We Are The Goon Squad & We’re Coming to Town

Politics will eventually be replaced by imagery. The politician will be only too happy to abdicate in favor of his image, because the image will be much more powerful than he could ever be. (Marshall McLuhan)

Moschino phone case
CLICKY: Weapon of Choice

Rose, tickled pink, posted the scoop in comments with Frank in the Blue Universe…

Rose's scoop
CLICKY: Praise You

*Indeed, Clicky. Day after day, Frank, Rose, Harley, MJM and the rest of the commentators there debunk the lies that spew forth from the cancer-licking lips of the Anti-Tobacco Brigade… Nazi inspired lies that fall directly into the cauliflower ears of politicians.

Btw, I liked your response*

Clicky frames the issue
CLICKY: Right here, right now

Trashy-Flashy-Fun at Moschino AW16

Only Jeremy Scott could take a cue from a puritanical 1490s Florentine mobs and come up with ball gowns spliced with biker jackets, complete with singed edges and, at points, smoke rising out from their bustles.

The scene for his show was the destruction of decadence: his guests sat on plush velvet armchairs and chaise longues, in the centre of the space crumbled smashed-up chandeliers, crushed instruments and blitzed art work, an appropriation of that dark night, the so-called Bonfire of the Vanities, where the Renaissance ideology was viciously and literally attacked, with its progressive objects of beauty destroyed by arch conservatism.

Moschino1
CLICKY: The Joker

 

One Model Was Actually On Fire
Yup, Anna Cleveland’s tulle prom dress left a trail of white smoke billowing behind her as she walked. Other girls’ gowns had also been burned and tattered to shreds. All very derelicte, wouldn’t you say Zoolander?
Moschino 2
CLICKY: Gangster Tripping

Warning: Fashion kills

Asked how he chooses his themes, Scott was simplistic in his response. “I was thinking about cigarettes and people’s addiction to fashion,” he said. “I don’t ever really dissect and wonder why I’m doing it. I just do it and put it out there.” Point and shoot.

 

 

Moschino 3
CLICKY: Sunset

 

Moschino 4
CLICKY: Rocking Skank

*Fuck /BEEP me… Fucking /BEEP beautiful, Clicky! Have a Song 😀 *

 

Sex Ed Up… Wicked Dipper

Today the LoL brings the tale of when Two Be Cums One…

*Okay strange, dolphin-like sidekick of mine, cue Song.*

*Spicy! Ready, Clicky?  /clears throat…*

‘A secondary school in Southend has come under fire after it announced a new initiative to combine sexual education with politics.’

*Combining sex and politics… that’s bound to end well, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Come on, hit us with it.*

Dont Pull Out

*An EU flag covered in spunky handwriting? Oh, this is gonna be good… /cough*

‘A number of outraged parents have already threatened to remove their children.’

Doh

The headteacher at Southchurch Academy Grammar School, a mixed-sex school for ages 11-18 with sixth form facilities, believes that the so-called ‘Don’t Pull Out’ campaign will combine two key messages: that ‘pulling out’ isn’t a safe alternative to wearing a condom, and also that the UK should remain in the EU.

*Holy fuck! At last, Clicky! I can see the point of Steve Bell*

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*What is it, five, six years I’ve waited to see something funny in his ‘Cameron Condom’ cartoons… beyond the obvious – Dave the Rave’s a knob head. Talk about a slow burner.*

 

“Teenage pregnancy rates have never been higher in Essex, and so by encouraging pupils aged 11 and over to steer clear of pulling out, an incredibly dangerous and ineffective form of contraception, we can hopefully drive these numbers down. Also, this is an ideal opportunity to let them know the dangers of the UK pulling out of the European Union, and our senior managers have spent many hours writing a joint curriculum for sex education and political studies that combines these two subjects in a groundbreaking manner.“

*Ah, teaching. Getting paid to be a political activist… No, hang on, Southend Academy Grammar School? I don’t think I know that one…/thinks…

What’s the headteacher’s name? /scans down… Oh, you’ll love this, Clicky. Okay, first word…*

sir

*/hits nose. Second word, sounds like a fish…*

 

marlin
Click for sounds like

 

 

*/hits nose… You’re too good at this Clicky. Third word, then…

Hey Stella
Clicky for stella answer

*/sigh… Too easy for you, boy.*

Head Sir Marlon Dipper continued: ‘Right away, every student in the school will get an information pack with condoms that have the iconic and magnificent EU flag on the wrapper, and these are presented inside a leaflet that explains how leaving the union could damage businesses and drive other cultures and languages away from the UK.’

