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Monday, 7 January 2013

Bonfire of the Vanities

Big shit has been going down these last few months as these images testify. From fat pies to flaming cocktails, the last quarter of 2012 had it all in the spades...

Melton Mowbray pie

Duck

Very, very sexeh

Born to fish, forced to work

Legend

Mancunian flaming cocktails

Classy crisps

Fish, wings and tings - Stand up

Catching bears

Call me the lord

Beatles rock band late night sessions

Blisters from Beatles rock band

On the clipper

Water flex

Pon de cable car

The perfect egg

Predator head style chicken

Go Karting crew go hard

The largest pork scratching in the world

Nasi Goreng

The Toddla T Sound@the 100 Club

The 100 Club on Oxford Street is a venue saturated in rock and roll history, tales and mischief - which makes it slightly surprising that Toddla T showed off his new 'live' show featuring the vocal skills of Shoala Ama, MC DRS and Serocee at the venue. While the sounds of the Sex Pistols and the Rolling Stones previously reverberated against it's walls, Toddla day-glo dancehall pop sat slightly incongruously amid all the heritage and nostalgia. But no matter, the 'Sound' did their schtick on stage to a group of youngish looking mid-week ravers. And rave they did. We stood near the back feeling very elderly and under-dressed for such a showing. You can watch footage of the set below...

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Bristol crew going in

Great fry ups and great parties - if that's all a bro got, then he got something good going on. Our recent autumnal jolly to Bristol had two of the best we'd nommed on for some time.

After a Friday night tanning lagers in some of the city's seedier watering holes, a suitably sumptuous plate of greasy treats was required to soak up the bubbles. And lo, it was delivered with clean cut authority and eaten with wide eyed wonder. The dish was a life ring to a drowning man with black pudding was so good it could have been beamed in from space.

GOOSE NIGHT was the evening after where some preposterous tapas was taken care of by our collective mouths. Confit of goose and quince must have been two of the ponciest food stuffs to get stuck between these teeth. But eating was followed by a classic rave in the downstairs of an Indian restaurant with Amsterdam house dude Young Marco. He provided a healthy slice of drugs music for the basement to shake to which saw us up until first light and only getting once it had gone dark on the Sunday. Nice one Bristol crew...

This one is a definite bangggeerrrrr....

Shithead

M&S lager

One of the best

Deep fried oysters innit

Quince

Nice one ring

Young Marco

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Looking over Jeremy Beadle's grave

Graveyards can make for plenty of laughs and a salubrious day jaunt if you can keep the constant reminders of our impending mortality at bay. Highgate Cemetery is a classic burial ground although it feels perverse to surround yourself with bones which emphasise how our time on les planet is but a blink in the eyes of the universe.

The great, the good, the high and low brow are all buried in Highgate - the big draw is the opulent headstone of Karl Marx although for us the more modest grave of Jeremy Beadle, "curator of oddities", held the most appeal. We visited on a crisp autumn day and ran in past the odd old lady in the welcome booth at the front of the cemetery by shouting "RIP Beadle". She was confused but n'er mind - RIP Beadle indeed.

Karl Marx

George Eliot

Patrick Caulfield

Beadle - from a distance

Man and woman vs. Turkey

Holidaying in Turkey in October is a look - it's an even bigger look when you go all-inclusive. We went to Oludeniz to Club Sun City for an entire week on this flex (both for the first time in our puny little lives) and felt like king and queen of the resort. We anticipated ropey spirits and crisps - instead we received efes on tap, grilled fish twice a day, more efes, scally juice (amaretto and coke), cigs, kebabs, eggs - it was glorious and made even more entertaining by the vast array of scally families on site. Mums would plonk themselves on the lounger and dads at the bar while kids were left to roam around looking for kicks. Watching these oddly shaped families, predominantly from the North West, destroy themselves on cheap booze and descend into disarray was a sight to behold.

Our time in Olu deniz was a total vibe. Learning back gammon, having a Turkish shave (the barber resembled Bob from Twin Peaks and even smoked out the nose hair) and eating fish were all moments. As well as the heat. In October. We (predictably) made friends with the bar keeps including one gentleman who became known as 'Teethy' due to his discoloured fangs. He was kind enough to try and get us to use the life-threateningly dangerous service lift in the kitchen rather than the stairs when it rained. What a gent. Props to Teethy and Club Sun City for making our stay such a special one...