Writer // Podcaster // Burlesque Compère // Fool.
‘Orange Claw Hammer’ by Frank Zappa & Captain BeefheartMy dad spent years trying to get me ‘into’ Beefheart. This song was the one that finally worked.
[Insert obvious gag here]
Sitting up straight…
1970s Warp Zone Café
Slices of life. Albeit one more exciting than mine.
A good gag is always worth a photo.Even bad gags are.
Dear USA: thanks, but no thanks.
Its Christmas for condenser mics too, you know.
Don’t mind us, we’re just a couple of idiots drilling through the same balcony we’re standing on.
Can anyone honestly say that their life hasn’t been touched by clogs?
Come to West Yorkshire’s famed Brontë country! See the famous Brontë graves! Ride in the famous Brontë taxi!
No, of course I’m facile enough to pose for this.
I have literally no idea - not even the faintest inkling - of how a plant like this even grows.
The owner of the scrapyard down the road does not welcome dogs as customers, and is not afraid of announcing it.
Why advertising sucks *and* blows at the same time, encapsulated in one image.
Suck that, Piet Mondrian.
Oranges (hidden inside limes).
No, it doesn’t make sense to me, either.
Who’s got the herb(s)?
Europe, Endless (-ly good beer)