Showing posts with label Ru Paul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ru Paul. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Ru Paul's BOTS


Well hey kitty gurlllllllll ... if, like us, you're addicted to Ru Paul's Drag Race, then you might have been there in January, hunched over a computer refreshing your browsers in a bid to snare a ticket for Ru Paul's Battle of the Seasons extravaganzaaaaaaa.

They sold out back then but the live circus, chaired by Ru Paul side kick, best friend and series judge Michelle Visage, only rolled into (Kentish) town just da other week, spearheaded by some of the best queens from the show. We'd stumped up the 50 notes to witness series winners such as Jinkx Monsoon and Sharon Needles do their thing. Was it worth it? The jury is still out...

If you're unaware, the series is loosely based on America's Top Model, but instead of aspiring fashion fans, you've got drag queens, all with the same quivering vibes, neuroses and insanity of their more straight-laced counterparts. Presented by Ru Paul, the telly show pits these egos against each, with every season dreaming up increasingly unhinged challenges and battles. So what did we learn from two hours in the company of Ru Paul's queens?

Where's Ru dude? 

Ru ain't here. His presence is felt throughout the thumping soundtrack, voice-overs, interviews and vibe. But without him ... gah ... apparently it take a LOT of money to get him on a plane...

Michelle Visage has 'new tits'

Visage acted as compere and in house motor mouth for the night. When she wasn't banging on about her 'new tits' (her words), she was yabbering on about what great mates she is with Ru. Then singing a turn. Then talking about her time on Big Brother. She's fucking nuts mannnnnnn...  

Sharon Needles had a cat - and now she doesn't

Needles is the edgiest, most out there of all the queens on the tour. Her participation involved doing a rendition of Space Oddity dressed as Bowie and dedicating it to her recently passed cat. RIP Cerrone.

Anastacia has still got it

Anastacia, the American singer songwriter, was brought on by Michelle Visage for a rendition of I'm Outta Love. She absolutely smashed it.

Fleur East has never had it

X-Factor winner and squeaky clean lobotomised pop star Fleur East was wheeled on stage for a version of the Snatch Game, a comedy sequence from the show. She quietly chuckled her way through it before having to say the word 'dildo'. Terrible.

Everyone has an album - and it's out on iTunes now

While the queens are best known for their drag, it also seems that to sustain a career, you need to have a record available now on iTunes. We didn't come here for the music. We came for the hi-jinx...

Jinkx is the talent

While some of the other queens were guilty of camping it up in a 'we're at GAY on a Saturday night', Jinkx Monsoon and Sharon are the ones with the talent. We'll be checking the former at the Soho Theatre this April. Expect more vibes from the frontline then...

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Champagne or gelato?


The last few months have been such a vibe that we've barely had time to stop and take a moment for it to sink in. Here are some of the big and bouncy bits...

Greenpeace bear

Essential reading

Sarma Beyti - note inclusion of sarma

#butt

#cunt

Ru Paul is a wise, wise, wise queen

Our ends

Our disgusting dirty bath

Mouth vibes

Hairy
Standard Thursday night in the Marquis - eight pints of this

skat scene
Those you encounter when drinking in Hackney

Nob eyes

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Let's get the band back together


Work has been all consuming of late but at the same time we've been keeping it totally real out there on the streets. And in the front room. We got the breville back out, got a discount trifle, helped keep the local businesses afloat (Super Kebab and the Marquis of Lansdowne - I'm looking at you), caught Golden Teacher at Birthdays and bought a shit load of onions. Here are some of the most dazzling moments...
Guess who's back

Nine of your five a day

Trifling with trifle

A celebration of the mallard

You know it's all true

Leon breakfast pot - went in on the double egg business

45 onions - and wurt? 

He's coming for you Great Britain

Sunday, 18 January 2015

It's hard to soar like an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys


The end of 2014 disappeared in a blizzard of beers and nocturnal hi-jinks. We've managed to balance a healthy new found love of drag with a relentless quest for the ultimate fried breakfast and beige meal. As you can tell from some of these images from the fag end of last year, beige can come in a wide range of shapes and sizes. You need to check yourself before you wreck yourself. 

The last breakfast at Berners Street

Wombling
Hello mrs bones
London' poppies
Fish fingers and feta together at last
Doing a Mary Berry
Healthy kick
Morph
Kedgeree flex
Ace Hotel hype
Living the life
espresso martinied
A beige feast of disgusting proportions
balloons
Our office is so fly we don't even have kettles
Mummy!
It's cold outside
happiness
posh offal
Peaches watching Ru Paul's Drag Race

sauerkraut
Watching a fish take a long, striingy dump

Fam

do your bit
Best friends