We Are Not The Enemy

This is the thing I've been working on for the last 3 weeks.
Hopefully it'll turn up on Youtube so I can post something a little bigger than this, and at the correct frame rate, and at a better resolution.
It's very frustrating to note that my edits appear to be out thanks to the frame rate change...
This is the most that the record company is allowing at the moment.
There is a little icon that lets you turn the sound off, which I suggest you all do after you've listened to the song otherwise it'll continue to play noise at you.

REMOVED!!!!

More Naked Slob

Is This Better, Grillo?

Also - you may recall my post slightly down the page complaining about the public transport here.
The very wise Andrew Bentos has responded on his own blog.

Old Gag

Stealing

Chaos, Disaster, Apocalypse!!!

When I awoke Wednesday morning I was delighted to discover it had snowed - something that doesn't happen in London much these days apparently.
It was really only a brief dusting and it didn't last long at all.



You can see from these pictures that the fall was about 2 and a half centimeters deep.
Well.
The chaos that ensued.
The overland trains all closed.
The tubes ceased to run.
People spilled from the station into the street, milling about like upset ants.
2 and a half centimeters.
And inch or so, right?
You've got to be kidding me.
This city has been here for how long?
1000 years or something?
And there have been trains here for what I figure is about 200 of those years.
Possibly less, but surely something like that.
So you think they'd be used to it by now.
Imagine reading one of the following -
"ENDLESS RAIN IN GLASGOW - CITY ELDERS CONFUSED"
"VERY HOT DURING THE SUMMER IN MELBOURNE - WHAT DO WE DO?"
"QUITE A LOT OF PEOPLE IN CHINA - BUGGER ME!"

And one inch of fucking snow causes the public transportation system to grind to a halt.
What kind of trains are they running in this place?
The newspaper headlines yesterday said -
"ONE INCH OF SNOW - CITY IN CHAOS".
Only in London.
Anywhere else in the world it'd read,
"ONE INCH OF SNOW - CITY AMUSED"
"ONE INCH OF SNOW - CITY DELIGHTED"
"ONE INCH OF SNOW - CITY RELIEVED"
"ONE INCH OF SNOW - CITY THANKS ALLAH FOR THIS LOVELY LITTLE DIVERSION".
No.
One inch of snow was apparently too much for this city to cope with.

Tentacles

Long Day

It was a long but productive day and I've returned home to find Time Bandits on the television.
Time Bandits is one of my favourite films in the world, and of a type of film that simply doesn't get made anymore.
What other family film ends with the deaths of a little boys parents with no explanation as to how the poor chap is supposed to carry on (they die after being told specifically NOT to touch a lump of concentrated evil by their son).
Is there another film has Ralph Richardson as God, and a tetchy and not very friendly one at that?
With the exception of the little boy and Sean Connery's, Agammemnon almost every other character is dreadful, or stupid or mean or all three.
The main character, Kevin, learns almost nothing about the world and his one chance at happiness is forcibly taken from him.
And it's all wonderfully funny and brilliant and full of exciting great things that kids love, like monsters and spaceships and cowboys and knights in shining armour.

Colour And All That...

Could You Love Me?

Grillo Season!

Boxhead & Roundhead - Safari

Oral Sex

Touch My Bum!

She Devil

Design

Ho ho ho.
There is a show here in the UK called Mock the Week.
Give comedians a chance to horse around and have a laugh about current events with silly games and questions.
Sometimes good, sometimes not so good.
Tonight was especially funny.
They gave some info that they had to work out what it related to.
The info was "10,000 to 15,000".
Answers included-
The price of a ticket from London to Kent.
The distance in kilometres that Ryanair lands from it's advertised destination.

The prices of rail travel came up again (The UK has the highest train tickets in Europe).
It was noted that you could fly to Glasgow for 80 pounds, yet fly to Barcelona for only 40 (this isn't always the case but it is sometimes).
The bloked noted that you'd buy a ticket to Barcelona, then buy a ticket for your pal in Glasgow and meet him in Spain instead.

The best part of the show was when they were all doing impression of the Queen, specifically what she didn't say in her Christmas message broadcast.
A Scottish fellow in a squeaky, posh Queen voice said "This year I'm so old that my pussy is haunted".

Nations and Nations

Hey all.
I like to update my blog every day but I've been busy working for the team at McKeown Devita.
As my laptop weighs about 80 kilos I leave it at the studio so I have no digitally type things to stick pretty pictures on the internet with.
I had two seperate conversations about the same thing today, with two different people.
We were discussing the similarities between the USA and the UK and Australia.
I noted that one thing Australians and Brits have in common is apologising for things that they didn't do.
We'll say, "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I hate to make a fuss but there seems to be a turd in my soup".
Did we put the turd in the soup?
No!
But there we are saying sorry.
Why should we be sorry for not liking something?
The Americans would never apologise for such a thing.
"There's fucking shit in my soup!", they'd say, "I can't eat this, I'm gonna sue", and be completely justified in doing so.
There are related differences.
Here, if I crush the toes of an elderly lady with my big clomping boots while on the bus, the old lady will almost certainly say, "Oh dear, I'm sorry. Even though there is blood seeping through my sock, through my shoe and onto the floor, I consider myself to be responsible for my own predicament. What a stupid, old hag I am".
In Australia I'd be told to fuck off and I assume in America I'd be sued (slightly less justifiably).
Australia does have a lot more in common with the United States than with the UK though, something I was very surprised to discover.
Australia does of course have it's roots in The United Kingdom.
Growing up in Oz, particularly as the child of British parents gives you a certain understanding of British culture.
I was odd to discover that it's all a bit of a myth.
I'm talking about England here, not Scotland.
The England that we see in television is the England that the media here (particularly the newspapers) cling onto desperately.
There are certain iconic images that Australia holds dear and will wheel out for television commericals and the Olympics - Bondi Lifesurfers, Vegimite etc, etc.
Kind of like the jumper your Aunt gave you for Christmas that you have to wear when she comes to visit.
It's not really you but it's all you've got to show.
England I think exists on postcards and in television dramas and on The Bill, but I'm not sure if it's anywhere here.

He Schlings From Tree to Tree

Insomnia

I can't sleep tonight.
It's 5:30 in the morning.
I am a good way into a new BnR adventure though...

Fluff

The only reason I'm posting this fluff is because I've been busy and haven't had anything else to post.
And it's in colour too, and I hardly ever post anything in colour so there you go.
Here's some fluff.
Don't forget to go take a look at the new Boxhead and Roundhead cartoon, in the post directly below.

A New Adventure

Hi there all.
Here's a brand new Boxhead and Roundhead adventure.

KILL! KILL! KILL!

What was the purpose of killing Saddam Hussein?