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Proud to be Irish

Some of you may have heard of an RTE commissioned show called Fade Street which attempted to recreate the success of the ‘Hills’ franchise, itself a ‘fly on the wall’ series in which pampered, super-rich Californian teens lay around discussing relationships and like, stuff.

Of course whenever we Irish try to emulate the sexy glamour of our cousins across the pond the results are invariably as cringe inducing as they are hilarious. So it was with gleeful abandon we tuned into Fade Street expecting the worst. What we got was painfully unamusing, semi-aware posturing. A bunch of vapid, hyper-stylized dolly girls that may as well have been reading off cue cards, failing to convince the great unwashed audience that an elite circle of Dublin socialites were pissing it up like the Celtic Tiger was still in full swing.

The good news is with the advent of social networking you needn’t bother tuning into the show to observe the banality. Just log onto Facebook and wait for amusing status updates:


Everything is a remix Part 3 is out

Excellent series by Kirby Ferguson pointing out that pretty much everything in existence is an old idea that has been recycled. Where was this guy when you were having all those potentially violent arguments with your shortsighted mate who stubbornly maintained that house music, techno, hip-hop etc. was not ‘real’ music??

Everything is a Remix Part 3 from Kirby Ferguson on Vimeo.

See part 2 where Star Wars is revealed as nothing more than one long theatrical mash-up of loads of other, better movies.


Best ebay auction ever: My ex Brother-in-Law’s shit record collection Part Two

So this actually went proper viral and was even in The Sun apparently, which is of course a hall mark of all things relevant and meaningful. But it turns out ebay didn’t appreciate this kind of attention and the auction was subsequently taken down because of bad language and /or the fact that the items were not belonging to the guy who put them up, depending on which bbs forum you are following. Anyway, here is the full text of the auction itself in all it’s vitriolic glory:

“You are bidding on a collection of 50 (approx) 12″ singles and LPs of crap music.

My sister found these in her attic last weekend, where they has been sat gathering dust for the last couple of decades. They used to belong to her ex-husband, who is one of the biggest arseholes ever to draw breath. I never liked the wanker, and based my initial antipathy towards him on his taste in music. Not to put too fine a point on it, he was that most contemptible form of pond life, a Jazz Funker. This meant that as well as shit taste in music, he had appalling taste in clothes too. Pringle jumpers, pleated Farrahs, shoes that looked like pasties, white socks, revolting shirts and a comical wedge-cut hairdon’t. Add to this 80s fashion horrorshow a Ford Capri and Super Mario-style moustache underlining his bulbous nose, and you get an object lesson in twatdom. No wonder Northern Soul fans (and everyone else) treated the Jazz Funk fans with sneering comntempt.

I couldn’t comprehend what on earth my usually sensible sister could possibly see in the pillock. In vain I pleaded with her to send him packing. My argument that his hankering for Earth Wind & Fire records and attendance at soul weekenders made him a poor choice of mate was waved away as the rantings of a callow youth. She felt my reasoning was unsound.

Reader, she married him.

He made her life miserable for a few years with his moping, moody belligerence (and playing horrendous records like these). He told her lies and generally behaved like a platinum c*nt. Then he dumped her for his mistress when my sister was four months pregnant.

It’s now nearly 20 years later and I would still like to take a meat tenderizer to his face. But his most horrendous crime, worse than wiring up my granny’s shower so it was electrically live, worse even than his infidelity or the awful way he treated my sister, was the fact that he actually liked the abomination known as Jazz Funk. Here is the evidence. What a bastard.

Well, I suppose I’d better tell you what’s for sale, though why you would actually want to own this dreck is beyond me. It’s basically music for people who have a deep-seated hatred of music and want to inflict their pain on the world. But here goes nothing.”

Then there’s a table containing the entire collection, neatly compiled into formats, followed by:

“I mean, Shakatak for ****s sake. What a prick. And surely he must have realised that buying anything by Shalimar would open him up to ridicule. Even those bands’ mothers couldn’t bear to listen to that stuff. I know I couldn’t. None of this is play graded, only visually. I just could not bring myself to dirty my stylus with this bollocks.

Boring stuff: – I grade conservatively, particularly when I don’t like the records. Don’t ask me to split this lot. You buy it, you buy all of it and pay the shipping. I’m not keeping it in my house any longer than strictly neccessary. For the same reason, no returns. I don’t want it back. Shipping in UK is £15 because the weight is approx 10kg . I’m willing to ship overseas at cost, but it’s likely to be expensive (maybe £45 in europe) and frankly this crap isn’t worth the stamps. If you want to collect from Croydon, that’s OK but I will look at you with a contemptuous sneer as you stand in my doorway, proving by your purchase that you are tone deaf and tasteless.

Good luck, and God help you for liking this drivel.”


