The Medusa Fora

The Duke of Ingmar wrote:Could´ve been the title of an episode from "Monty Python´s flying circus", too.

Haha, that's true. Albeit they probably would have called Genet "le pouf célèbre".
I've read some books by Genet in the last weeks and I can say that I enjoy James blogs as much as I enjoyed Four Hours in Chatila. Thanks, James!


edit: This was surely meant to be a compliment!

The wait prolongs, the expectations soar. Finally, the new instalment sees the light of day! Read about horrid hotels, dulcifying diarists, wine-drinking accordions... and, of course, about A Christmas Stocking With Kittens Peeking out of the Top.

Ok, what's peeking out of new (and really lengthy) installment?
Let me see... Hmm.. Spider's birthday and hand made card? Bloodcurdling peculiarities of Russia touring? Crap hotels? Autograph hunters with impenetrableaccents? Yeah, all of that plus many more!!

Forty-first installment, December 14, 2006:
Scott Walker is Insane. Birmingham to Nottingham

These blogs are fantastic. I know my star has never exactly shone here and I'm likely to be shot down, but I think the link to the blog deserves a higher profile on the homepage. At the top maybe.

They are totally unique and Ive never seen anything ever coming close on other bands websites.

Just my tuppence worth. Now I'll go crawl back under my rock!!

Aw, mom! What did we say?

mothers eh?! another most enjoyable read, thanks!

Friday is here, so... Time for a new dose of superb reading! Learn about striped culinary creations, special fire-prevention methods, streets with gender-problems... and other significant events such as "Emptying Shotguns Into A Dresser".

Thanks once again.

But there's not much better than feeding the ducks. Sad old men of the world unite!

firehazard wrote:But there's not much better than feeding the ducks.

There is fish vs ducks fight watching...

"We were forced to play a defensive pattern all night, Brian."

Genius!

In this chapter of the BlogueMahone we learn of Gran-Nan's nicknames, glass floors, a sleeping Joey, strong drink, death of friends, all mixed in with friends and family polite enough not to mention that a show went horribly awry.

Read it all in "We were forced to play a defensive pattern all night, Brian."

soulfinger wrote:"We were forced to play a defensive pattern all night, Brian."

It would be remiss of me not to point out that it was I who said this, not Darryl.

philipchevron wrote:

soulfinger wrote:"We were forced to play a defensive pattern all night, Brian."

It would be remiss of me not to point out that it was I who said this, not Darryl.

I blame the cat ('round my house the cat is always blamed for any unpleasantness).

DzM wrote:I blame the cat ('round my house the cat is always blamed for any unpleasantness).

Same here. The cat obviously travels far...

philipchevron wrote:

soulfinger wrote:"We were forced to play a defensive pattern all night, Brian."

It would be remiss of me not to point out that it was I who said this, not Darryl.

That's weird. It's the sort of thing that I can imagine both Philip and Darryl saying, in equal measure, but my notebook says it was Daz. He must have heard it from Philip, saw me about to scribble something down, and couldn't miss the opportunity. This sort of behaviour is called goal-hanging.