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Me with Rat Scabies (The Damned) and Chris Constantinou (Adam Ant, The Mutants) at a proper pre-war English pub in London. Then off to Casa Scabies.
Fatty n CC. (Photo Scotty National Poop Hero Nation Simons.)
OK, Rat Scabies and The Holy Grail it is. He being a confirmed conspiracy knights templar JFK n shit a rooney of course has a book about him and his actual travels to Renne Le Chateau in search of the Holy Grail. Like of course if anyone’s gonna find it its fucking Rat Scabies.
This is the record that was playing when we got to the Scabies’ house. It’s great.
Sidenotes: I’ve never met anyone called Ratty before and today when I met our new bus driver he said “good ta meetchooz I’m Ratty.” OK. Double Rat, which happens to also be what they yell when they slop down double food rations for underweight recruits in the US armed forces.
This is about the Indian mutiny of 1855 or so. It’s fuggin disgusting. They chopped up anyone including women and children and babies and it’s really hard to read about. Also hard to get out of my head now too.
Bette Davis at the NFT 1972. This is maybe the best interview I’ve ever seen.
So cool. Parkinson 1975. She talks about when she gave it the name “the Oscars” and why.
Wow I didn’t realize it wrapped around. This would be a sick record cover.
Well with my vast knowledge of cricket (the Austral-Anglo-Indio pastime) paragraphs like this I find simply riveting.
Ok ok I know that insta-ing food pics is about as pedestrian as a crosswalk but when you’ve got a friend who makes Sunday roast come out looking like sushi, and he’s quit his bigshot head chef job and has all summer free to come over and make dinner at the Odditorium you go ahead and insta that shizz.
I believe this btw was the crispy skin halibut in grapefruit and pink peppercorn beurre blanc on thyme braised fennel and macerated grapefruit salad. Or should I say “salad” (do they look like salads? Nope they look like Jackson Pollocks). I wish we were still eating them right now.