Thursday, March 30, 2006

This week I have been mostly eating....



It seems healthy living has taken a nutritious grip on the nation, which in fairness, is a good thing for everyone, there’s no arguments there.
Organic foods, Low fat dairy products, Lean Meats, all these things are now more available than ever before and if you make a decision to change your eating habits, there has never been a better time.

Of course we have the crash dieters and the quick fixes, the GI diets (recently proven to be a load of my arse), The fAtkins (developed by a guy who died clinically obese) and my personal favourite (for hilarity) this De-tox diet that Carol fucking Vorderman endorses, now, fair enough, it won’t do you any harm eating green cabbage soup and quail eggs for a month, your farts will hum and your breath will smell like a dead mans thong but, you won’t put on weight (until you stop doing it), The worst thing about this one is that Scientists have said that De-toxing your system should take nothing more than a good nights rest, plenty of water and your body (spleen pancreas etc..) will do the rest.

What really grinds my gears though, is the way certain companies have seen the upsurge in healthy eating and have plopped themselves on the skinny bandwagon, We have to endure these awful campaigns for the various foodstuffs we would have either never heard of or would have avoided altogether and their morally offensive adverts.

Recently I’ve been growing ever tired of the “Actimel” type products that lower your cholesterol, fair enough, it might be “good bacteria” and a brand new type of science, but I’m not doubting the ability of these products, what freaks me out is the “Danone-Test” and lets face it, every single one of these products have come up with these.

Basically, they get you to consume a bottle a day and then ask you to “feel the difference”, translated from marketing speak this is what they want “Buy our product enough times to eat one a day and make us rich and then hopefully you’ll feel better in yourself, if you don’t fuck it – try it again, but yer not getting your money back”

It sickens me to think that people are dumb enough to get swallowed up by such a blatant marketing ploy. Imagine if Burger King did this?

“Try a whopper a day, and hopefully by the end of the week you’ll be an average of 45% more satisfied”

What did people do before this to lower their cholesterol? Were people walking around like ticking time bombs before the invention of these little watery yoghurts? (Cheers Johnny) According to a friend of mine, who is a nutritionalist, If you want to drastically cut down on your cholesterol, don’t even bother with these drinks, just drink plenty of water, stop eating fatty foods, eat more grains and non oily nuts, and for fucks sake EXERCISE A BIT!

It bugs the shit out of me when people moan about being overweight and then just sit on their arses eating nutri-grain bars in tracksuits. Get out to the frigging sunshine and take a walk with the dog!

The problem with national obesity begins at your doorstep, and hopefully once you get to your doorstep, you’ll look outside on this fantastic country of ours and take advantage of it.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Ghost Goblins and Ghouls and Goths!


Generally speaking - in my life, the only thing that goes bump in the night is my bed after I've had a feed of Guinness and my bottom is tooting a merry tune all night long, much to the disgust of my missus.

However, as much of a sceptic as I am in general, I do have a weird fascination with the paranormal.

Now lets not go nuts here, I don't go to seances and I don't think Derek Acorah is in any way NOT taking the piss when I watch ghostwatch on the sci-fi channel. But I do think that there's things in life that no matter what, we just can't explain.

Some people may be so convinced they've seen ghosts or things of that nature, and scientists might say "well you've clearly got a chemical inbalance in the oul' noggin there" mind you, any scientist who uses the term "oul noggin" isn't to be trusted.

And I suppose we as a race have a way of rationalising things away and once we get a fairly normal explanation we're happy enough to get on with our lives. But who is to say that the millions of people worldwide who have claimed to have seen something weird are not partly telling the truth?

There's a smashing website called Shadowlands.com full of peoples ghost stories that I read when I want either a good laugh or a chill put up my spine, and of course, it attracts many madsers, but there was some stories that seemed so genuine - boring even - that you had to think there was truth in them.

I love a good scare, horror films and ghost stories are a great way to pass the time, and the more extravagent the better - I've done my share of oujii boards and have only ended up with someone (usually me) taking the piss, but I've never personally been scared by something supernatural, and hopefully I won't be, but I certainly would never discount the possibility of some sort of paranormal goings on in life.

Ghosts are probably the easiest thing to imagine being real, all this talk about frankenstein and werewolves and vampires etc.. are merely matters of folklore and fiction but somethings spirit that's alive after the body has long since died is totally a probability, lets face it - most of us believe in a heaven or a hell - or something other than a blank nothing after we snuff it, so why not ghosts?

I've heard some cracking stories in my time, most of which coming from old Ireland and things that happened well before we became the heaving metropolis that we are now, and of course, peoples imaginations, superstitions and such were not as tainted as ours today, but it would be something I hope doesn't die out completly.

I'd be a big fan of the urban legend too - the escaped mental patients and all that, anyone have any thoughts on this?