Best ebay auction ever: My ex Brother-in-Law’s shit record collection

Revenge is a dish best served up online where there is always the chance it will go viral. This lad avenges his sister, who’s vagabond husband abandoned her while she was four months pregnant to go off galavanting with his bit on the side, by putting his dusty old disco records up for auction complete with the philandering cad’s list of crimes against humanity which include nearly electrocuting his granny, dressing like a prick and worst of all: being a jazz funk knob head.

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/290570522953#ht_1669wt_1179

‘Platinum cunt’ that he was, he clearly had pretty good taste in music:

ARTIST A B Label No Comment Year Condition (visual)
Beggar & Co (Somebody) Help me out b/w Rising Sun Ensign ENYT201 1981 VG++
Bob James Sign of the times b/w Westchester Lady ; Tappan Zee CBS 1608 1981 VG
Central Line Nature Boy (full version) b/w Nature Boy (83 mix) ; You’ve said enough Mercury MERX131 PS 1983 VG++
Change Searching b/w Angel in my pocket WEA K79156 Company bag 1980 VG+, small WOL
Chi Lites feat Gene Record Have you seen her b/w Super mad (about you baby) 20th Centry Fox 2481 1980 NM
David Joseph You can’t hide (your love from me) b/w You can’t hide (acapella/Instr) Island 121S101 PS 1983 NM
Debra Laws On my own b/w Long as we’re together Elektra 12529 1981 VG++
Eddy Grant Do you feel my love b/w Symphony for Michael, opus 2 Ensign 4512 Company Bag 1980 VG++
Eddy Grant Can’t get enough of you b/w Neighbour Neighbour ; Time Warp Ensign ENYT207 Company bag 1981 Ex
Fantastic Four Bring Your own Funk (BYOF) b/w Sexy lady (remix) Atlantic LV14 1978 NM
Galaxy feat Phil Fearon Dancing Tight (dancemix) b/w Dancing Tight (instr) Ensign 12ENY501 Co bag 1983 Ex
Gap Band Burn Rubber on Me (Why you wanna hurt me) b/w Nothin’ Comes to Sleepers Mercury MERX52 PS 1980 VG+
Heatwave Gangsters of the groove b/w Someone Like you GTO GT13 285 1980 Ex
Johnny Bristol Love no longer has a hold on me b/w Til I See you again Ariola Hansa AHAD567 1980 VG++
Kid Creole & Coconuts I’m a wonderful thing (baby) b/w Table manners (remix) ZE 12WIP 6756 PS 1982 VG++
Level 42 Love Games (full length ver) b/w Forty two Polydor POSPX234 1981 VG+
Light of the World Time (remix) b/w I’m So happy Mercury MERX64 PS 1980 VG++
Light of the World I shot the sheriff (ext mix) b/w Painted Lady; A new soft song Ensign 4612 Co Bag 1980 VG+ small WOL
Love Unlimited Orchestra Lift your voice and say (united we can in peace live today) b/w My Fantasies Unlimited Gold ULGA 13 1496 1981 VG++
Lynx So This is Romance b/w So This is Romance (Rio mix) Chrysalis 2546 PS 1981 VG-
Machine There but for the grace of God go I b/w Get your body ready RCA PC1456 Co bag 1979 VG++
Melba Moore Love’s comin’ at ya b/w Let’s go back to lovin’ ; Love’s comin’ at ya (instr) EMI America 146 1982 NM
Odessey Inside Out b/w love’s Alright RCA 266 1982 Ex
Patrice Rushen Never gonna give you up (won’t let you be) b/w Don’t blame me Elektra 12494 1980 VG+
Players Association Turn the music up (remixed disco ver) b/w Goin to the disco (remixed disco v Vanguard VSL5011 PS 1979 VG+
Roberta Flack Don’t make me wait too long b/w God Don’t like ugly Atlantic K11555 1979 NM
Seawind What cha doin’ b/w I need your love A&M 7575 1980 Ex
Shakatak Brazilian Dawn  b/w You Never Know Polydor POSPX282 1981 VG
Shalamar Dead Giveaway (ext ver) b/w I don’t wanna be the last to know Solar E9189T PS 1983 Ex
Sharon Redd Never Give you up b/w Beat the Street (instr & vocal) Prelude 13 2755 1982 Ex
Sugarhill Gang Rappers Delight (long version) b/w Rappers Delight (short version) Sugarhill SHL101 1979 VG+
Yarborough & Peoples Don’t stop the music b/w You’re My song Mercury MERX53 1980 VG+
Unlimited Touch I hear music in the streets b/w In the middle Prelude PRL D 605 1980 VG+
Fantasy You’re too late b/w You’re too late (instr) Pavillion 4z8 6408 1980 VG+
Kid Creole & Coconuts Annie I’m not your daddy b/w You had no intention Island 6801 PS 1982 VG+
MFSB Mysteries of the world b/w Manhattan Skyline CBS TSOP 9501 1980 VG++
Kool & the Gang Let’s go dancin’ b/w Stand up and sing De Lite DEX9 PS 1981 Ex
Third World Dancing on the floor (hooked on love) b/w Who gave you (Jah Rastafari) CBS 1214 1981 VG+
Sharon Redd Can you handle it b/w Leaving you is easier said than done Epic 9572  Cobag 1980 VG++
Shakatak Dark is the night b/w I lose myself Polydor POPSX 595 PS 1983 VG+
The Whispers It’s a love thing b/w Girl I need you Solar SOT 16 WOL 1980 VG++
Donald Byrd Love has come around b/w loving you Elektra 12559 1978 VG+
Roberta Flack feat Donny Hathaway Back together again b/w Only heaven can wait Atlantic 11481 1979 VG++