*’Magnificent EU flag’?! Hmm… /wink*

However, a number of parents have complained. Michael Spooge has a daughter in Year 7, and he said: ‘This is a disgraceful way to educate our children. They should be left to make up their own mind about our nation’s future in Europe, and in any case an 11-year-old girl doesn’t even need to think about this kind of thing at her age.’

*Spooge? A typo, Clicky?*

Spongebob

*/Squints*

There has been a similarly negative reaction from local sexual health awareness groups, with one campaigner Millie Wick threatening to distribute 10,000 Union Jack condoms to South Essex teens through the main GUM clinic in Southend Town Centre.

*/stiffles giggle…*

dip one’s wick

verb phrase

To insert one’s penis; do the sex act; screw: You dipped your wick just like the rest of them (late 1800s+)

*Clicky! Pull out, pull out!! It’s a parody site…*

*I’ll get the first aid kit… /sighs… If it’s any consolation, Click, I thought it was all too plausible true as well… until I couldn’t place the school.

/Dabs wounds tentatively… Have a Song*

Monday Movies: Scary Monster

“No. I know of the film, I’ve just never watched it.”

Thoughtful Man looked at me with astonishment. “You’ve never seen ‘Aliens‘?!”

“Well, I haven’t seen ‘Alien‘ either,” I replied defensively. “I don’t like scary monsters.”

My iPad chirped as the confession left my mouth; my friend Leggy had just posted a comment about me to an under-underdog.

It suddenly occurred to me that my reticence to watch scary movies could be problem when adapting short horror stories to film, so hesitantly I agreed to Thoughtful Man’s follow up suggestion, that we indulge in a double movie bill.

“Come on. You’ll enjoy it. Stop being a wuss.”

Later
Clicky for a Song

“Are you alright? Did you survive the scary monster?” Thoughtful Man turned round to me as the second set of credits started to roll. “You did actually watch the films, didn’t you?” He’d spotted my iPad loitering on my lap.

“Yes! I hid my eyes a couple of times.” I demonstrated by lifting it up to cover my face. At least he couldn’t see me blush.

He sighed and rolled off the bed. “Okay, so what did you think then of the bits you did watch?”

“I enjoyed them. The first one was scarier but the second one made me jump more.” I yawned and made to get out of bed. “I might write a post about them later. The monster is a Giger invention.”

Thoughtful Man stooped to click off the TV at the plug and sighed again. I wasn’t sure if it was for my mention of writing a post, confirmation that I had been peaking at my iPad or the realisation that I would beat him to the bathroom. I didn’t wait to ask.

Much_much_later
Clicky for a Song

*So, Clicky. You watched the films with us. What did you think?*

Sink Mist

*/Rolls eyes… Okay, synchromystically. Well, actually, that was weird, the comment Vik posted at Merovee whilst we were watching…*

Vik x

*Yes! John Hurt, the War Doctor, was in it…*

Doctor Hurt
Clicky for Kane

 

*You know, John Hurt does have a sync-link to my last post, Clicky…

‘On 6 October 2015, international news media announced that David Bowie has arranged his new track “Blackstar” as the theme song of the show, as well as introducing the listener to 45 seconds of the intro.’

The last panters
Clicky for Super Bowel

*It’s Super Bowl, Clicky, and don’t pull your innocent face… Hey, you know Lady Gaga sang the national anthem at the game, well she was on the Grammys last night*

*/shiver… I don’t know what scares me more, Lady Gaga or spiders.*

facehugger

*It had 8 legs, Clicky, but it wasn’t a spider /grimace… Actually, they were more scary than the adult monsters. Especially by the time of Ripley’s big fight at the end of the second film…*

Eyewitness
Clicky Weaver’s Role after ‘Alien’

*Oh, she starred with two different Hurts, one after the other? Hmm… Hey, I wonder if Ripley has any link to ‘ripple‘..? I did watch a film at the weekend that had Einstein in it…*

Roobee Absolutely Anything
Clicky for Merovee link

*/Yawn… Is that the time. Shit! I should get to bed; Thoughtful Man wants us to watch another scary film tonight. You lock up, Clicky, and have a Song*

 

Soupy Shoe Smiley Shamble

For her upcoming trip to New York, Sister Juju has bought herself a pair of shoes.

