I just thought I would tell you all that I stared and smirked shamelessly at a man who looked a little like Rob Brydon in Boots today. In his basket was:
2 x large bottles of extra-strength blaster mouthwash1 x packet of ribbed condoms and
1 x packet of thrush cream I reckon he might have had a date/is expecting to have a date. My imagination is running overtime as to the necessity for thrush cream.
Well no not really – but I quite like singing that instead of the real version – better than singing all or one of the three versions of Hallelujah that has given me insomnia for the last three days. Finally the manflu, ladyflu and minimanflu has abated. I was very organised despite being on death’s door. The tree was up on Dec 5th. See picture of tree – it is an alternative to the usual.
The cards were posted two weeks ago. It’s just that I forgot accidently on purpose to get the parsnips as quite frankly they are the devil’s food! So I apologise to my Christmas guests but there are lots of other vegetables to eat so don’t worry. My signature tipple of tomorrow will be Prosecco with pomegranate – I shall have one for and toast each and everyone of you my glorious blogfriends. Lots of love and chin chin xx
PS: there is an absolutely brilliant piece of writing about Chrizzmarse here if you are at a loose end PPS: I rather un-Christmasly but with huge satisfaction called a teenager a lumbering idiot in Primark today as she slumpered into my changing cubicle that was most obviously occupied – then I spent the next ten minutes silently giggling to myself. No – I will not be going to heaven but we knew that anyway.
Gracious lummy lawks! Where does the time go? Half of it has been spent dicking around on fartbook and manictwitterchecking whilst getting flu first, then getting rid of it only to infect ‘himwhosnoreslikeabison’ only to catch manflu back again – but MUCH WORSE this time around. Last night was spent in two sets of pyjamas and woolly socks and still cold, 8 sneezes in a row and then insomnia from really annoying X Factor Hallelujah songs. So don’t come to our house – it looks like this at the mo:
We’ve got the orange tape and everything. Oh it hurts to breathe. Such delirium has allowed/forced me to watch the following films today in this order:
Jezebel – Bette Davis Southern shockerWaterloo Road – fantastic wartime London drama
Girls Girls Girls – Elvis looking sexy and fab costumes The day started with Jeremy Kyle – which for the duration I started to feel much better and really stunningly beautiful and clever compared to the munters on parade with their selfish stupid lives. Anyway – it’s more From the Basement tomorrow on Sky Arts at 22:00 – more shameless plugging but quite frankly – with no one paying me for three months and no job on the horizon apart from going into prostitution with the most fantastic Urban Woo what have I to live for? Blogpoll: Christmas present for a 7 and a half year old – answers please:
Is it a pair of guinea pigs or a Nintendo DS? Would I be the most horrible and boring parent in the world to go for guinea pigs? Would he wonder after 30 mins ‘where the real present is’?
I have so far avoided technology apart from a Leapster which he was overjoyed with until he realised it was ‘educational’. Oh…I think I know the answer but everyone I know who has given their child a Nintendo DS hasn’t spoken to them in the last year as they are always head first in the DS…mind you if very big record co corporation don’t pay up by this week it will be a wooden hoop and an india rubber ball from the pound shop!! And on that note – here is Cher with Half Breed (thanks to Namalee for enlightening me): Sayonara you poppy little gypsies tramps and thieves!
I am alive – just been horribly busy finishing off the ‘best music show on tv’ (according to a journalist from The Guardian and The Telegraph today – Pick of the Day if you must know). First airing of the second series of From the Basement starts TONIGHT at 22:00!! Set those topboxes to record. If you are in the UK please tune in to Sky Arts tonight and even if you haven’t got Sky you can receive Sky Arts on Virgin cable too I believe – how good is that?
Sky Arts 1 – channel 256Sky Arts 2 – channel 257
Sky Arts HD – channel 258 Also on Virgin Media:
Sky Arts 1 – on channel 284 and Sky Arts 2 – on channel 285 If you are in the US then I am afraid you have to wait until January to watch it all on IFC. And if you haven’t got a telly you can check out our fab new Youtube channel here. Here are the times and the running order:
3 Dec Gnarls Barkley, Sparks, The Kills
10 Dec My Morning Jacket, The Fall, White Denim
17 Dec Iggy and The Stooges, CSS and Shortwave Set
24 Dec Radiohead, Andrew Bird, Fleet Foxes
31 Dec The Raconteurs, Seasick Steve, Band of Horses
7 Jan Queens of the Stone Age, Terry Callier and Mercury Rev More championing wifflings from Sky Arts here and my lovely and clever friend Mof here Here’s a picture of me looking tired and saggy and Iggy looking away from my chest/charmingly bored!
