cynicalbastard

My beloved and I visited Le Champignon Sauvage ( a Not the Nine O’Clock News sketch there–’when I met Gerald he was completely wild’, ‘wild? I was livid’) this week. And very good it was too. I broke my incipient and collapsing vegetarianism by eating duck hearts. And very nice they were as well.

It’s the sort of place which allows you to enjoy yourself. Laugh, have fun. We had fun by writing our new Edinburgh show. ‘Major moments of world history through the medium of mime’. We got Diana’s death, the Kennedy assassination (Mrs W. doing a particularly good impression of the magic bullet I thought), the Vietnam War, Anne Frank (though that required some vocalisation, ‘fuck this, not another diary…’).

Any other ideas?

I can remember 99. Watching the Cup final, willing Man U. on. Even in Leeds we were (secretly) doing it. But tonight, there’s nothing but schadenfreude. Getting rid of Beckham was a mistake. Keane, even worse. It’s not only City fans laughing (I can hear them across the rooftops of Manchester), it’s everyone.

Time for the Scottish drunkard to go. Mr. Sacchi? I think there’s a vacancy waiting to be filled.

I know this has been covered in extremis, but it’s still my top turn-on...Girls with corpses magazine.

Reminds me of a more jokey version of Buttergeit’s Nekromantik (and, I guess, Nekromantik 2). Once banned, now available through amazon. It’s the end of civilization I tells ye.