Shoe 2

*’Converse’, Clicky… adjective or verb?*

converse (adj.) “exact opposite,” 1560s, from Latin conversus “turn around,” past participle of convertere “to turn about” (see convert). Originally mathematical. The noun is attested from 1550s in mathematics. Related: Conversely.

converse (v.) “to communicate (with),” 1590s; earlier “to move about, live, dwell” (mid-14c.), from Old French converser “to talk” (12c.), from Latin conversari (see conversation). Related: Conversed; conversing.

Shoe 1

*Both! /Claps hands… Okay you start*

Black star White star

*Black star, white star?… /thinks… Oh, David Bowie!*

 

*That reminds me, the smiley face badge – Thoughtful Man and I watched ‘Watchmen’ the night before last. Now that was extremely dark… I feel-good romp if ever I saw one.*

*DB’s first hit song, but you really don’t have to slow down on my account, Clicky. Cheek!*

David Bowie smoking

*Yes, he smoked. Do you know, some fuckwits believe that was what killed David Bowie? Even though he’d done their ‘right thing’ and given up.*

Black lung lie

*Painted black on the inside… well, that’s the world we live under now, Clicky… he did rather predict it…*

“Actually, I want to say a few things on the album.

“Like, ‘Right’ is putting a positive drone over. People forget what the sound of Man’s instinct is – it’s a drone, a mantra. And people, say: ‘Why are so many things popular that just drone on and on’. But that’s the point really. It reaches a particular vibration, not necessarily a musical level.”

And that’s what ‘Right’ is…

“Oh, alright … let’s talk about the rest of the album. Very decadent this is [laughs]. ‘Somebody Up There Likes Me‘ is a ‘Watch out mate, Hitler’s on his way back’… it’s your rock and roll sociological bit.

“And ‘Across The Universe‘, which was a flower power sort of thing John Lennon wrote. I always thought it was fabulous, but very watery in the original, and I hammered the hell out of it. Not many people like it. I like it a lot and I think I sing very well at end of it.

“People say I used John Lennon on the track … but let me tell you … no one uses John Lennon. John just came and played on it. He was lovely.

“‘Can You Hear Me‘ was written for somebody but I’m not telling you who it is. That is a real love song. I kid you not. And the end of the thing is ‘Fame‘ which was more or less sung about what we’re doing now.”

*Back to the other side of Juju’s shoes, Clicky? Yes, well currently things are looking rather ‘in the soup‘ /titter… *

Bowie Warhol
Clicky for a Song

*That’s right, David Bowie portrayed Andy Warhol in ‘Basquiat‘… sounds like ferocious biscuit, if you ask me 😉 *

 

Shoe 3
Clicky for final shamble thought

😀

There’s a real story here, Smitty – Updated

Hud 1

Or is that Kaballah? Anyone scene ‘The Hudsucker Proxy‘?

*Supply And Demand, Clicky?*

sad (adj.)Old English sæd“sated, full, having had one’s fill (of food, drink, fighting, etc.), weary of,” from Proto-Germanic *sathaz (cognates: Old Norse saðr, Middle Dutch sat, Dutch zad, Old High German sat, German satt, Gothic saþs“satiated, sated, full”), from PIE *seto- (cognates: Latin satis“enough, sufficient,” Greek hadros“thick, bulky,” Old Church Slavonic sytu, Lithuanian sotus“satiated,” Old Irish saith“satiety,”sathach“sated”), from root *sa-“to satisfy” (cognates: Sanskrit a-sinvan“insatiable”).

