For those of us who’ve spent any time remotely close to the real world, being told to go and produce 1,500 words on The Strokes in 2011 is a bit like being asked to provide a form sheet for Al Gore’s chance of becoming the next president, or writing up a piece on why Ashley Judd is Hollywood’s next golden girl. Thankfully Guardian journalists have never encountered the real world. Read more…
Things everybody knows about Hughie Green: 1) He was the host of “Opportunity Knocks” 2) He was Paula Yates’ bastard father 3) He pioneered the “Is he actually American or is he just taking the piss?” accent later popularised by Paul Gambaccini. Read more…
Dunno if you’d noticed from this blog’s content and the 9 gigabytes of Memphis Wrestling on my hard drive but I consider myself a bit of an Amero-phile. I like the bolo tie. I like those hamburgers that are so full of shit that they have to be eaten one bun at a time like a kind of surrealistic take on German breakfasts. I can even name three baseball players (the one that fucked Marilyn Monroe, the one that fucked Madonna, the one that beat the cripple to death). Read more…
The moment that it clicked for me that Odd Future were going to make it, in a Robert Kubica way if not a Fernando Alonso one, was when I found out they had their own tag already set up on Hipster Runoff. Not used yet, just set up for when it needs to be dropped. And it makes sense, like Lil B OFWGKTA are an ideal band for the Carles lifestyle Tumblr generation because they trade heavily in memes. The original mediocre Pitchfork chinstroke piece on them was actually called “The /b/ Boys” but then didn’t go on to mention 4Chan at all for some reason, presumably when you come up with a pun that’s as 4/10 as that you don’t need to incorporate it into your article text. Anyway, while none of OFWGKTA’s memes are as good as “Link mah boi” there’s still enough there to get vaguely excited about. Here’s a spotter’s guide to them.
Imagine being the person who is responsible for the twitter feed of BBC3 sitcom “Coming of Age”. That is the job of someone out there. He or she goes into their office, sits down at a desk, boots up the old TweetDeck and searches through Twitter to find the rare existences of someone saying something vaguely positive about the worst British sitcom of the past seven years. This person must have a soul so wizened and unused that it gets regularly mistaken for the penis of MP3 blogger Matthew Perpetua. Read more…
