Frisky and Mannish

I recently discovered Frisky and Mannish, a sort of pop-cabaret duo, thanks to Scott Mills. They are TOTES AMAZE. They do kind of parodies of pop songs or, in their own words:

“Popmusicy-seriocomic-mashparodic-stereophonic-LOUD-vaudevillian-sketchcabaret-throwbackcurrent-oldfangled-newfashioned-bapsbotty-infotainment. To be succinct, we tit around with pop songs. You will BLATES love it.”

Frisky and Mannish are playing in Halifax at Square Chapel on Wednesday 30th November, and I would very, very, very much like to go and see them, if anyone else fancies it? This is an example of what they do, called Kate Bash:

Where is Halifax, is it near Leeds? A train must go there, surely. Come on, it’ll be FUN.

Fresh Meat

I just watched Fresh Meat, the new show from the folks who wrote peep show. I know it’s had a lot of stick, but I really liked it. I don’t think it needs to be rip roaringly funny, as long as the characters are well drawn. It was even a little bit touching in places, without being too cringeworthy.

It also really, really made me want to go back to university. But not as like, an old mature student. As a fresher. I wouldn’t go back now and I think everything that I did whilst I was at uni makes me look back on it fondly (even the silly stuff). I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

James and his face

If you haven’t seen this website yet, then I strongly urge you to. I spent a good portion of Friday morning chuckling to myself about it. Go on, give your Monday a lift:

James’ Face.

On that note, I’ve decided that I don’t get involved in enough ‘hilarious japes and pranks’. That, combined with spending the weekend watching Total Wipeout and You’ve Been Framed has led me to believe I need more IRL slapstick in my life.

Anyone willing to let me pick on them for my own amusement?

#oneday 122: My new favourite joke

I’m in a band called 999 Megabytes.

We haven’t done a gig yet.

BOOM.

#oneaday 105: mapping stereotypes

Today I thought I’d share with you to continue on a travelling theme as tonight will be my last night in Palma as you’re reading this, due to the fact that I scheduled this post on Wednesday, get me… Organiso! This is a collection of world maps according to stereotype. Of course, it’s just a bit of fun so don’t rag on me for laughing at it. You laughed too, admit it. Especially at the Switzerland one. Go on, give it a click. There are 12 of these images that make up a calendar of prejudice and you can buy them from Behance.net. The one below is the world according to the United states of America:

#oneaday 83: Summer is ‘ere an’ it’s…

In tribute to the recent glorious weather we’ve been having, I felt it was time to declare, in song form that Summer is well on its way to arriving. For me, there’s only one song that truly encapsulates the start of heady summer days and that conjures up fond memories of balmy light nights. Nope, it’s not Jazzy Jeff and Summertime. It’s not Mungo Jerry and In the Summertime. Have you guessed what it is yet?

That’s right kids. Donny Soldier by MC Devvo. This post goes out to Ash and Ian. Good times, lads.

I’m really, really looking forward to the summer. Leeds folk who’re up for spending their evenings in hazy, lazy beer gardens or eating nothing but BBQ from now until September, give me a shout. The more the merrier!

#oneaday 79: Cosmic relief

Okay, so tonight there is an alleged ‘Supermoon’ that will be very close to earth. I know very little about the subject, so the base of my knowledge for this post is solely the #supermoon hash tag on Twitter, the stuff Professor Brian Cox has been saying and the mumblings of a few conspiracy theorists.

Firstly, I’m assuming that this ‘supermoon’ is, in fact, the same moon that normally orbits the earth. I can’t imagine that we’ll be getting a brand new moon getting involved with the orbit of the earth for one night only. That definitely doesn’t make sense. So why are people calling it the Supermoon? Surely it’s just ‘The Moon’?

Secondly, people keep banging on about how the moon caused the earthquakes in Japan and New Zealand and how everything’s gone tits up because of it. I know this is not the case, for Brian Cox declared it so, and he is all-seeing, all-knowing, all-good. So people can stop worrying. Yes, everything is going to the wall, but don’t blame the moon. It can’t help it.

Finally, how can anyone blame the moon for planning to conspire against Earth and rein terror using its evil gravitational pull? It generally finds it quite difficult to even string a sentence together. How can this chap be blamed for breaking the planet?

#oneaday 58: Perfect day

Today has been one of those picture-postcard perfect Sundays. For a start, I awoke after a fabulous night out in Leeds with my sisters and cousins sans hangover. Then, when they left I fell back to sleep and awoke lazily and mooched around in my PJs, did some writing and drank lots of tea.

Then le chap and I ventured into Leeds to the Adelphi for a lush Sunday dinner, complete with pudding, coffee and the Sunday papers and lots of lazing around in the pub. Then we walked across Leeds to the West Yorkshire Playhouse to indulge in part of my Christmas present – aforementioned thoroughly wonderful chap had got me tickets to see the Punt and Dennis show. I didn’t know much about Punt but I love Hugh Dennis, and Outnumbered is one of my favourite programmes on TV at the moment. The show was great, really enjoyed it and now I’m at home tucked up in PJs with a hot water bottle ready to sleep like a baby.

Perfect day.