I had wonderful paella last night, thanks to the Danes and their generosity. I have become an initiate into the secret Danish art of toasting. It’s great; every so often you lift your glass and shout “skoll” and everyone drinks! I think I’m going to be doing it all the time now.
I’ve had some great suggestions for our “Influential Bands” collection. Here they are, and I want more and more so I can create a Top 10, maybe I’ll do a song for all of them as well. Now there’s an idea.
Thanks to Morriston Burns for these:
Desert arse sprites: Semi-slug, crack-breeding felch-crock with a touch of murder
Feel the Phone Book: Neo-basic patio flume barking.
Slow Worms Do Fluoride: Post-structuralist proto-satire.
Swamp Monkey Hairpiece: juxtaposed cream-stomp face-smart bleak-face interstellar troubadour spice-freak mountain pole maim-jazz, played in a boil-speak style and rended to the max!
And thanks to FricDrums for:
The Electric Peanut Hoovers: antique-wave, post-industrial, misc. verb to the adjective geno flectro.
Continue!
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Cockmother's Revenge: Bile-based hyper-plunge seed-drivel.
Andre Previn's Ghost: Mouth watering mind-baked lake-dwelling cake-force-spew.
Take My Greenhouse: lazy-backed free-sick flame-retardant straight from the arse-end of Leicester.
Thnick Thnick Thnick: Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Diseased Bees Knees Beans: Truck-making power-prick speedflake-step.
The Tampon Crampon Lampoons: Jehovah vs marrow in brain lifting session.
Smell of Shame: Over-lucid crane spiking played for buggery.
Peripatetic Calzoni: Last chance for Petrils for 20 miles.
Jug of Wrath: doom folk.
Kraftwok: stir-fry electro.
Jemima Pantry: very fey prog; a full discography and review will follow. I have all five of Jemima Pantry's albums, from Gormenzeitghast (1970) to I'm Too Full To F*ck (1977). I've always been a big fan (even though I hate their music). Details follow.....
See? Too clever. Think nonsense....
At least that's one thing you can't be accused of; being too clever!! Ha Ha. Check and mate in one easy move.
Sad.....
Nobody says "sad" anymore - it's just too.....sad.
Aw, let's stop this fussin' anda feudin', what say we join forces against the truly stupid? A union, a coalition if you will. All those opposed to us will be sorted into special holding 'camps'. I can see it now, a NEW WORLD ORDER! I've even designed some uniforms for us, sort of grey slim cut with red armbands. What do you think? No? Ok, let's just stop the snide comments then.
Why no response I wonder? Please let me know that your sense of humour is intact.....
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