French & Saunders LIVE

Last night, I saw French & Saunders live show. We didn't have the best seats, but it was awesome to see them live, even if the show lacked the any really big laughs and was mostly bit and pieces from their show over the last 30 years, performed live.

None the less, it is their first (and last) ever tour of Australia, and I'm certainly glad I caught their act.

Now for the highlights:

Classy Coffee Table #2

If I do nothing on this blog except post photos of ugly coffee tables I see on Ebay, would you hold it against me? It's about as inspired as I get these days.

If you thought the Hippo table was classy, then feast your eyes on this stunning piece of beautiful craftsmanship. Please note the bowl with lid fixture held in the Dragon's left hand. Perfect for holding snacks whilst entertaining friends.

It was listed at an opening bid of $350.00. 

For reasons I can't fathom, there was 0 bids, and the item remained unsold. 

Do You See What I See?

Does anybody else see what (I thought) I saw on this MSN homepage link?

Tuck FAIL

You're A Superstar, At The Gay Bar

I had totally forgotten about this song. Probably for a very good reason.

They just played it on the radio station we listen to in the office. I just know I will be singing it for the remainder of the day. 

Join me, won't you?

Right Of Reply

Classy Coffee Table

Ever wanted to bring a little African safari into your gracious drawing room? Are you opposed to taxidermy, yet still want to openly display your love of wild, exotic animals? Of coarse you do.

Then I have found the coffee table of your dreams, on Ebay.

As "Shazza" the seller says: "What a talking piece to have in your lounge/sitting room!"  Your not wrong there, Shazza, not wrong at all.

Currently sitting at $189 with 0 bids. Don't delay, you only have one day & 2 hours left to win this gorgeous addition to your home.

Go HERE to bid right now, and thank me later.

On Face Value

Any one that reads this blog (assuming, of coarse, that people would do such a thing) would know that I have a love/hate relationship with Madonna. I used to worship her as a god, before the granny crouch thrusting, striving for relevance, Kaballahrama, 'the light' and suddenly very crap music drove me to seek out less pretentious and more deserving idols.

That was until I stumbled across Pud Whacker's Madonna Scrapbook and suddenly found myself conflicted, while rediscovering (and re-loving) the Madonna of years gone by. Mr Whacker (?) has a great collection of rare photos, magazine scans, interviews and newspaper clippings.

I will leave you with one of my favourites. The eighties were so cruel, none of us left unscathed.

A Picture Tells A Thousand Words

And I thought my family was dysfunctional.

These guys are like a real life version of a John Waters film. Dad's a creepy priest who only wears short shorts, Son's a homicidal maniac with blatant mother 'issues', Daughter's an obvious whorebag that sniffs glue in her spare time and Mum is blissfully unaware that they are 'different' thanks to her valium haze.

Please join me in laughing at others misfortune over at Awkward Family Photos.

I (HEART) Pot Psychology

My Saturday mornings aren't complete until I have watched the latest episode of Pot Psychology.

What Does "Power Bottom" Mean? from Pot Psychology on Vimeo.

Outbid ME And DIE, BITCHES!!!

With the risk of sounding semi-retarded and more than a little backward, I shamefully admit that I have only this week discovered the pure joy that is Ebay.

Ofcoarse I knew of it's existence (I'm not that out of touch), I just had a preconceived notion that it was a bunch a sad tragics selling tacky animal porcelain figures, and horny nerd-virgins, trading Star Wars memorabilia. And while not completely unfounded, turns out they are just the tip of the iceberg, that is Ebay.

I was lost, but now I'm found. There is so much crap I don't need, but desperately want, right at my finger tips, the world is now my shopping mall. I'm never leaving the house or sleeping ever again, I shall spend my days and nights making modest bids, clicking the 'refresh' icon and pissing in the empty Red Bull bottles that will litter my desk until the bargains are all mine. ALL MINE I TELLS YA!

I never knew I was so dangerously and deliriously competitive. BITCHES OUTBIDDING ME MUST DIE, AND ROT IN HELL FOR ALL OF ETERNITY. Because of them, I'm yet to win any of my new fancies.

Ebay is my new religion, my new addiction, my everything.

UPDATE: SUCK IT, BITCHES, I JUST WON MY FIRST AUCTION.

Ronaldo's Bulge Patrol

Under the circumstances, I think it would be rude to not have a lingering leer.