Kamis, 30 September 2010
Red Ed to release solo album !
News just out that "Red Ed" Miliband has split from Los Milibandos and is to release a solo album...
P.S. - A note for Ian fucking Hislop :
Feel free to steal this post for the Eye, but this time at least give me a byline - which is more than you did last time.
Comprising cover versions of well known songs, here's the track list with original artists in brackets :
- The Carnival is Over (Seekers)
- Leader of The Gang (Gary Glitter)
- Dance With The Devil (Cozy Powell)
- He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother (Hollies)
- We're All Crazy Now (Slade)
- He's Gonna Step On You Again (John Kongas)
- Brothers in Arms (Dire Straits)
- Gonna Get Along Without You (Viola Wills)
- The Harder I Try (Brother Beyond)
- Tired of Toeing the Line (Rocky Burnette)
- I Scare Myself (Thomas Dolby)
- Road to Hell (Chris Rea)
- Wishful Thinking (China Crisis)
- Dreams Are 10 a Penny (Kincade)
- Shattered Dreams (Johnny Hates Jazz)
P.S. - A note for Ian fucking Hislop :
Feel free to steal this post for the Eye, but this time at least give me a byline - which is more than you did last time.
Red Ed to release solo album !
News just out that "Red Ed" Miliband has split from Los Milibandos and is to release a solo album...
P.S. - A note for Ian fucking Hislop :
Feel free to steal this post for the Eye, but this time at least give me a byline - which is more than you did last time.
Comprising cover versions of well known songs, here's the track list with original artists in brackets :
- The Carnival is Over (Seekers)
- Leader of The Gang (Gary Glitter)
- Dance With The Devil (Cozy Powell)
- He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother (Hollies)
- We're All Crazy Now (Slade)
- He's Gonna Step On You Again (John Kongas)
- Brothers in Arms (Dire Straits)
- Gonna Get Along Without You (Viola Wills)
- The Harder I Try (Brother Beyond)
- Tired of Toeing the Line (Rocky Burnette)
- I Scare Myself (Thomas Dolby)
- Road to Hell (Chris Rea)
- Wishful Thinking (China Crisis)
- Dreams Are 10 a Penny (Kincade)
- Shattered Dreams (Johnny Hates Jazz)
P.S. - A note for Ian fucking Hislop :
Feel free to steal this post for the Eye, but this time at least give me a byline - which is more than you did last time.
Rabu, 29 September 2010
A Postcard from Greece [4]
Back in May, I was extolling the virtues of Nionio's Taverna in Paxos. Well, I've found another one that's pretty bloody good too!
In the village of Kioni on Ithaca there are 5 tavernas, one mini market and quite a lot of yachts and their attendant yachties. They're a strange bunch, but some of them are quite sociable - apart from the snobs of course! You can tell who they are because they promenade up and down the waterfront in their boat shoes (and what exactly is the point of fucking up perfectly good casual shoes by running bits of string around them?) with their sweaters draped across their shoulders. Pissy poncey coloured sweaters of course!
We talked to a few - we're not proud - and once they know we are staying here and have been here for a while, they ask which is the best restaurant in town? This is how it works:-
The one at the end by the yatchs is OK but it catches all the wind, the service is indifferent and it's a bit pricey. We ate there once in 14 days.
Next is the one that all the flotillas seem to go to. Tables for 20 are the norm. I suspect that it is run by the brother or cousin of the guy running the flotilla! There are rumours that they buy in preprepared food to cope with the volume. I don't know if it's true, but the moussaka certainly tasted and looked like it!
At the furthest end of the waterfront there was a man spit roasting a pig. Every night. Very visually appealing, but the minute it comes off the spit it's gone! We had a couple of passable steaks in there one night. It was a bit pricey and we didn't bother going back. That leaves the two in the middle.
One always seemed empty. Someone told he had never had a decent meal in there, but we ate there one night and were quite satisfied. It had probably the cheapest wine on the block which was perfectly drinkable.
