Crap Claim to Fame no. 563 in a potentially infinite series: I was once too ill to attend a party at the Sneaker Pimps' house.* Although apparently everyone just sat around getting stoned, and nothing much happened. So that's alright then.
This is actually more relevant than it may appear, because the Sneaker Pimps have since reinvented themselves as a filthy electrosleaze band called Trash Money, whose filthy** electrosleaze single "Jean City" was recommended earlier this week by comedy god Julian Barratt in comedy paper the Metro.
I now love this song SO MUCH that I've actually had to disconnect myself from the wi-fi network to prevent Audioscrobbler from telling Last.fm that I've been listening to it over and over again. What a funny new world this is.
Anyway, you can hear it here. The Mighty Boosh man he not wrong.
* Which, coincidentally, was located in the "posh bit" of Kentish Town.
** Not in *that* way.
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Oh, I liked the handbag posts so much I'm going to steal the idea...
Steal away, Spinny. I just hope you've got more interesting stuff in yours than I did. I'm sure you have.
And surly, it's never not a good time for crap claims to fame...
i'm related to the beverley sisters, you know.
oh. we're not doing that again, are we? my mistake...
oo, hole appears in space-time continuum!
P. are you telepathic? You managed to answer Surly before she had a chance to post. Very impressive.
And mine!In a fashion.
we're like some sort of psychic double act! like, um, siegfried and roy. or derek acorah and yvette fielding. or, um, cannon and ball?
go on then - what am i having for lunch today? and what was my maternal grandmother's favourite motorhead track?
Umm, you're having pork scratchings on toast. Which coincidentally is also the name of your maternal grandmother's favourite Motorhead track. I believe it's a limited edition b-side from their acid prog days. Your grandmother had quite some rarefied taste.
Bags be Yvette Fielding, that way I get to snog Karl. Sadly this means you have to be possessed by a deceased gorilla.
*forks the sign of the evil eye at patroclus*
*sticks tongue out at surly*
Also, who the bloody hell are Siegfried and Roy?
wasn't one of them eaten by a tiger?
No, Smat, you're thinking of the Chuckle Brothers.
Never mind the Chuckle Brothers - is anyone going to listen to that bloody song? It has explosions and whooshy car noises and everything! Plus: silly lyrics, nods to glam-era David Bowie, and some fantastically filthy bass. How can you refuse? Turn it up, I say!
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