Sense development passed through the meaning “heavy, ponderous” (i.e. “full” mentally or physically), and “weary, tired of” before emerging c. 1300 as “unhappy.” An alternative course would be through the common Middle English sense of “steadfast, firmly established, fixed” (as in sad-ware“tough pewter vessels”) and “serious” to “grave.” In the main modern sense, it replaced Old English unrot, negative of rot “cheerful, glad.”

Meaning “very bad” is from 1690s. Slang sense of “inferior, pathetic” is from 1899; sad sack is 1920s, popularized by World War II armed forces (specifically by cartoon character invented by Sgt. George Baker, 1942, and published in U.S. Armed Forces magazine “Yank”), probably a euphemistic shortening of common military slang phrase sad sack of shit.

In the film HUDsucker is Waring…

We interrupt this transmission

*Hang on a second, Clicky…*

 

 

Going to watch the film again. Further comment will appear later, under the Song

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Update: 8th February 2016

So I watched the movie again today. Last week, after writing the above post, Thoughtful Man was watching an episode of ‘Comic Book Men‘ and Mike Zapcic, in conversation (as they do), said that he’d begged his father to take him to the cinema to see ‘The Sting’ because he had a thing for Charles Durning.

Charles Durning, of course, played Waring Hudsucker and that sync, I have to admit, is a bit of a weird on all kinds of levels. Plus, of course, Paul(i) Gnuman starred in both the ‘Hudsucker Proxy’ and ‘The Sting’ 😉

Hud 2

*Blue letter… Thank you for reminding me, Clicky*

Kit Kat wanted me watch a YouTube video this evening that made him larf…

Sherlock gospel

*Oh for fuck’s sake, Clicky. This game of charades of yours… /rolls eyes… It’s called ‘Give Us A Clue‘! Have a Song.*

 

 

Valentine’s Day Mascara

*It’s your fault, Clicky. You’re the reason I’m in this pickle…*

Blame
Blame Clicky?

*Yes, I’m blaming you… you arrived first, you could’ve let me know the Professor was there visiting…*

innocent face
Clicky Innocent Face

*A party, though, for Valentine’s Day at the LoL? We don’t usually acknowledge that day, let alone celebrate it. What was I thinking?*

Flustered
Clicky flustered..?

*I panicked. It was the first thing that popped into my head, Clicky…*

Professor
Clicky Professor..?

*Yes, I invited him, but it wasn’t that cryptic; I sent him a tweet… I have no idea if he’ll come and now I have to think of a theme just in case people do turn up…*

eyes
Clicky bats an idea

*Oh, that’s… that’s brilliant!*

mascara (n.) cosmetic for coloring eyelashes, 1883, mascaro (modern form from 1922), from Spanish mascara“a stain, a mask,” from same source as Italian maschera “mask” (see mask (v.)).

*We all wear masks online all the time! A ‘come as you are’…*

bottle
Clicky Bottle

*Absolutely! Better get some nibbles in… I’m still holding you responsible, Clicky, but have a Song.*

sunshine
Click to dance

Sweet Talking Wombat

“Good morning, darling.” Thoughtful Man hovered above me as I cracked open a sleepy eye.

“Oh fuck. Who’s died overnight now?” Yesterday, it Terry Wogan‘s turn. I’m happy to confirm that the ‘Floral Dance‘ didn’t appear in any way, shape or form on Thoughtful Man’s ‘CD of Death‘.

“No, I bought you a present.” A second sleepy eye was dragged open by a quizzical eyebrow. “And if you get up, you lazy cow, I’ll show you”. Charming!

Later, in the Library, after arming myself with fortifying coffee and a wake up smoke, I discovered what my present was. It was a book.

Sweet Book
Clicky says ‘Epic’

“Thanks, that’s lovely. Where did you get it?” I sat down at my PC, only slightly disappointed that my present wasn’t hot and more bacony… and in sandwich form. I started to leaf through the pages.

“The Pound Shop. I didn’t say it was an expensive present.” Thoughtful Man was already seated at his computer with Clicky on hand should he require assistance.

“Gold Rush! Ha! I remember those.”

Gold Rush
Clicky for a Song

“Jubblies… Pacers, Space Dust!” I stopped flipping. “Oh my god. Spangles!”

Spangles
Clicky ‘cos once you start…

“I knew a Spangle once.” Thoughtful Man replied. “On the train.”