Mythos Taverna was the one for us. We ate there seven times. His meatballs are to kill for. Ditto his fried cheese. Light and delicate. They do a lemon casseroled chicken which melts in your mouth and a Greek chicken pie that is very solidly chicken. The veal in a brandy and orange sauce is fantastic. The pork steak fills your plate and is expertly grilled over charcoal. And the house wine to wash it down with? The best in town - especially the rose. I could rave about the place all week, it's that good. Last night the bill with a litre of wine was €28.
So why isn't he packed out? Beats me. All the people who ask us - and there have been quite a few - eat in the expensive one nearest to the boats. I guess that's yatchies for you. Style over content!
In the village of Kioni on Ithaca there are 5 tavernas, one mini market and quite a lot of yachts and their attendant yachties. They're a strange bunch, but some of them are quite sociable - apart from the snobs of course! You can tell who they are because they promenade up and down the waterfront in their boat shoes (and what exactly is the point of fucking up perfectly good casual shoes by running bits of string around them?) with their sweaters draped across their shoulders. Pissy poncey coloured sweaters of course!
We talked to a few - we're not proud - and once they know we are staying here and have been here for a while, they ask which is the best restaurant in town? This is how it works:-
The one at the end by the yatchs is OK but it catches all the wind, the service is indifferent and it's a bit pricey. We ate there once in 14 days.
Next is the one that all the flotillas seem to go to. Tables for 20 are the norm. I suspect that it is run by the brother or cousin of the guy running the flotilla! There are rumours that they buy in preprepared food to cope with the volume. I don't know if it's true, but the moussaka certainly tasted and looked like it!
At the furthest end of the waterfront there was a man spit roasting a pig. Every night. Very visually appealing, but the minute it comes off the spit it's gone! We had a couple of passable steaks in there one night. It was a bit pricey and we didn't bother going back. That leaves the two in the middle.
One always seemed empty. Someone told he had never had a decent meal in there, but we ate there one night and were quite satisfied. It had probably the cheapest wine on the block which was perfectly drinkable.
Mythos Taverna was the one for us. We ate there seven times. His meatballs are to kill for. Ditto his fried cheese. Light and delicate. They do a lemon casseroled chicken which melts in your mouth and a Greek chicken pie that is very solidly chicken. The veal in a brandy and orange sauce is fantastic. The pork steak fills your plate and is expertly grilled over charcoal. And the house wine to wash it down with? The best in town - especially the rose. I could rave about the place all week, it's that good. Last night the bill with a litre of wine was €28.
So why isn't he packed out? Beats me. All the people who ask us - and there have been quite a few - eat in the expensive one nearest to the boats. I guess that's yatchies for you. Style over content!
A Postcard from Greece [4]
Back in May, I was extolling the virtues of Nionio's Taverna in Paxos. Well, I've found another one that's pretty bloody good too!
In the village of Kioni on Ithaca there are 5 tavernas, one mini market and quite a lot of yachts and their attendant yachties. They're a strange bunch, but some of them are quite sociable - apart from the snobs of course! You can tell who they are because they promenade up and down the waterfront in their boat shoes (and what exactly is the point of fucking up perfectly good casual shoes by running bits of string around them?) with their sweaters draped across their shoulders. Pissy poncey coloured sweaters of course!
We talked to a few - we're not proud - and once they know we are staying here and have been here for a while, they ask which is the best restaurant in town? This is how it works:-
The one at the end by the yatchs is OK but it catches all the wind, the service is indifferent and it's a bit pricey. We ate there once in 14 days.
Next is the one that all the flotillas seem to go to. Tables for 20 are the norm. I suspect that it is run by the brother or cousin of the guy running the flotilla! There are rumours that they buy in preprepared food to cope with the volume. I don't know if it's true, but the moussaka certainly tasted and looked like it!
At the furthest end of the waterfront there was a man spit roasting a pig. Every night. Very visually appealing, but the minute it comes off the spit it's gone! We had a couple of passable steaks in there one night. It was a bit pricey and we didn't bother going back. That leaves the two in the middle.
One always seemed empty. Someone told he had never had a decent meal in there, but we ate there one night and were quite satisfied. It had probably the cheapest wine on the block which was perfectly drinkable.
