Friday, 19 November 2010
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Saturday, 13 November 2010
The Guardian - Michael Holden's All Ears 13th November
No nice animals were harmed in the making of this image.
(only a few nasty ones)
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/nov/13/michael-holden-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
The morning after Halloween, the local pub's landlady was up a ladder, dismantling extensive decorations from the weekend, while one of the hardcore locals, a guy of around 65, finished a pint and looked up from his newspaper.
Man "Can I have another?"
Woman (from up on the ladder) "Help yourself."
He moved behind the bar, poured a drink and sat down again.
Man (looking at his beer) "I'm gonna stop drinking."
Woman "Why?"
Man (joking – but not entirely) "It says in the paper it's worse than crack. I reckon I'm gonna get into crack, go up a crackhouse."
Woman "Good luck."
Man "I reckon it's cheaper."
Woman "It won't be any cheaper than that – you ain't paid."
She came down carrying a decorative witch's cat and bunch of fake webs.
Man "That looks like my cat."
Woman (shocked) "You have a cat?"
Man "It's a bit feral. It follows me to the other pub, starts meowing, all that. So I feed it this and that. But then it goes off on a killing spree. Eats anything."
Woman "What like?"
Man "The other day it got a squirrel, then it walked past the pub with its tail sticking out of its mouth, trying to get it down. My mate, you know him, he's in a bad way. He thinks it's got two tails. It rattles him, he can't figure it out. Thinks he's imagining it."
Woman "And?"
Man "He's gone to rehab."
Woman "You didn't tell him?"
Man "Didn't want to break the spell."
Woman (fetching down more occult trinkets) "Fair enough."
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
'unwelcome space jazz'
Was just listening to Brian Eno on the wireless talking about imaginary musical genres...I'd love to hear some unwelcome space jazz!
(see also 'random thud' http://stevemaystuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/musical-genres-1-random-thud.html)
Labels:
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Saturday, 6 November 2010
The Guardian - Michael Holden's All Ears 6th November
Yep! I'm available for tattoos & children's parties too!
- the knuckle tattoo 'toys' hails from a situation in a Brighton bar where upon being ejected from the premises by the door security the ejectee turned to said bouncer, held his fists up & loudly exclaimed 'What do you think these are?!? F*CKING TOYS??!?!'
Anyway, article follows shortly...
(Article by Michael Holden)
I was on a bus one evening as it stopped by the local fair. A man
boarded, came and sat upstairs directly in front of me, although we
were the only passengers. He looked a lot like someone who might work
at the fair, although I always thought having access to a vehicle
would be one of the perks of such employment. Either way, he was up on
the bus when he started talking, initially to himself, facing his
reflection in window.
Man 1 “I wish this driver would hurry up. I’ve only had two hours
sleep. I did nine hours on the rides. Can’t be strapping kids in if
I’m tired. Health and safety. Health and safety! Can’t sleep. Can’t
sleep in that room. Full of car boot stuff…every weekend. I’m gonn
have to have a word with her. And the spare room. She won’t shift it.
Every weekend…more and more.”
At the next stop a man got on with his young son, who was holding a
massive blue bear, the sight of which was enough to nudge the first
man from his monologue.
Man 1 “Been to fair?”
Man 2 “Yeah.”
Man 1 (addressing the kid) “Win that, did you?”
Kid (proudly) “Yeah.”
Man 1 “I’ll tell you how clean them bears.”
Kid “How?”
Man 1 “ What you want is a polythene bag full of bicarb. Like a
carrier bag. Stick the bear in and shake it up, give it a good shake.
It’ll come out good as new. It works better if you got a few of them.”
Kid “Bags?”
Man 1 “Bears.”
Man 2 (to his son) “You remember that now.”
Man 1 “You’ll have to go back and win some more.”
Man 2 “Yeah. We will”
Kid “Really?”
Man 2 “Maybe.”
Good luck, I thought. Just keep an eye on who’s strapping you into the rides.
Labels:
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Michael Holden,
steve may,
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