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Smear and loathing: fear of flooding is no big deal. Don't let the corporates tell us otherwise
Apart from a chocolate cake oozing and glistening with gooey sauce - a positively uterine signifier infinitely preferable to inoffensive blue dye - it made the other adverts look Shakespearean in their sophistication. It was almost as bad as that advert for a heartburn remedy where little firemen squirt white liquid down the woman's throat. You didn't have to be an old perv' to figure out what was going on there.
Period Piece: Radical Menstruation
It’s a well-known fact that plants love blood, but unless you happen to be a vampire, cannibal or a serial killer, or are into self-harm, it’s usually quite hard to get hold of any. Luckily, we women have a free monthly supply of the stuff in bucket-loads (literally...)
I first read Jane Eyre at twelve, and re-read it and wrote about it prolifically while at university (and yes, I fell for Gilbert and Gubar's Madwoman in the Attic book big time). It struck me as passionate and revolutionary, as it did most people, and I knew Mr Rochester was a horny Byronic bastard, the stuff of masturbatory fantasy, but the sado-masochism passed me by, really, until only very recently...
The wailing at the end of Wuthering Heights was of a much more erotic, orgasmic nature,
writhing, weaving, twisting itself up into a hysterical frenzy, and brought the song to a new adult, x-rated level. It was as if she had undertaken classical voice training and was singing from somewhere deeper inside her stomach, or just from somewhere deeper inside.
Maybe it was because she’d got older, or maybe she’d kept her voice bottled up in a cellar
for years, like a vintage wine. Whatever she’d done, she could now sing the theme
tune to Neighbours and make you want to cry.
“Slag pit, stag shit, honey bring it close to my lips, yes” she sings (the sound of a bull
baying in the background). What? I mean, I’m all for fortifying the immune system
but this is ridiculous. This, followed by repeated utterances of the F word,
culminating with “Give me hope, peace, love and a hard cock” screamed really loudly
at the end (incidentally, how many of us have recurring dreams about standing on a
desk in a public library and shouting “Give me hope, peace, love and a hard cock” at the
top of our voices? Or is that just me?..)
If you're going to say anything filthy, please speak clearly.
Viv Stanshall: message on his answering machine
We are all murderers and prostitutes... we are bemused and crazed creatures,
strangers to our true selves, to one another and to the spiritual and material world...
If I could turn you on, if I could drive you out of your wretched mind,
if I could tell you I would let you know...
R. D . Laing, The Politics of Experience, 1967
I have always liked that which offends nice people, because it is usually honest.
Bill Brent
You have to know how to
accept rejection and reject acceptance.
Ray Bradbury
I can only suggest you
do your best to banish anxiety, preferably with a glass of champagne, and
lay yourself open to the moment when happiness becomes irresistible.
John Mortimer
It has been my experience
that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
Abraham Lincoln
Confusion is always the most honest response.
Marty Indik
Can we really
stand around and eat pies while people are swatted like flies by the tail
of some mad invisible horse? Of course not.
Brass Eye
(Richard Briers on the dangers of heavy
electricity)
I don't think
they'd be nearly so worried if it was a little four legged car - full of
chips.
Brass Eye, Animal Rights
Passing gas is necessary for well-being.
Hippocrates
You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.
Dorothy Parker
Dorothy L. Sayers, Lord Peter Wimsey in Gaudy Night
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We know nothing, for truth lies in the depth.
(Democritus)
Tiefer, tiefer, irgendwo in der Tiefe gibt es ein Licht
Deeper, deeper, somewhere in the depth there is a light
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