Mythos Taverna was the one for us. We ate there seven times. His meatballs are to kill for. Ditto his fried cheese. Light and delicate. They do a lemon casseroled chicken which melts in your mouth and a Greek chicken pie that is very solidly chicken. The veal in a brandy and orange sauce is fantastic. The pork steak fills your plate and is expertly grilled over charcoal. And the house wine to wash it down with? The best in town - especially the rose. I could rave about the place all week, it's that good. Last night the bill with a litre of wine was €28.
So why isn't he packed out? Beats me. All the people who ask us - and there have been quite a few - eat in the expensive one nearest to the boats. I guess that's yatchies for you. Style over content!
In the village of Kioni on Ithaca there are 5 tavernas, one mini market and quite a lot of yachts and their attendant yachties. They're a strange bunch, but some of them are quite sociable - apart from the snobs of course! You can tell who they are because they promenade up and down the waterfront in their boat shoes (and what exactly is the point of fucking up perfectly good casual shoes by running bits of string around them?) with their sweaters draped across their shoulders. Pissy poncey coloured sweaters of course!
We talked to a few - we're not proud - and once they know we are staying here and have been here for a while, they ask which is the best restaurant in town? This is how it works:-
The one at the end by the yatchs is OK but it catches all the wind, the service is indifferent and it's a bit pricey. We ate there once in 14 days.
Next is the one that all the flotillas seem to go to. Tables for 20 are the norm. I suspect that it is run by the brother or cousin of the guy running the flotilla! There are rumours that they buy in preprepared food to cope with the volume. I don't know if it's true, but the moussaka certainly tasted and looked like it!
At the furthest end of the waterfront there was a man spit roasting a pig. Every night. Very visually appealing, but the minute it comes off the spit it's gone! We had a couple of passable steaks in there one night. It was a bit pricey and we didn't bother going back. That leaves the two in the middle.
One always seemed empty. Someone told he had never had a decent meal in there, but we ate there one night and were quite satisfied. It had probably the cheapest wine on the block which was perfectly drinkable.
Mythos Taverna was the one for us. We ate there seven times. His meatballs are to kill for. Ditto his fried cheese. Light and delicate. They do a lemon casseroled chicken which melts in your mouth and a Greek chicken pie that is very solidly chicken. The veal in a brandy and orange sauce is fantastic. The pork steak fills your plate and is expertly grilled over charcoal. And the house wine to wash it down with? The best in town - especially the rose. I could rave about the place all week, it's that good. Last night the bill with a litre of wine was €28.
So why isn't he packed out? Beats me. All the people who ask us - and there have been quite a few - eat in the expensive one nearest to the boats. I guess that's yatchies for you. Style over content!
Selasa, 28 September 2010
Piss boiler of the Year
Some fucking idiot at the Bank of England has decided that savers should stop moaning and start spending in order to hasten the economic recovery.
Charles Bean, the Deputy Governor, says that older households could afford to suffer because they benefitted from property price rises.
Mr Bean (you couldn't make that name up could you?) said he "fully sympathised". But he continued: "Savers shouldn't necessarily expect to be able to live just off their income in times when interest rates are low. It may make sense for them to eat into their capital a bit."
He added: "Very often older households have actually benefited from the fact that they've seen capital gains on their houses."
Well that might be all right for highly paid public servants with fucking great index linked pension pots paid for by the tax payer, but what about all us ordinary citizens who rely on their savings - hard earned savings I might add - to provide them with a living income to supplement the pathetic state pension ??
And to put that in perspective, according to the Bank of England 2010 Annual Report, Mr Bean's salary was over £250,000 a year and he added £188,000 to his pension pot - now worth over £1.4 million - so what the fuck would he know about living off his savings?
In the last couple of years - thanks in part to the same aforementioned fucking idiot cutting base rate - my savings returns have sunk from around 7% to well under 3%.
So let's try a little experiment. Let's cut the fucking idiot's pay by 60% and see how he gets on...