“Did you give him the name ‘Spangle’?” I already knew the answer to this but waited for him to reply – most nicknames bestowed to his co-workers on the train originated from Thoughtful Man’s uncanny ability to make them snap.

“Yes.”

“Figures. Oh no. No, no, no. Now, do you remember these?” I held up the book so that Thoughtful Man could see. “Texans!”

Texan
Clicky for the long chew

“I loved those!” I should have known better, Thoughtful Man loves nougat.

“The advert was better than the sweet.” Now Clicky assisted me.

Thoughtful Man stood up; it was time for his and Poppy’s Monday morning nap. “So what are you going to do now?” He scooped up pooch from her cushion, where she’d been quietly gnawing on her ball. “You could start writing your CV. And maybe look for a job.”

Ouch! He had a point; I really should start looking for some work. “Okay but I thought I might write a post first.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“About what?”

“Sweets?”

“Wombat!” Thoughtful Man addressed himself rather than me. “I’ve just fucking enabled you again, haven’t I?”

“Don’t snap. I’ll have to call you Wombat from now on.”

He stomped off. I lit a fresh smoke and peered into my empty coffee cup. I’ll start it later 😉

Smiling Wombat
Clicky Wombat

 

Moon Sentry

“Hey! Come take a look at the moon. It’s everso bright tonight.” I called out to Thoughtful Man.

I stood in the doorway, shivering in the darkness, as Poppy stalked nocturnal creatures in the long grass of the garden. The last run out of the evening – her location only given away by her ramrod tail, like an antenna… ‘Taking a dump, here’.

Soft footsteps approached from behind before warm arms casually embraced my shoulders. “Oh my god, Looby, you stink!”

“Mum. I’m one of the top three thousand COD Black Ops 3 players in the world… I sweat.”

I gently lifted his arms and twirled away from beneath them. “Yes, well you need to have a wash before you go to bed.” I marveled at his hairy lankiness and tried to remember the last time I was able to pick him up.

“What’s up?” Thoughtful Man joined us, closely followed by an equally hairy but broad shouldered Kitten who’d been loitering around the fridge. Again.

“Look. I don’t think it’s full but the moon is really bright tonight.” I pointed out to the shimmering disc floating above the rooftops over the way.

‘Ums’ and ‘ahs’ and ‘Oh yeahs’ followed before Thoughtful Man pointed out the sentry.  “Look, he’s carrying a lance or a pike.”

Moon Sentry
Clicky for a Song

“What’s the other thing, then?” I asked as Poppy decided to rejoin the crowd.

“Dunno. Some sort of giant spider…”

I grabbed the handle and pulled the backdoor close. “Cheers! Thanks for that thought.” I shivered again, this time from the sensation of three separate hands making creepy crawlie movements on my back and head. “Bastards! Don’t do that!”

Poppy gave me her ‘pick me up’ look as the three men of the house moved away, howling with laughter.

To Pee or Not to Pee*

*Actually, there’s been no question about it, for this week I have been laid low by a bug…

Bugged
Clicky for a Sing-a-long

*No, Clicky, knot that sort of bug… but OMG, the boys were so cute whizzing around on those… sigh…*

It started last weekend when Kit Kat came home from school feeling snotty…

*Yes, Click, he’s a teenager now and yes, he’s sometimes full of himself but in this case he was also full of cold.*

He didn’t have a fever so I did what my mum or nan would have done… sent him to bed with plenty of fluids and prepared him lots of tasty meals. It must of worked because by Monday morning he was fit and raring to go. I, on the other hand, woke that morning distinctly feeling under the weather. His bug had transferred itself to me.

It settled on my chest like a dachshund determined to wake me up from deep slumbers and there it has stayed. This has meant that I haven’t been able to smoke…

Zero Cigarettes.gif

… at all. And definitely no partying 😉

Zero Smoke

The worst part has been the peeing…

*Clicky! It’s not funny. Every cough and sneeze has been a torment…*

Torrent

*No, torment, knot torrent. Although… *

So this week, I will be attempting to shake it off…

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*The bug, Clicky, the bug!*

… and resume smoking. Wish me luck and… have a Song 😉