irish horses/Irish trainers – the best in the world as far as I am concerned. Anyway – that’s enough of my latent gambling habit. I fell asleep last night and had the most extraordinary dream that I was really cool, dressed in black and at least a sylph-like size 0 and on tour…..with…….these guys
There I was – dressed in black, the wind blowing gently through my hair as I walked the dirty cream backstage corridors of some stadium venue somewhere. I could hear the chanting fans and I adjusted my shades. What’s even weirder is that I was sort of like a tiny Patti Smith in a cool tight black trouser suit with converse boots and shades. I was also wearing a black and white silk Paul Smith scarf which belongs to a friend of mine (that I obviously secretly want). I was one of the band. I looked a bit like this but anorexically thinner.
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I still have the 12″ full 15 minute version of this – and still know ALL the words – it’s an absolute classic and check out the moves too. This is a rare recording at some venue called the Soap Factory in 1978. Enjoy – or skip to the next post if you don’t like it.
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I like this. It appeals to the occasional gormless side of my personality. If I was a teenager now I would crave to be in this band and would probably be dressing like them too. I like it for it’s obvious retro quality too. It goes on a bit but you can’t beat a bit of synth and 80’s clothing when it’s done well.
Ladies and Gentlemen……..I give you…….New Young Pony Club with Icecream **STOP PRESS**New Listen With Rockmother Podcast coming soooon – click here for a re-cap
Do you really like it? Is it, is it wicked?
Yep. The above illustrates the state of my brain at the moment. Nothing there. Full of air. Nothing to report. Perhaps if I stopped commenting so much on other blogs I might get some posting done myself but no, nothing comes. I’ve been meaning to post about all sorts of interesting things but like a proper airhead – as soon as I have the idea – pouff! – it’s gone.
I’m sure normal service will resume shortly. Him who snores like a herd of bison is working with Amy Winehouse tomorrow. She has to be on set at 06:00. I’ve already put a tenner on her not turning up on time. Will report back from the front tomorrow – if I can remember that is. Also – something I have been meaning to post for ages – does anyone have any idea how Arabella is? She’s been awol since Jan 11th. I hope all is well in Arabellaland. Lastly….. Dilemma of the week:I’ve been dying to buy a new sofa for about three years. I finally bought one with my own money last month. It is a Robin Day Forum sofa from Habitat – a design classic and looks like this:
(not my picture – or my house – courtesy of ebay)
It is being delivered on Feb 28th. Trouble is – him who snores like a herd of bison went and sat on it in Habitat (as we weren’t together when I bought it) the other day and came home with a proverbial thumbs down to the impending delivery. He says it’s uncomfortable and looks like a waiting room sofa. I on the other hand find it supremely comfortable (I am only 5′ 3″ though) and nice to look at. So…I sort of mumbled that I had better cancel it. But that was two weeks ago and so far I haven’t. I was thinking about being really annoying and at least getting it into the house before I pretended that I had forgotten to cancel it and make a last ditch attempt at convincing the unhappy one that I was right all along. Oh such piffling trifles but I really am in a quandary as to what to do. The stubborn part of me wants to carry on regardless and brace myself for a raft of dreadful excuses and cross words on Feb 28th. On the other hand – I could just cancel it and get a refund and sulk and scowl on the old sofa for as long as I can muster. See I told you I had nothing interesting to crap on about. PS: anybody see Mika Ka-Ka sing live on The Culture Show at the weekend? He should have been put down – a truly shocking, ear-splittingly bad acoustic performance. Right. I’m off now. Back with Winehouse gossip tomorrow hopefully. Oh. it’s all go here I can tell you. Love The Rotisserie of Mo xxxx
I was listening to a radio programme the other day about the possible demise of Sloane Square as we know it. Some evil ‘planners’ are ‘planning’ to turn it into a pedestrianised, re-ordered traffic system of satan. Lots of local (read resident arty-farty media types) people have got together to protest against the intended changes and are trying to block the proposal for good. They have got a bit of a fight on their hands what with Kensington and Chelsea being one of the most corrupt boroughs in London.
The thing is, Sloane Square should really stay as it is. The central ‘square’ hasn’t particularly changed for donkeys and the flowerseller with his little green gloss-painted cabin has been there as long as I can remember. I went to a hateful secondary school around the corner and he was the first thing I’d see as I shambled out of the tube each morning. And then there is Peter Jones of course. You can’t go wrong with Peter Jones. It’s a lovely shop with very nice people serving in it. You feel automatically a little invalided and cared for as soon as you enter the shop. It’s a proper practical department store. I laughed when I heard a comment from Betjeman about Peter Jones as it sums it up perfectly: he said that if anything ever awful were to happen, like the dreaded three-minute warning or a hostile invasion of some sort – he would run to seek shelter in the warmth and comfort of Peter Jones haberdashery department as it’s the sort of place where nothing horrible ever happens there. Brilliant.
A message from the future from me.
Slightly off-the-wall – nicked from Geoff. I didn’t ask for glasses – they just gave me them. Think I’ve gone mad? Not quite but getting there.
Hello peeps
I’m putting these up for Pod. He is a great photographer and splendid prolific blogger. Lately we have been discussing British photographer Martin Parr. I happen to own a couple of Parr prints – here they are – I love them. I bought them at his1997 Common Sense exhibition at the Rocket Gallery in Albemarle St in London. 100 prints tacked up onto the walls as they were – no frames – and all for sale. I bought the sandals
one first and then saw the slightly
feeble lunchbox and had to have it.
I went into overdraft to do it and had to live on practically nothing for at least two months but I’m still glad I did.
Prepare yourselves for tipsy blogging ahead – it’s my birthday tomorrow (ancient! please no congratulations) and I am going out and therefore might resort to the cyber version of drunken dial – you have all been warned. xx
Nighty night all. Sleep well.
Now you all know why I call it munterspace. There I was minding my own business on myspace music browsing for interesting tunes and then I get this:
hey how are you?i am antonio,guy from sevilla spain.i am 24yo. still new on this site and looking for some people to chat. do you have instant messenger?i use msn and yahoo. i dont have photo here on this site but i have webcam so you can see me on it if u want. hope you’ll reply to my message. bye for now:) and he calls himself Naughty Tony. I have to say I’m almost tempted but really – he is almost as bad as the 22yr old gun freak from Utah a few weeks back who asked me if I was into younger guys because he was into older women. Thanks a fucking bunch Bozo! His listed interests were Slipknot (the WORST band ever in the whole world apart from The Doollies), guns, black metal, older women. So I wrote back and asked him what exactly had happened in his childhood that made him want to have sex or cybersex for that matter with older women? There was a pause of at least 10 mins while he obviously went into a blue funk. He then falteringly typed back that he wouldn’t like to say, I mean he didn’t really know and that it’s ok he doesn’t want to be my ‘special friend’ anymore. Perfect. www.munterspace.blogspot.com Vote for Munter of the Week here.
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