Piss boiler of the Year
Some fucking idiot at the Bank of England has decided that savers should stop moaning and start spending in order to hasten the economic recovery.
Charles Bean, the Deputy Governor, says that older households could afford to suffer because they benefitted from property price rises.
Mr Bean (you couldn't make that name up could you?) said he "fully sympathised". But he continued: "Savers shouldn't necessarily expect to be able to live just off their income in times when interest rates are low. It may make sense for them to eat into their capital a bit."
He added: "Very often older households have actually benefited from the fact that they've seen capital gains on their houses."
Well that might be all right for highly paid public servants with fucking great index linked pension pots paid for by the tax payer, but what about all us ordinary citizens who rely on their savings - hard earned savings I might add - to provide them with a living income to supplement the pathetic state pension ??
And to put that in perspective, according to the Bank of England 2010 Annual Report, Mr Bean's salary was over £250,000 a year and he added £188,000 to his pension pot - now worth over £1.4 million - so what the fuck would he know about living off his savings?
In the last couple of years - thanks in part to the same aforementioned fucking idiot cutting base rate - my savings returns have sunk from around 7% to well under 3%.
So let's try a little experiment. Let's cut the fucking idiot's pay by 60% and see how he gets on...
Red Ed - it's official !
By satellite phone from the caves of Afghanistan, official endorsement of Miliband as the new anti-capitalist leader of the Labour party...
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Senin, 27 September 2010
HOLLY MADISON VEGAS GRAND MARSHALL
Holly MadisonLas Vegas icon Holly Madison was the sexy Grand Marshall at Smith's 350 NASCAR Camping World Truck Series Race in Sin City.
Photo By: Scott Harrison / Retna Ltd.
Photo By: Scott Harrison / Retna Ltd.
HOLLY MADISON VEGAS GRAND MARSHALL
Holly MadisonLas Vegas icon Holly Madison was the sexy Grand Marshall at Smith's 350 NASCAR Camping World Truck Series Race in Sin City.
Photo By: Scott Harrison / Retna Ltd.
Photo By: Scott Harrison / Retna Ltd.
Bananaman Bites the Dust [2]
Sorry, but it's was just too much to resist. The rustling sound at the end could be Freddie turning in his grave...
Bananaman Bites the Dust [2]
Sorry, but it's was just too much to resist. The rustling sound at the end could be Freddie turning in his grave...
Minggu, 26 September 2010
A Nun's Vow of Poverty
OK. It's Sunday, so time for my regular look at the workings of religion - and, believe me, this one is a real piss boiler...
According to the Daily Telegraph, "A Benedictine nun who faces an impoverished retirement is challenging the Government's refusal to give benefits to members of religious orders.
Sister Mary Scott, 74, and one other nun run the Oulton Abbey community near Stone in Staffordshire, where they manage a small nursing home and playgroup, but she is getting too old to keep working.
Sister Mary has never been paid, so never paid National Insurance, and what money she makes goes on food and clothes.
A Government regulation excludes 'members of religious orders who are fully maintained by their order' from pension credits, but her lawyers argue that the abbey is not supported by the Benedictine order which has no central hierarchy. She has been given permission to take the case to the Court of Appeal.
Her barrister, Stephen Knafler QC, said poverty was an 'endemic' problem facing the country's 5,000 remaining nuns and 1,400 monks, most now past retirement age."
Well of course it is, you stupid bugger! It's endemic because they take a vow of poverty! Although clearly in the light of the scandal of child molestation by priests, religious vows count for fuck all these days!
And another thing, if she has "never been paid", where did she get the money from to spend on "food and clothes"?
You two faced, hypocritical bastards! I hope that this is all going down in St Peter's ledger ready for your day of judgement. You make me sick, the lot of you!
A Nun's Vow of Poverty
OK. It's Sunday, so time for my regular look at the workings of religion - and, believe me, this one is a real piss boiler...
According to the Daily Telegraph, "A Benedictine nun who faces an impoverished retirement is challenging the Government's refusal to give benefits to members of religious orders.
