For someone so sniffy about flipping burgers, she really is a massive Whopper. 
Jack Monroe #558 I own a fridge! This is my cooker! Look at my rug! Look at my duvet!
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Guest's all for free money.
It reminds me a lot of Caitlin Moran, whoās also fond of āwackyā metaphors and juxtaposing super mundane stuff with picture postcard twee raunchiness for every single joke and pointless bits of trivia shoehorned in. All āI got out me plum pudding in public!!! Iām madder than a specific shade of pink on a swingerās living room wall! Hohoho!!!ā
Just checked the list - no NY honour for Mx Dr Dr this time.
Surprisingly she wasn't one of the 11 nominated by Truss. Pretty sure the dire potatoes were during the brief tenure of Liz.
Surprisingly she wasn't one of the 11 nominated by Truss. Pretty sure the dire potatoes were during the brief tenure of Liz.
One of my friends used to do a lot of music business type stuff and he thought that it was probably a āfillerā lyric (used in songs temporarily until the lyrics could be written and bunged in) and it just amused whoever to the extent they decided āwhat the duckā and released it.I used to bug my mum about that song when I was a little Frau. "Why would you put a cake outside instead of eating it? How long does it take to bake a cake? Why can't he get the recipe again?"
Metaphors are lost on kids.
He had a record of it sung by Richard Harris (old luvvie actor) which was beautifully terrible. They had to draft in backing singers just to sing the one high note he couldnāt cope with, but the whole song basically sounded like someone not coping
She was a tiny crying little thing, the driver must have thought she was running away! Like a child. Donāt you think sheās like a little poppet, a smol pixie of a thing!
That's just like Pearl jam's Yellow Ledbetter, except Eddie Vedder just recorded a collection of pleasing sounds he now changes at every gig because be can.One of my friends used to do a lot of music business type stuff and he thought that it was probably a āfillerā lyric (used in songs temporarily until the lyrics could be written and bunged in) and it just amused whoever to the extent they decided āwhat the duckā and released it.
He had a record of it sung by Richard Harris (old luvvie actor) which was beautifully terrible. They had to draft in backing singers just to sing the one high note he couldnāt cope with, but the whole song basically sounded like someone not coping
Thompson Twins were on old Top Of The Pops earlier (Xmas 83)
there are no new ideas, just repurposed ones
there are no new ideas, just repurposed ones
I was minding my business...
(Sorry, but with this and the bloody awful poetry, I just had to get him in somewhere!)
Arise, queen, for you have won the Internet today
AKA Billy Liar.
I was watching that earlier and was shocked, shocked to see a band of women in traaazers. Not just traaazers either, full suits, the kind which would have caused a scene at Jackās relatives wedding had a woman worn one.
Perhaps they didnāt have TOTP in Southend in the 80s.
They would have had a conniption, Boy George was on, reminding me of my Nan quipping āyou canāt tell if this one is a fella or a manā in a hilarious self-own incident in Xmas 83
A tiny crying thing you say? Let's ask Dumbledore and Mickey Bricks what they think shall we?
The Richard Harris version is the only one which is vaguely listenable, because, being a luvvie actor, its so over the top as to be hilarious. Anyone trying to do it seriously is dire.One of my friends used to do a lot of music business type stuff and he thought that it was probably a āfillerā lyric (used in songs temporarily until the lyrics could be written and bunged in) and it just amused whoever to the extent they decided āwhat the duckā and released it.
He had a record of it sung by Richard Harris (old luvvie actor) which was beautifully terrible. They had to draft in backing singers just to sing the one high note he couldnāt cope with, but the whole song basically sounded like someone not coping
And the worst line is arguably "between the parted pages and were pressed / in love's hot fevered iron / like a stripƩd pair of pants".
There's a joke in there somewhere about a lettuce and dire potatoes but it eludes me.
The one in the middle is doing a better Cillian Murphy than guest does
Jackās still paying for her blue tick, by the way.
paying for a blue tick on an account she doesn't use. Very economical, much budget.
Not even enough common sense rattling around in her head to hide it
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