Whom, you will recall, are all about not having to pay taxes, get a driving licence or bother with anything that they disagree with, which is anything that takes their fancy, and there's a lot that takes their fancy. Or, rather, doesn't.
Here an aside. Yes, already! The FOTL originated in South Canada, and their pernicious influence has oozed across the border into British America, where the courts have come down with harsh judgement upon their bilious nonsense.
In a manner akin to this |
Your Humble Scribe also notes that a lot of the bumbletucks who end up in court try to record the proceedings, so that they can
Anyway, that's a whole lot about what this is not. No, I was referring to the BBC's website and a photograph Your Modest Artisan immediately sussed out. Art?
Car trouble? |
You can't scale water! |
Attack of the Giant Cannibal Chickens! |
What the heck, everyone needs a hobby.
Motley, do you feel like a stroll?
A Disturbing Essay Into Inter-Species Whatnottery
OR
A Little Musical Critique
This time, gentle reader, when you read the word "Tiger" I am not referring to the over-rated Teuton tank, but to the animal as celebrated by that poet bloke. Oh, and Alfred Bester. Art?
This artist knows their stuff |
Okay! Let us now examine the lyrics to that Seventies standard by Mud, "Tiger Feet". SIT BACK DOWN! This will be funny, honest.
All night long, you've been looking at me
This sounds dangerously close to stalking.
Well you know you're the dance hall cutie that you love to be
Well you know you're the dance hall cutie that you love to be
This is existentialism at work, children
Oh well now, you've been laying it down
Oh well now, you've been laying it down
Laying what down? A bag? a hodfull of bricks? Two pounds of ground mince? What!
You've got your hips swinging out of bounds
You've got your hips swinging out of bounds
You what? The lady involved has - dislocated her pelvis?
And I like the way you do what you're doin' to me
And I like the way you do what you're doin' to me
So far there does not seem to have been any physical interaction. Or have I missed something?
Alright
At last. A lyric with no ambiguity.
That's right, that's right, that's right,
That's right, that's right, that's right,
I got it the first time. And I would refer to it as "Starboard", thanks.
that's right I really love your tiger light
that's right I really love your tiger light
What on earth? Tigers are not known as a light source.
That's neat, that's neat, that's neat,
That's neat, that's neat, that's neat,
Hang on - "Tiger"?
that's neat, I really love your tiger feet
that's neat, I really love your tiger feet
Erk. Is this one of those sordid "Furry" fictions?
If not and it's a real female tiger, then I know why she's eyeing you, matey.
Yeah. |
Playing a mean guitar (and always ate at the steak bar**) |
Do you see what - O you do. Well, because I can't load up that site with the 51 greatest sci-fi novels of all time, I'm going to revert back to that BBC webpage which details 10 times science fiction predicted the future. Today we look at -
Solar power. |
Anyway, these epitomes of ordinary were predicted in 1911, which is so ho-hum a fact that I am having to prod myself awake with a bamboo skewer. Art? Quickly, man, we're losing them - losing them, I tell you!
Here's a fruit-eating bat instead |
In The Spirit Of Chinese New Year -
NO! I'm not referring to the coronavirus outbreak that has the streets of the Populous Dictatorship eerily deserted, akin to the Zombie Apocalypse. I do have some limits.
No, I refer to this being the Year of the Rat in terms of the Chinese zodiac. Art?
Frolicking rats |
Finally -
This will all make sense on Facebook, honest. Okay, let us now depict that picturesque region of Spain known as Segovia. Art?
Here we go. |
* None. But that won't stop them. Bafoons!
** A little Pink Floyd reference for you there.
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