Sister Mary Scott, 74, and one other nun run the Oulton Abbey community near Stone in Staffordshire, where they manage a small nursing home and playgroup, but she is getting too old to keep working.
Sister Mary has never been paid, so never paid National Insurance, and what money she makes goes on food and clothes.
A Government regulation excludes 'members of religious orders who are fully maintained by their order' from pension credits, but her lawyers argue that the abbey is not supported by the Benedictine order which has no central hierarchy. She has been given permission to take the case to the Court of Appeal.
Her barrister, Stephen Knafler QC, said poverty was an 'endemic' problem facing the country's 5,000 remaining nuns and 1,400 monks, most now past retirement age."
Well of course it is, you stupid bugger! It's endemic because they take a vow of poverty! Although clearly in the light of the scandal of child molestation by priests, religious vows count for fuck all these days!
And another thing, if she has "never been paid", where did she get the money from to spend on "food and clothes"?
You two faced, hypocritical bastards! I hope that this is all going down in St Peter's ledger ready for your day of judgement. You make me sick, the lot of you!
Sabtu, 25 September 2010
Bananaman bites the dust!
Could this be the end for our intrepid superhero?
Will he ever triumph over the evil talking horse Mr Ed?
Do we give a flying fuck?
Bananaman bites the dust!
Could this be the end for our intrepid superhero?
Will he ever triumph over the evil talking horse Mr Ed?
Do we give a flying fuck?
Jumat, 24 September 2010
Ed Miliband wins it!
Today's lesson is taken from the book of Genesis, Labour Party edition...
- In the time of the gathering, Ed presented himself to the conference as an offering to the Party. And David also presented himself.
- The Party had regard for Ed's offering, but they did not have regard for David's offering. David was furious, and he was downcast and his face fell.
- Then the Party sayeth unto David , "Why art you furious? And why art you downcast? Why hast thy face fallen?
- If you do right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do right, sin is crouching at the door. Its desire is for you, but you must master it."
- And David said unto his brother Ed "Let's go out back unto mine gaff for a beer."
- And while they were there, David attacked his brother Ed and killed him.
- Then the Party said to David , "Where is your brother Ed?"
- "I know not," he replied. "Am I my brother's keeper?"
- Then the Party said, "Why have you done this thing?"
- And David answered, "My loss was too great to bear never to sit again in shadow cabinet for my brother forgives me not for challenging him."
Ed Miliband wins it!
Today's lesson is taken from the book of Genesis, Labour Party edition...
- In the time of the gathering, Ed presented himself to the conference as an offering to the Party. And David also presented himself.
- The Party had regard for Ed's offering, but they did not have regard for David's offering. David was furious, and he was downcast and his face fell.
- Then the Party sayeth unto David , "Why art you furious? And why art you downcast? Why hast thy face fallen?
- If you do right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do right, sin is crouching at the door. Its desire is for you, but you must master it."
- And David said unto his brother Ed "Let's go out back unto mine gaff for a beer."
- And while they were there, David attacked his brother Ed and killed him.
- Then the Party said to David , "Where is your brother Ed?"
- "I know not," he replied. "Am I my brother's keeper?"
- Then the Party said, "Why have you done this thing?"
- And David answered, "My loss was too great to bear never to sit again in shadow cabinet for my brother forgives me not for challenging him."
The Leadership Song
Due to the announcement tomorrow of the name of the poor sod picking up the poisoned chalice of the Labour Leadership, I have interupted my flow of postcards to celebrate with the inevitable song.
Somehow you just knew I would, didn't you?...
Somehow you just knew I would, didn't you?...
The Leadership Song
Due to the announcement tomorrow of the name of the poor sod picking up the poisoned chalice of the Labour Leadership, I have interupted my flow of postcards to celebrate with the inevitable song.
Somehow you just knew I would, didn't you?...
Somehow you just knew I would, didn't you?...
Kamis, 23 September 2010
A Postcard from Greece [3]
Now that we are all one big federal country called the Fourth Reich European Union, I'm drawn to reflect on what makes us all so compatible...
