Jessie Ware finally dropped the video/short film for Remember Where You Are, featuring one of my favourite actresses, the criminally-underrated Gemma Arterton. Just think, Danny Boyle, you could have filmed a whole new 28 Days Later in London with zero problems this time around!
My nephew arranged for me to do a Zoom meeting with him and a group of his LGBT classmates to discuss LGBT history last night. I had all of this stuff prepared - lots of slides, texts for them to print off and read - and all these kids wanted to know was “is that story your nephew tells us about you threatening to…
Yes and yes. It’s a whole fucking thread to post the various ways that show dropped the ball.
Come now, darling, we can’t quote Tayce without...
I’ve not seen this yet, but I’ve actually found myself drifting away from the US Drag Race and focusing more on the UK Drag Race. If you’ve not had the chance to watch any of the UK Drag Race, do. It’s not as problematic (christ, as a Gen-Xer I thought I’d never say that word out loud) as Canada Drag Race (you all…
Such a pity I cancelled Netflix before I could watch this, erm, opus. (In the meantime, thank fuck I’ve got Disney+ and Star)
Tuna sandwiches with salt and vinegar crisps. It has to be Walkers, none of this Golden Wonder (crisp brand in the UK and don’t give me your shit about how crisps are chips in the Land Of The Fat). What was fucking gross about them though was that I didn’t use mayo with the tuna, oh no sir.
Oh Christ on a rusty cracker, I found it.
Oh lordy, Amy fucking Grant. My RE teacher in high school (the odious Stirling Hobgoblin as my High School Hag Queen called her) used to play her stuff as “entertainment”. Didn’t she have a video where her husband provided the backing vocals and the oh-so-wholesome love-interest or some other random suburban crap…
What was it my Grandmother said about these types of people? Oh yes - keep your psychological mania that assumes a mythical bearded sky-fairy is your bestest friend out of my own personal life. Keep it quiet, I won’t have you sectioned for thinking “God” talks to you.
Oh look, losers proudly displaying the flag of a pack of losers again. If you consider that fucking rag your heritage, then I’ve got a technicolour donkey to sell you.
Ugh, grasshoppers. The only ones I can stand are the ones covered in chocolate. Ditto on locusts. Horrid little fuckers.
*muses*
Oh god, hasn’t this shit had the plug pulled yet? Seriously, who keeps this show alive?
I’ll probably wait for it to come up on Amazon Prime but I’m wondering if they’ll ever top this Kate Bush number. They’ve used Bush before in the show, and I’d be interested in, say, Running Up That Hill...
I can hear the neckbeards now. “But...but...it’s Harley Quinn! We’re supposed to fetishize her look! How do you know if it’s a superhero film if one of them’s not done up in combat gear! Where’s the hot-pants! SATIATE MY VIRGINAL NEEDS!”
You know, one thing that Butt-Photo Girl forgot to mention is that if you don’t use or eat apples more or less straight-away one you’ve exposed the sweet, sweet deliciously delicious flesh to air, it’ll start to brown. So, if you want to be as basic as Scarlet O’Instaslapper there? You’ll spritz your apple slices with…
Well, look over here...they’ve removed a teacher from the school because he apparently has “links” to the “adult content”, hmm? My dears, I do believe we have found our smoking gun!
*files claws*
I see your Bridges and I raise you a Prince Of Tides, Molly! Both books were reviled in my mother’s house and she would declare “YOU’RE NOT PUTTING THAT SHITE ON MY SCREEN!” whenever either adaptation arose on the telly schedule.