Enjoy!
I do hope Mitch Mitchell is having a lovely time wherever he may be. Poor old thing died this week – of natural causes which is quite an achievement in this day and age. Here is one of my favourite Hendrix performances showing Mitch in fine form – he was the master of time change. What a bloody great drummer he was.
Night night Mitch. See you around. Get your Listen With Rockmother podcasts here on the new Rockmother podcast site!!
By jove! She’s done it. She’s really really done it!
Yes – I’ve got a brand new podcast number 20 ready and waiting on my new podcast site:Pin Back Your Ears I will also post it up later today on the archive site too. Happy listening my little choux buns.
See the entire set of Chez Obama’s Election Night on Flickr – great photo’s. It may be a bit slow and actually crashed while I was looking due to phenomenal traffic I am sure but they are a fantastic set of photo’s if you can stand the wait. I am still slightly reeling and over-emotional about what Barack Obama has achieved this week and how it has touched the world. The night before I found myself (uncommonly for me as a total non-believer) praying to god, allah, vashti, buddha, fire, water, any force anywhere that could hear me please please please could Obama do it. I have never forgotten seeing Martin Luther King’s incredibly and unknowingly prophetic speech on a tv documentary as a 12 year old and experiencing real emotion from a speech for the very first time – and every time thereafter when I heard it. It really does reduce me to watery rubble every time. The day before I re-visited that speech on youtube – it really is very special and particularly inspiring and prescient considering the events of this week. In stark contrast, I was struck how dishevelled and Ceaucescu-like Bush looked (in a cheap crumpled-suit morally broken sort of way) when he gave his not particularly interesting congrat speech. I was also struck how shockingly inept Palin was when in a radio interview only yesterday she had the stupidity to announce that she thought they (big fat white bible-eating middle Americans) lost because she had been portrayed so badly by the media. Madam? Did we have a choice? Is Africa a continent or country? Get to the back of the class. (As you clearly have none).
I wish we had a Barack I really do.
I woke up this morning with the words ‘big fat arm’ in my head. Goodness knows why but I did. Anyway, I digress. I am so BORED of the BBC and The Daily Mail and reporting about the credit crunch. I couldn’t give a stuff about whether Jonathan Ross should be reinstated or not. I don’t care whether Jeremy Clarkson has hurt his pinky driving a truck into a brick wall or Terri Seymour has packed Simon Cowell. I care about real things like the little boy I saw running to school the other morning followed by his mother shambling after him with a can of Diamond White in her hand. The only good thing about it was at least he was going to school on time. How devoid of any dignity whatsoever must you be to drink at that time in the morning – on the school run? I wanted to grab the boy’s hand and run with him – and keep running – far far away to a magic lovely land.
Anyway – what I really meant to post up was a little bit about the fantastic BFI Film Archive which you can now browse quite substantially on it’s own youtube channel. Here is an excerpt from John Schlesinger’s brilliant film Terminus – shot over one very busy day at London Waterloo Station in 1961. my other favourites are ‘Tea Making Tips’: ‘One Potato Two Potato’: and ‘Unwanted Guests’ (not for the squeamish). Ta ra for now.
There was a small discussion on the last post about the merits of Legs and Co or Hot Gossip – well quite frankly I feel Hot Gossip win hands down! You can’t go wrong with a bit of strutting suggestively in a high-cut leotard. So because I know Piley really wants to see some Hot Gossip – here they are:
Believe it or not – Hot Gossip recorded an album in the early 80s titled Geisha Boys and Temple Girls produced by the former Human League and then current Heaven 17 member Martyn Ware. The album was an unmitigated commercial failure. The group was once spoofed on The Benny Hill Show as “Hot Gossamer”. A few real-life former Hot Gossip dancers went on to appear on the Benny Hill show in its last fading years as part of the Hill’s Angels dance troupe. Oh the shame. Which one was your favourite? Everyone always swooned over Peri Lister and Debbie Ash although my favourite was Carol Fletcher. You see – I know all the names!
I should probably have entitled this post interlube as opposed to interlude – anyway – whilst looking for 70’s car adverts for the Austin Princess I stumbled across Legs and Co from 1978 dancing in nothing but french knickers and not much else to Tom Browne’s excellent tune Funkin’ for Jamaica. Perhaps they ran out of themes for that week and thought ‘oh fuck it, we’ll just do it in our pants this week shall we girls?’
Rockmother 