After all, the Greeks and the Brits are all citizens ofGreater Germania Europe, so we must have a lot in common.
For example, the Greeks didn't want to join the euro but no one asked them either! Ditto the European Constitution. So common ground there already. What else? Well, almost everything in this apartment is home made. Can we say that in Britain? The last rental place I stayed at in England everything was imported - mainly from China I seem to recall.
Smokers here are allowed to kill themselves if they want. No health warnings on their fag packets! They simply wouldn't tolerate it. Fruit and vegetables are odd shapes. No dictate here on the shape of strawberries or the size of tomatoes. They chuck 'em into boxes and you pick what you want. You won't find that in Tesco!
Hours and not regulated (well, not enforced anyway!) and you can take the kids in with you so they can get a lemonade while you sup your ale. And people are actually allowed to take responsibility for their own actions. How refreshing!
And all those directives from theReichstag EU commission we are so quick to implement in the UK? The Greeks just ignore them. As one local told me "They can do what they like in Athens. It's not really relevant here."
So what we have in common with the Greeks? Bugger all - the lucky sods!
After all, the Greeks and the Brits are all citizens of
For example, the Greeks didn't want to join the euro but no one asked them either! Ditto the European Constitution. So common ground there already. What else? Well, almost everything in this apartment is home made. Can we say that in Britain? The last rental place I stayed at in England everything was imported - mainly from China I seem to recall.
Smokers here are allowed to kill themselves if they want. No health warnings on their fag packets! They simply wouldn't tolerate it. Fruit and vegetables are odd shapes. No dictate here on the shape of strawberries or the size of tomatoes. They chuck 'em into boxes and you pick what you want. You won't find that in Tesco!
Hours and not regulated (well, not enforced anyway!) and you can take the kids in with you so they can get a lemonade while you sup your ale. And people are actually allowed to take responsibility for their own actions. How refreshing!
And all those directives from the
So what we have in common with the Greeks? Bugger all - the lucky sods!
A Postcard from Greece [3]
Now that we are all one big federal country called the Fourth Reich European Union, I'm drawn to reflect on what makes us all so compatible...
After all, the Greeks and the Brits are all citizens ofGreater Germania Europe, so we must have a lot in common.
For example, the Greeks didn't want to join the euro but no one asked them either! Ditto the European Constitution. So common ground there already. What else? Well, almost everything in this apartment is home made. Can we say that in Britain? The last rental place I stayed at in England everything was imported - mainly from China I seem to recall.
Smokers here are allowed to kill themselves if they want. No health warnings on their fag packets! They simply wouldn't tolerate it. Fruit and vegetables are odd shapes. No dictate here on the shape of strawberries or the size of tomatoes. They chuck 'em into boxes and you pick what you want. You won't find that in Tesco!
Hours and not regulated (well, not enforced anyway!) and you can take the kids in with you so they can get a lemonade while you sup your ale. And people are actually allowed to take responsibility for their own actions. How refreshing!
And all those directives from theReichstag EU commission we are so quick to implement in the UK? The Greeks just ignore them. As one local told me "They can do what they like in Athens. It's not really relevant here."
So what we have in common with the Greeks? Bugger all - the lucky sods!
After all, the Greeks and the Brits are all citizens of
For example, the Greeks didn't want to join the euro but no one asked them either! Ditto the European Constitution. So common ground there already. What else? Well, almost everything in this apartment is home made. Can we say that in Britain? The last rental place I stayed at in England everything was imported - mainly from China I seem to recall.
Smokers here are allowed to kill themselves if they want. No health warnings on their fag packets! They simply wouldn't tolerate it. Fruit and vegetables are odd shapes. No dictate here on the shape of strawberries or the size of tomatoes. They chuck 'em into boxes and you pick what you want. You won't find that in Tesco!
Hours and not regulated (well, not enforced anyway!) and you can take the kids in with you so they can get a lemonade while you sup your ale. And people are actually allowed to take responsibility for their own actions. How refreshing!
And all those directives from the
So what we have in common with the Greeks? Bugger all - the lucky sods!
Rabu, 22 September 2010
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