Lord – I’ll tell you, if I had one of these HD cameras that shoots in really slow frame rates I’d never get a blimmin pot washed! I could watch a man reading the phone book in HD slo- mo and call for popcorn and a drink, I’ll tell you. Rapt, I am. This here is my latest best one – a Schweppes advert that has me fair pechin’ parched for a swally of anything Schweppes makes. I’m the great Sam Pechin’ Parched for any effervescing beverage, any plain old aerated waters as long as it’s by Sch-you-know-who. See if you don’t feel like towelling off after watching this masterpiece.
Sweet lord above, Scotland is scarce immune to the changing times, it appears – get your fill of this wee chappie (it shouldn’t take long):
Who knew there were such things as Male Barbies? And in Aberdeenshire, o all airts? It’s freezing up there – I shudder to think on his wee nipples the night he wore his shortshorts cowboy look.
God forgive me, this gave me the best laugh I’ve had in ages. I love how the chorus just jumps out like the carny in the mask on the Ghost Train now and again – no real bar count or timing – you’re not ready for it and POW! Out it jumps at you again “It’s so CAAAAWWWLD ina D…” That gets me in the gut every time. And how the lead, er, vocalist, feels it necessary to remind us with two spindly fingers where our “mind” is every single time she says “it’s all on a niggah’s mi-hind” – that’s cash money stage presence right there.
Addendum:I’ve just discovered that TBaby here is a bit of an internet phenom. You can catch her live in a radio station here on Youtube. And you can hear someone interpret her work here. Her story is roughlky outlined in this magazine article from Detroit. Awesome. Latonya Miles. AKA TBaby – we salute you.
As they gaze on endless online footage of fit, bronzed, lascivious young American girls on spring break, getting wild and caning it, do the pale, peroxided girls of Perth, Australia become down at heart? Do they capitulate and throw in the towel saying “genes, their genes are better? Do they ‘eck as like.
A spot of McCarthyism there, from our good friend Sarah. Cheers. It’s plainly the best dance battle ever. The reactions of those around are even funnier than the dancing. Mind you, the dancing is pretty special – that brunette will rue the day she rose to the challenge. Sore knees in the morning though…
Lord – I’ll tell you, if I had one of these HD cameras that shoots in really slow frame rates I’d never get a blimmin pot washed! I could watch a man reading the phone book in HD slo- mo and call for popcorn and a drink, I’ll tell you. Rapt, I am. This here is my latest best one – a Schweppes advert that has me fair pechin’ parched for a swally of anything Schweppes makes. I’m the great Sam Pechin’ Parched for any effervescing beverage, any plain old aerated waters as long as it’s by Sch-you-know-who. See if you don’t feel like towelling off after watching this masterpiece.
