:: Dogs Die In Hot Cars ::
And Devukhas Die In Hot Offices... It also happens to be the name of
a band, much touted by
Xfm and recently posited by
Wilverine as the "indie band with the silliest name". Personally, I'd go for
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster in that contest...
After our geriatric fan finally bit the dust, there's little respite from the
Hot Hot Heat of my stuffy office. The energy-sapping humidity of the past week or so has hardly set my social whirl to anti-clockwise. Last Friday, the
V&A Village Fete was an amusing start to the weekend. The spectre of a post-modern art-school wankfest was only narrowly avoided, mainly because a sense of
fun pervaded the activities on offer. I won 2 fab books on the tombola;
Tigger had to make do with a
Chupa Chup.
The actual weekend consisted of
libation with
Jude and rotting my innards with carbon-laden
barbecue food. I might as well have been
fucking melons. It is therefore a good thing that I have taken the opportunity to socialise on school nights this week.
Tigger and I unwittingly became part of the
Pete Doherty no-show saga on Tuesday, as bootleg supremo
Lionel Vinyl got lumbered playing an extra long set accompanied by cries of "Where's Pete?" When he played another set at
bAsTaRd last night, various of the assmbled throng (including Mr Vinyl himself) were sporting T-shirts saying:
I WENT TO SEE PETE DOHERTY
AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY DJ
You may notice that even the bAsTaRd flyer picker up on the theme:
And tonight... I'm going to see the winners of the Soho Short Film Festival, but don't think I'll be able to brave the heat of the tube to take part in the 3rd Circle Line Party.
So what else has been going on then? The father of modern photography died. You can see some of Cartier-Bresson's extensive oeuvre here. KitKat has ditched it's slogan for something vaguely similar, but with an extra anodyne twist. I want to know how much they paid for it. And, um, in the b3ta rhyming photoshops challenge, there were some hilarious entries and some just plain silly. My favourite didn't even get a mention...
Regular - cough - readers of this tripe will realise that I have a number of esoteric obsessions. I am delighted to discover that it is possible to access Wikipedia in Kashubian and have engaged in some wordy activities. The all-too easy crossword in the latest edition of Private Eye hardly satisfied my lust for anagrams, so I hunted round until I found this fab site. The crowning glory of this is a page of anagrams of the first four lines of Jabberwocky. That poem now makes more sense for me than it ever did. I had long thought that this was the longest URL - and certainly one of the most amusing. However, it seems that, somewhat predictably, a certain Welsh town's name has been hijacked to claim this record.
And finally... a return to a popular feature of old - amusing search terms which have found this site. These have tailed off a bit recently, but the following collection from the last month or so demonstrates that there's no limit to people's curiosity or general weirdness:
definition buttmunch
ruslana popbitch
percy shelley narcolepsy
savoury ice cream
Tigger acquitted
extreme sport straplines
This has been Devukha. Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and giggle inanely...
