Are you one of those brooding coolios who know it all about Madchester and The Smiths? Do you hang out with people who actually flew the Atlantic to have their photograph taken outside Salford Lads Club and to feel the pain that made Joy Division write all those miserable fucking songs? Are you that brilliant that the thought of a Joy Division t-shirt with a picture of Mark E Smith on it provokes a wry grin and a sudden onset of angst for the days you could smoke Woodbines while walking through Prestwich Clough discussing who’s caved in to heroin and who hasn’t, this post-ironic Madchester mashup t-shirt might be for you! Read the rest of this entry »
Just recently someone I know said to me, “I worry that I’ll be anxious all the time.”
This preposterously cyclical symptom of life in modern society came the day it was announced (by a completely unscientific source) that antidepressants make peoples’ faces “droopy”. Read the rest of this entry »
A Christian website complained recently that a lot of bands name themselves after reproductive organs or functions. So I got to wondering, how many can I personally rhyme off myself without consulting the Bands Named After Genitals Guide? Here are the ones that sprung to mind (some of them are named after sex toys which themselves are prosthetic sexual organs/functions). Of course the main reason for doing this is the fact I’m an attention-seeking fuckwad with the sense of humor one would expect in a 13 year old boy. (Which isn’t bad seeing as I’m actually 11) Turns out there are quite a few but the Buzzcocks and Magazine aren’t among them…though the latter should be, in my opinion. Read the rest of this entry »
Make Architects have designed a futuristic underground carbon neutral home for Manchester United’s tash-sporting Gary Neville. That’s right, you can take it to the bank, I ain’t having you on. The lad from Bury, who looks like he’d be more at home eating a black pudding in some dive of a pub off The Rock, is to live in an amazing single-level home with expansive views of the surrounding countryside and its assorted wonders. The kitchen will be the focus of the spanking new home, surrounded by several petal-shaped wings bearing names such as eat, relax, entertain, work, sleep and play. Read the rest of this entry »
When I was at college I was fortunate enough to become acquainted with Lynne Margulis, one of the pre-eminent scientists of our time. Margulis is known for the Theory of Endosymbiogenesis. In short, this is a theory that describes how the complex life-forms on the planet were formed from much simpler ones – single-celled creatures that, by one means or another, fused, physically and in most cases genetically to a predator, host, or symbiont. The chloroplast of plants were once free-living single-celled organism. Mitochondria were also. The undulipodia that propel living things were once spirochete bacteria that were slowly incorporated into larger, more complex organisms over millions, if not billions, of years. Read the rest of this entry »
These Aussie kids are radical as fuck are they not? They make your average white American suburban housing development native look like the lamest cocksuckers on the face of the planet. Never mind, there’s always our preoccupation with make believe to see us through, right?
One look at that death swing, slung up there on a dizzying crag, is enough to get the sphincter throbbing with adrenalin-induced horror. Watch this vid and see the young chick who come to have a go. Fuck it, if she’s doin’ it, I’m doin’ it…
Last year Chelsea captain John Terry was outed as a dickless transvestite by the British media, but this week the John Terry closet full of rotten skeletons took a turn for the worse. It appears that Terry does actually have a cock, but unfortunately he lost the manual when he obtained it, with emphasis on the “man” part of that word. With the recent not-at-all-surprising news that Chelsea’s John Terry is even more of a snide scumbag weasel than we already knew he was, come further disgusting details. This week, despite trying to place a gag order on the media, Terry was exposed as a two-faced fucking wanker who shags his mates’ birds, gets them pregnant then pays for a sly abortion. At least that’s what he did to his supposed “best mate” Wayne Bridge, after Bridge was trusting enough to turn his back on tartbag Terry for two seconds. But a larger question looms: with all this dirty shagging he’s been doing without heed of his own family’s wellbeing, has John Terry fathered even more children with famous footballers’ WAGs? Read the rest of this entry »
I couldn’t help but laugh at this excellent compilation. Why didn’t I think of this? Never mind apes, these monkeys provide more than their weight in gold as far as humour is concerned…From SuperTremendous, here are the Fifty Funniest Monkey Pictures of All Time.
In a dream come true (almost) scenario, the American Apparel Co. are looking for the best arse in the world to model their latest line in arse coverings. This consists of a website dedicated to having girls the world over submit photos of their arses, and you – yes you! – the public, will decide which arse is fit to represent. The pics are being added in real time, so whenever you look at the site you’ll see a new arse, submitted by some lovely young thing staring you right in the face. Fuckin’ A.
Get a load of this insane video shot in Croydon, which as any English person knows, is the penultimate arsehole of the universe…by Jesus this old battleaxe gives this pisshead the full monty though…
