Pics-ing Englands arse.

I thought i'd finally do a small picture post on the "New look" blog... It's only been eight months after all.

I took some snaps around (Tr)Ashford.
They are of Ashford.













"Why do you call it Trashford C.J? Because it's full of chavs..."

How to NOT make fake radio.

Hello you lot!

Today I want to talk about some sensitive news stories.
It's very rare that I ever have a moment of any kind of mental conflict over whether or not I should say something. I like to think of myself as an example of uncomplicated straight shooting. I like to think that in my part time job I display the kind of calm hand to my findings that a medical professional might find when faced with a Zebra.
However, A short time ago on a certain brilliant podcast I was faced with two news stories.
Two stories that in the same way as a certain website that will not be named on here, I could "See but not un-see".

What is the proper solution to this quandary?

You decide.

The first of the stories that shouldn't have ever been touched with a barge pole on any kind of comedy show was the tradgic story of the Georgian luger killed in a practice run at the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics.

The old idiom of "Tragedy plus time equals funny." is not ever something I have ever had in the forefront of my mind. More so the ongoing selfishness of the singular thought of: "Do I find this amusing?" is my mental mistress in these cases.

It was during the recording of Session 29 - Boobs that I cracked wise about a man that had been dead only a mere 4 days.

I did not only call the deceased olympian a twelve year old, my killer line was: "Save it for the final though right?"

WOW! When read stark like that I sound like a proper cunt. I seriously recommend, without sounding like a complete fucking sellout that you download Session 29 (by clicking the link and right click on the title of the post and "save link as") to really drink in that inflection. It is after all the inflection that will allways give away your sincerity on a subject but will also really sell a solid punch line.

I think that it was a well executed line.

Much like the carefully edited next story.

Saudi Girl of 12 fighting to divorce her husband of 80 years.

Whaaaaaat?

I'm sorry, for a second there I thought that I read about a story that put my view of the world as some kind of civilised culmination of technological brilliance back about two hundred years.

Oh wait, that's exactly what it is.

Is this appropriate fodder for what some people will view as "Wacky wacky British comedy hour"?

No.

Again, I saw the horrific vomit inducing news story, But I couldn't un-see it.

Did we tackle the subject correctly?

I don't know.

But I will leave you with just this one missive.

I'm not smart enough to quake a system of media hell bent on spreading misery with a simple pun or poorly constructed joke.

When recording I am mostly drunk enough to rip the piss out of a system of media hell bent on spreading misery with a simple pun or poorly constructed joke.

With that in mind, why not try it yourselves with some professional advice from a podcast that is not as good as two blokes, drinking beer and talking shit week after week.
The one and only Cabin Fever:







"Water on the brain eh?"