Now the LPs

ARTIST TITLE Label No Year Sleeve Disc Comment
Linx Intuition Chrysalis 1332 1981 No sleev VG
Level 42 World Machine Polydor POLH 25 1985 VG++ Ex two copies!
Earth Wind & Fire Raise CBS 85272 1981 Ex VG
Odyssey hang together RCA 13526 1980 VG++ VG+
Summer Flying Home Touchstone BBT 113 1979 VG++ Ex
Earth Wind & Fire I Am CBS 86084 1979 VG++ VG+
Earth Wind & Fire Best of vol 1 CBS 83284 1978 VG++ VG++

File under Jesus F**king Christ!


Must be something in the water…

Seriously freaky behaviour at the San Siro the other night, like something out of a Lars Von Trier film.


5 ways to improve football

1) Widen the pitches:

Widen the pitches: It is a little known fact that in 1999, Bayern Munich successfully lobbied UEFA to reduce the size of the Nou Camp pitch for their Champions’ League final with Manchester United. The cynical, joyless German bastards. Learning this got us to thinking – would modern football benefit from a widening of all pitches? The general fitness of players nowadays means that technically superior teams can often be held by well organised defensive sides, who press the space in midfield and stop teams ‘playing’, leading to bore-fests galore. Giving flair players more space to work in could lead to a new age of attacking, expressive joyful football. Maybe. Or it’ll just make Barcelona into football’s answer to The Harlem Globetrotters even quicker. Probably.

2) Huge suspensions for cheating:

If football is not going to embrace video technology for important offside/penalty/goal-line decisions (and it looks like it won’t be), disciplinary committees should at least pull their fingers out of their holes and start hitting players with three match bans for these sorts of offences:

Procedures for hitting players with bans for incidents that the referee hasn’t seen are already in place, and the Italian FA – those stalwarts of footballing morality – have recently led the way by handing Juventus player Milos Krasic a two match ban for acting the cunt like this:

3) More man-crying and less actual crying:

This dovetails nicely with number 2. Ever since Gazza (you know the guy; wife beating drunk, friend of Raoul Moat, role model for children everywhere ) let her rip at Italia ’90, the sight of grown men crying on the pitch after a defeat has become commonplace. While this is often extremely funny – reaching it’s apex when John Terry famously missed that penalty in Moscow – the effect it may be having on the moral fibre of growing children must be addressed in this post-metrosexual world. We here at the Beanflicker believe that a concerted campaign to promote man-crying would give kids a credible alternative to weeping like a big fucking sap for the whole world to see. Man-crying, for those who don’t know, involves staring sadly into the middle distance, shaking your head slowly from side to side while sighing occasionally, and maybe biting your lip and putting your hands on top of your head while grimacing. We’ll even let you close your eyes for a bit and wipe away a hint of a tear from your reddening eyes, you big fucking girl. But no fucking blubbing, OK? Generally it’s about bottling up that raw human emotion in order to unleash it later at a completely inappropriate time, like that time when Daddy hit the Under 11s referee with a whiskey bottle. Like a real man!!

BAD

GOOD

4) Coloured goal nets like the ones at Goodison Park:

Because they’re ace.

5) Bullshit….. aaaahh!:

While watching the recent Leicester City vs Manchester City FA Cup tie, we were both amused and nostalgic every time a goal kick was taken by the Premier League team.The home crowd let out a low, rumbling ‘OOOOOHHH……WOOAAAH’ as Joe Hart ran up to the ball, before unleashing a huge, collective ‘BULLSHIT…….AAAAH!!’ as the ball was struck. The point of all this was, of course, to put the lad off… but also because it’s funny in a ‘I have a mental age of 6′ type of way. The kind of humour that appeals to fully grown men who are still slaves to the Saturday afternoon scorelines don’tcha know. This used to be a routine thing for opposition supporters to do all the time in pre-Sky Sports days, but the prawn sandwich brigade and their ilk have gradually phased it out. The campaign to bring it back starts NOW.




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