What is it with this aversion by the film and telly medium for a big betentacled beastie?
Seems to have started back in the 60s/70s with certain Whatley types displayed as a shimmery pool of light.
Then along comes the latest Pratchettery adaptaton, and no sign of the Eater Of After Eights.
And Zack Shyter is test screening without Squidward draped over the Institiute for Extraspacial Studies!
I'm sorry, but if there;s a betentaled behemoth in the book, I expect to see it on screen.
Oh, well - at least CoC got it right... shame they filmed in a B&W 20s stop-motion stylee and not a colour CGI extravaganza.
Colossal killer calimari!
Circling round the sushi bar in Lakeside.
Thursday, 6 November 2008
I got nothing to do-oo-ooooh...
...but hang around and wait for coach drivers to finish their fags.
How come they stop at a 'service station' for a 30 minute break, where there's feck all apart from coffee.
And then they stop at the cash & carry warehouse for a 10-15 minute shopping trip?
Half an hour to buy and drink a coffee, but 15 mins to get round a huge warehouse, look through the alchohol & wotnot, check prices, decide what you want, and go off to pay for it. And try and get chips.
That aren't allowed on the coach, coz they smell.
Wish I'd never left and hid in the shrubbery and become a real life Ben Gunn in the Piratey Area...
Oh well,
C'est la vie.
How come they stop at a 'service station' for a 30 minute break, where there's feck all apart from coffee.
And then they stop at the cash & carry warehouse for a 10-15 minute shopping trip?
Half an hour to buy and drink a coffee, but 15 mins to get round a huge warehouse, look through the alchohol & wotnot, check prices, decide what you want, and go off to pay for it. And try and get chips.
That aren't allowed on the coach, coz they smell.
Wish I'd never left and hid in the shrubbery and become a real life Ben Gunn in the Piratey Area...
Oh well,
C'est la vie.
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
You are travelling through another dimension...
A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind.
And of plummeting down in a lift.
More love in an elevator (with extra walking this way).
Not to mention the turtles head, with fat foreign feckers trying to barge through the queue.
And still no rabbit hole obsessed pretty... unless you include the French Fancy who couldn't keep her hand out the front of her pants.
And is there really a word such as a candleabration, or have they made it up?
Expand the ribs with Chicken, Chili and corn - and the return of Magic Lucy and her hankies.
Oh why does it have to end???
And of plummeting down in a lift.
More love in an elevator (with extra walking this way).
Not to mention the turtles head, with fat foreign feckers trying to barge through the queue.
And still no rabbit hole obsessed pretty... unless you include the French Fancy who couldn't keep her hand out the front of her pants.
And is there really a word such as a candleabration, or have they made it up?
Expand the ribs with Chicken, Chili and corn - and the return of Magic Lucy and her hankies.
Oh why does it have to end???
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
This is stuff I’m talking Billy Bob, Don’t give me any grief...
DISBELIEF!
A severe lack of Alicery going on!
But lovin' the Aerosmith!
It's a small world after all... not it sodding well ain't - it's a fecking HUGE one if the amount of trekking about is anything to go by!
Still, the christening of Mr B'lerb'lerb'lerb'er more than made up for it.
A real rib tickler, that one!
And the ribs were very tasty indeed, with a side accompanyment of Eighties EuroPretty hooping her hoops about like there's no tomorrow.
And more pumpkins than you can shake a stick at!
A severe lack of Alicery going on!
But lovin' the Aerosmith!
It's a small world after all... not it sodding well ain't - it's a fecking HUGE one if the amount of trekking about is anything to go by!
Still, the christening of Mr B'lerb'lerb'lerb'er more than made up for it.
A real rib tickler, that one!
And the ribs were very tasty indeed, with a side accompanyment of Eighties EuroPretty hooping her hoops about like there's no tomorrow.
And more pumpkins than you can shake a stick at!
Monday, 3 November 2008
It’s on it’s roof! And the lights are on...
Travelage!
Early doors.
Nay problemo - but permittery takes, like, a thousand years due to Gomster staffage! How many tickets do you need for a 4 day permit (Four!!).
Yay! Brian!!!
Feck, no. There be a fire in the tunnel, so we taking the tunnel. Still, got an upgrade out of it!
Posh hotelery!
Luckily not posh hostelery (unlike D&A who separate you and take the lady upstairs to flog to weathy specy fetishist for toturement).
And how many fag breaks does a bus driver need - surely not that many!
Still - arrival! And spend, spend, spend!
Damn that Disney and their NBX merchandise!
Early doors.
Nay problemo - but permittery takes, like, a thousand years due to Gomster staffage! How many tickets do you need for a 4 day permit (Four!!).
Yay! Brian!!!
Feck, no. There be a fire in the tunnel, so we taking the tunnel. Still, got an upgrade out of it!
Posh hotelery!
Luckily not posh hostelery (unlike D&A who separate you and take the lady upstairs to flog to weathy specy fetishist for toturement).
And how many fag breaks does a bus driver need - surely not that many!
Still - arrival! And spend, spend, spend!
Damn that Disney and their NBX merchandise!
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Furtive eyes peep out of holes...
Glamming up is all very well, but rainage certainly puts a dampener on things!
And there's Chivalrous Xym, offering up capeage to protect pretties from precipitation.
However, said capeage causeth much difficulty upon the dancefloor, not to mention the accumulation of heat.
And I'm not talking about celebrity gossip magazines!
By departure time, Xym was looking like some bloated medallion bloke.
No change there then!
The night is all that we have
And there's Chivalrous Xym, offering up capeage to protect pretties from precipitation.
However, said capeage causeth much difficulty upon the dancefloor, not to mention the accumulation of heat.
And I'm not talking about celebrity gossip magazines!
By departure time, Xym was looking like some bloated medallion bloke.
No change there then!
The night is all that we have
Put on the masque...
Saturday, 1 November 2008
I saw this blank, pale, emotionless face. And the blackest eyes...
Outrage!
Duplicity!
Abandonment!
Everybody loves Raymond?
Everyone loathes Xym.
No more Hades for me!
Stuff 'em.
:(
Duplicity!
Abandonment!
Everybody loves Raymond?
Everyone loathes Xym.
No more Hades for me!
Stuff 'em.
:(
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