Oh - and I said I'd mention Goths too - bunch of makeup wearing cunts.

there.


Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Muso's corner!


Three albums that changed my life.

I was having a shite the other day, and I knew I was going to be a while (big lunch) so I brought in my iPod and prepared for my sit in.
Whilst I was there, a few songs came on that made think, "jesus, what would my life be like if I had never heard that tune" and so on.
So I got to thinking, you should name 10 albums that changed your life and stick it up on the oul' blog - and I couldn't - but nearly instantly these three jumped up and said "me!, me!"

Graceland - Paul Simon.

I have a very early memory of me actually dancing around my living room to you can call me Al. I loved everything about that record, My da had bought it on vinyl and as I was only 6, I didn't really have any particular leanings on the whole music thing, but I was made up everytime he played this record, so made up infact, that I still have the 12" record and I've had 3 different copies of the CD because I play it so much.
The title track itself is my favorite song, but looking at it now, it's certainly the tribal african type rhythms and such that got me going as a kid.
Maybe I'm half pygmy?
I can honestly say, that with the exception of the other 2 albums on this list, there is not another album to step up to this - song for song it's incredible.
The funny thing is, as I grew up, I spent a good while convinced, that Paul Simon was the dude from Caddyshack!
(shame)
This record changed my life in the sense that I strongly believe it set me down the good path in terms of music, and music appreciation. I'm not saying I've never bought a bad album but this certainly set the bar for all my other music store purchases.

Appetite for Destruction - Guns n Roses.

Taken off me because of the throwaway use of the word "fuck" and the volume at which I played it, this album was my first step into teenage rebellion, (at the tender age of 9).
I will always remember gurning with delight when I heard Axl Rose shout "fuck off" during "it's so easy" and thinking the lyric "take me down to the paradise city , where the grass is green and the girls are pretty" was the banner with which I was going to live my life.
It's a weird thing as a 9/10 year old, knowing full well that your idols are totally on drugs and are named "the most dangerous band on the planet". And being ok with that at 9 years of age is amazing. Again, I bought 3 copies of this on tape - 1 being stolen by a def leppard fan in the schoolyard. (the cunt.) and 2 copies on CD, which I listen to still on a regular basis.
Appetite for Destruction also holds (for me) the best guitar solo of all time in "Sweet Child o' Mine".

And Finally - Small Change - Tom Waits.

Zoo Be Za Be Zee Be Za Be Zoo Be Zie Yay. Zoo Be Za Be Squeeze A Zay A zeed ee aye ay.

Introduced to me because of that line in the song "Pasties and a G-String". (thanks JK).
I borrowed the album off the big man, and whilst I don't think it's Toms best album, it set me on the road to getting into all of Waits' music.
In saying it's not his best work though, it is one of my favorite albums, Tom Trauberts blues is simply mind blowing as a song, and the title track itself is brilliant.
This sort of changed everything for me, I had been at a bit of a loss to be honest, throwing my weight behind bands like Spacehog/Supergrass and so, bands that will never really set the world alight, not knowing if the next album was going to suck eggs or not, however, upon being shown the body of work that Waits had accomplished at that stage and then his change over time from ragged troubadour to insane professor I quickly realised that whilst not wanting to become either of those two characters, I could certainly now, listen to music with old and new sounds and not bother with any other stuff.

Of course, I've been lucky enough to hear these albums at times in my life where I needed to hear them, other albums I've loved like Dire Straits communicado or the Police's Outlando's d'amour, but consistantly, throughout time, it's always come back to those three.

That's my lot!

Let me know if any albums have done that to you!

El Voyce.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Victory is ours!



It's finally here!

It's the Drexday we've been waiting for!

Johnny Aggro is 27 AND it's on a Drexday!

Happy Drexday everyone.

Victory is ours.

What a complete cunt. (the interview)















cunt

Salivating Labrador: I'm joined today, by a complete cunt, is that a fair reflection Barry?

Barry Scott: YES THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH I SUPPOSE!

SL: And, I suppose the question we're all wondering is, why do you talk like that?

BS: IT'S A BIZARRE MEDICAL AFFLICTION I'M AFRAID!

SL: And, Cillit Bang Barry...Load of shite?

BS: IT'S ACTUALLY RED LEMONADE MATE!

SL: Well, I suppose that clears a few things up, are you married Barry?

BS: NO, TO BE HONEST - WHO'D LIVE WITH ME? I'M AN AWFUL CUNT.

SL: That you are Barry. And what does the future hold for Barry Scott?

BS: I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO BE ADVERTISING NEW CILLIT BANG PLUS!

SL: And that is..?

BS: SULPHURIC ACID AND RENDERED PIG FAT ACTUALLY.

SL: And you expect people to buy it?

BS: IF IT CLEANS A COIN IN THE AD YOU'D BE SURPRISED WHO WOULD BUY IT!

