The Weedy Shack is a place to play and to dream. Come see for yourselves what delights lie within. Click HERE
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Perchance to dream...
The Weedy Shack is a place to play and to dream. Come see for yourselves what delights lie within. Click HERE
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Revelation in Flirty Peter's Wood
I was strolling along through Flirty Peter's Wood the other day, when - among the dappled sunlit beauty of it all - I had this thought - 'my life is shit, and I'm a cretin.' It took some time for me to adjust my being to the implications of this revelation. After that time, I decided to kill myself. Yes, clearly I failed, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this.
Running very fast into trees hurts, but it does not kill you.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Have you heard the one about...
Have you heard the one about... no, nor have I.
Anyway, this guy walks into a shop and asks for a packet of fags. The shopkeeper goes to get them; then, for no good reason, shoots him in the nuts. The man falls down screaming, shouting, moaning, groaning... eventually, he looks up at the shopkeeper and asks,
"Wodja do that for!"
And the shopkeeper, shrugging his shoulders replies,
"I did it cause this is a joke gone wrong, and my author is a twisted cunt."
Boom boom!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Up Front With The Weedy Shack
Pilgrims, strollers, stumblers, anons; mumblers, bumblers, fumblers, etceteras - we've been busy at the front of The Weedy Shack. Click HERE to take a look at what has been going on.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Shack Star 'H'
The late 1990's saw a remarkable flowering of British musical talent. Think about it: there was S Club 7; Hearsay and, of course, Steps. I think every sane commentator would agree that Steps are the pick of the bunch. Not least because they showcased the remarkable talent that is 'H'.
That's 'H' at the top of the picture, in the centre (good ole H, always at the heart of the fun!). Ya gotta love H. He's a right chirpy little chap, and he could throw some shapes. He had, if you'll excuse the pun, the Steps (stop laughing Uncle Lucy, it's not that hilarious!) Last week I went out on to the streets of London, in order to capture what the British public think of him. Here's what I found:
DeBunkem: 'What d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Anon: 'Yoo Englees an yor fuckin bacon an eggs!'
DeBunkem: 'What d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Mandy: 'Ooo, I'd put im in between two bitsa bread an eat him all up I would - he's lurvely, innee!'
DeBunkem: 'Excuse me Sir, what d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Right Wing politician, John Redwood: 'I have to say, I am an S Club 7 man myself. I like Hannah... so sweet and blonde. She'll make some lucky chap a smashing little wife...'
DeBunkem: 'What d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Homeless Person: 'He's a right c... arghh... gnuffn... what ya doin' ya nutter...
I fink he's great. Very talented. Wonderful dancer... is that alright? Can I go now?'
Yes, admittedly I did place that last chap in a head-lock, just as they taught me to do in my Journalism degree; but at least we got an honest opinion out of him in the end. I think you'll agree with me, that H is friggin brilliant, and we love him here in The Weedy Shack.
H looking well sultry.
That's 'H' at the top of the picture, in the centre (good ole H, always at the heart of the fun!). Ya gotta love H. He's a right chirpy little chap, and he could throw some shapes. He had, if you'll excuse the pun, the Steps (stop laughing Uncle Lucy, it's not that hilarious!) Last week I went out on to the streets of London, in order to capture what the British public think of him. Here's what I found:
DeBunkem: 'What d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Anon: 'Yoo Englees an yor fuckin bacon an eggs!'
DeBunkem: 'What d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Mandy: 'Ooo, I'd put im in between two bitsa bread an eat him all up I would - he's lurvely, innee!'
DeBunkem: 'Excuse me Sir, what d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Right Wing politician, John Redwood: 'I have to say, I am an S Club 7 man myself. I like Hannah... so sweet and blonde. She'll make some lucky chap a smashing little wife...'
DeBunkem: 'What d'ya think of H from Steps?'
Homeless Person: 'He's a right c... arghh... gnuffn... what ya doin' ya nutter...
I fink he's great. Very talented. Wonderful dancer... is that alright? Can I go now?'
Yes, admittedly I did place that last chap in a head-lock, just as they taught me to do in my Journalism degree; but at least we got an honest opinion out of him in the end. I think you'll agree with me, that H is friggin brilliant, and we love him here in The Weedy Shack.
H looking well sultry.
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