7 posts tagged “of utter inconsequence”
Utter silliness:
- Put your music player on "random." Skip songs with not-very interesting titles (such as "Concerto #4 in E minor")
- List the titles of the first 25 songs to come up.
- Put "in my pants" after each title.
- Bold the ones that actually made you laugh.
01. Clover over Dover in my pants
02. Me & Julio down by the schoolyard in my pants
03. Acquiesce in my pants
04. The international language of screaming in my pants
05. Basmati in my pants
06. Warm sound in my pants
07. I'm sailin in my pants
08. An audience with the Pope in my pants
09. Rocky, a fake all along in my pants
10. Switching off in my pants
11. The Steward of Gondor in my pants
12. 69 police in my pants
13. Wasted early Sunday morning in my pants
14. Enola/Alone in my pants
15. Hey Joe in my pants
16. Ann don't cry in my pants
17. Horse pills in my pants
18. Doctor Finklestein in the forest in my pants
19. The ride of the Rohirrim in my pants
20. Everything must go in my pants I'M STILL GIGGLING ABOUT THIS ONE
21. You're the reason I'm leaving in my pants
22. The same boy you've always known in my pants
23. Waiting to die in my pants
24. Like a stone in my pants
25. Neon wilderness in my pants
Alison Steadman crossing the road near Whitestone Pond as I walked into Hampstead today.
This is just the best music video ever:
My initial reactions went something like this:
(Minor spoilers and copious exclamation marks follow)
Yay Mickey! Yay Jackieeeee!
Yay Jack!
Yay Sarah Jane!
Yay Martha!
Yay Rose!
Yay Doctors!
YAY! DONNA!!! DOCTOR DONNA!!!
Yay "I can't tell you what I'm thinking right now!"
Yay Donna!
Yay Martha and Mickey joining Torchwood!
Yay Donna!
Yay Rose getting a (sort of) happy ending!
Yay Donna!
Nooooooooooo!!! DONNAAAAAAAAAA!!!
*fires up BBC iPlayer to watch again*
...that the volume on the BBC iPlayer goes up to 11?
Looking through Russell Brand photos on Flickr yesterday and I realise that Trevor Lock, who is sometimes on the radio with him, is the very same Trevor who used to help wheel the Golden Grahams trolley in on This Morning With Richard Not Judy and, among various other things, be regularly mocked by Stuart Lee for having a face the wrong size for his head ("There's this band you might like... they're called the Small Faces").
This makes me happy.
Anything I can associate with This Morning With Richard Not Judy makes me happy, really. Because TMWRNJ was a fabulous program. Shambolic, barmy, occasionally brilliant, sometimes a bit crap, but always very funny. I was about 17 when it was on and to me it all seemed delightfully subversive. I mean, the Fist of Fun blokes? Doing a live Sunday morning show? What sublime insanity was this? I was constantly amazed at the stuff they got away with and part of the fun was that they seemed pretty amazed by it too. It was a very gleeful program. Sometimes, I kind of miss it.
John Hannah in Notting Hill Gate, just as I got off the bus.