SL: That fucking coin, you love that Barry don't you? You twat.

BS: IT MAKES ME HOT!

SL: Fair enough, horses for courses....well I think we'll wrap it up there Barry.

BS: WILL YOU COME HOME WITH ME?!?

SL: No, no we won't.

BS: PARTY BACK IN SCOTTSERS GAFF!!

SL: Sorry, we're...washing our hair(s)

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

A Short poem about a great guy...




Neeber Scoopendeedle

Neeber Scoopendeedle,
He's a Swedish tennis player,
Playing games of Swedish tennis,
Every single day.

However,

Neeber Scoopendeedle,
He's (also) a brick layer,
Laying Swedish bricks,
Black, Brown and Grey.

God Bless you Neeber.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

THE BUG THAT KILLED THE LADS

Buttus Coffeeus Splatterus

Like a dose of salts through a Cambodian - the lads were torn to pieces last week with a dreadful case of the "screaming hab dabs".

On Wednesday evening it hit Ciaran, hoisting him from his Ivory tower of smugness and planting him firmly in the toilet for a few days.

Meanwhile Pa had been struck from afar. Spending a couple of days in the foetal position in the bathroom serving himself an order of "butt coffee" with a side order of "crappacino".

But poor oul' Mango actually had to CANCEL a night out with his missus because he was sick as a pike!

Around about the same time I myself had to rush to the toilet and blow chunks.

Spending the weekend SO sick that I actually threw my neck out!

I reckon it's payback for an ALMIGHTY session we had a few weeks ago.

I've located the host specimen (Pa) and he must be destroyed!

DESTROYED!!!

Friday, March 03, 2006

Drex-Vader!


It's Drexday mother crunchers!

Best day of the week - but it comes with a stark warning.

Today is the coldest day in Ireland in 10 years.

The Gods are clearly unhappy.

so Drex up mother bitches!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Rock on Pt. 2



Welcome to the second installment of my Rocktacular rant. In the previous spittle fuelled narkogram I dealt with topics as fantastic as The guitar solo, LVS and the fantacular Rock beard, something I have since decided to grow since I wrote that little piece.


And now, I shall begin, at the beginning as they say and we shall roll onto the second part of my tightened panty rant.


Theatrics

What is a rock and roll show? When people went to see Dylan in the sixties and saw a scrawny chap with a big honker and a whiney voice (relax Dylan fans the man is a legend) singing with his acoustic guitar trying his damnedest to impersonate Woodie Guthrie were they rocked out? Did they leave in a sweaty mass jumping up, fist in the air with the sound of rock and roll in their ears? Did they jiggery. They left in a haze of smoke to return to their “camp” and eat Tofu burgers and talk about JP SatrĂ©.

Now all that is well and good, not everyone needs to have their brain taken out, put in a blender and popped back in, but for those of us who do, we have the rock and roll show. I understand a lot of people will say “but it should be about the music”, I say Bollocks to that. Elvis Presley was essentially just an entertainer, infact, 50% of his songs are complete horseshit, but when he sung them, and swayed those hips, people were moved. And the ladies – well – we all know they loved the king.

Move over rover, and let Jimi...burn everything to bits

“It’s all pyrotechnics and lights now”. Shut your fucking face, even in the 80’s when that kind of thing was at its peak, bands were rocking harder than ever. Dave Lee Roth didn’t get a pyrotechnical whizz to make him hop up with his legs akimbo did he? Fair enough, Bon Jovi had the bungee chords into the crowd and I’m sure there were 100’s of god-awful rockers in the 80’s (Mr. Big I’m looking at you) who did similar things to “reach the crowd” but all in the name of entertainment dammit.
I have to be honest, I love Journey, but what would Journey be without the big production? The rock stance – pretending your guitar is a machine gun and shooting the crowd with it, it’s all cracking stuff.


Look at Kiss, enormous in the USA, never really bothered with Europe (because they didn’t have to) but a KISS show was more make up than guitar licks, more fake blood than a George Romero movie, and more balls than ballsy thing.
Some theatrics are provided out of the big show mentality, creating a rock show that has more in common with Barnum circus than rock and roll, and others are clearly borne out the need to destroy or the pure vast intake of narcotica.


Jimi Hendrix setting his fender strat alight and then worshipping the flames, or Pete Townshend literally knocking seven shades of shit out of all the equipment on stage much to the relaxed bemused of the onlooking Ox.
Ozzy Biting the head of anything that was thrown onstage, Axl Rose starting a riot in St.Louis, Mike Patton drinking piss from a shoe, Jim Morrison in general, all these things are indelibly sewn into the great tapestry of rock and roll, and whether it’s a stage show or a band you’ve come to see, they all wind up spilling onto the same page.

I have one more part of this rant left in me, tune in next week rock lovers!

(sorry)