Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Way Past My Funky Bedtime

thanks to for this marvellous steal
WOULD YOU CREDIT IT?Hugging a warm grave seconds before requiring one...

Remember: No matter who you are, you can't trust the old oppressor not to have shagged your ancestors, coz they was your ancestors.

Fuck the Bid: London 2012Blogging in the UK (future punk anthem) is being taken seriously at last by traditional mainstream media, tv and print and all. As a form and a phenomenon, blogging is still evolving, and as it does it will continue to interact with and change the older forms of media. They seem fascinated by it right now. "Ooh look, people with words, brains, thoughts, and the odd revolutionary idea". New buds of activity are branching off it already.

Kind readers, thank you for your comments over the past months. Tvindy is thinking of publishing this in a book. Hey, a book, on real shelves, with paper, numbered pages, everything. I was well pleased. But, I gotta be careful of my eco-footprint, man... the internet has minute transport costs. Check it out and check back, if you have a mind.

Anyway, whatever, yeah, blah dribble spit preen slump, soon we will all be rich and famous, poverty and disease will be eradicated, human rights will be respected everwhere, and we will find a non-carbon non-polluting form of energy. Aliens will land to congratulate us and help us to the stars. I will now bugger off for a few days and get some other stuff done. I will be playing music very loud while I shift a lot of furniture around, assemble a bed and wardrobe, finish painting my flat and do my tax return. I may even lay a carpet. I may even have a carpet professionally laid. A round of applause for the hooker carpet, please, Ladies and Gentlemen.

I reckon the web-tarting that I've been doing chez Blog of Funk for the last month and a half makes the place seem fairly respectable now. My political blog about the lack of dog control in the urban environment was in the news. Go on, buy the tshirt I designed or better still, the $99 dollar tosser shorts.

I'm done for a while, it looks fine now. I love good visuals, but that just ain't the point here. This is the every day story of the smell of sex. This one just has to reek like people have been at it. It has to have that unmistakable bassline.

I will return shortly. Please reward me with a biscuit when I do.

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At 6:44 AM, Blogger Raven the Pagan quoth...

Hi, thanks for visiting my blog. yours looks good. I'll spend some time reading. Mind if I stay awhile? ~ Raven

At 7:15 AM, Blogger Chromatin quoth...

Will a chocolate hobnob do?

At 9:03 AM, Blogger RuKsaK quoth...

I'll give you a ginger snap and that's yer frigging lot

At 12:35 PM, Blogger RuKsaK quoth...

You'll get a fucking custard cream when you email 'Take me back to Bridlington' as an MP3 or the lyrics at least - that's my best offer.

Cheers for the link and I may well be buttoning yer soon.

At 4:45 AM, Blogger Laurie quoth...

Up, Down or Sideways is definitely my favorite of your posts. Don't stay gone too long!


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