In the runup to the inauguration of its first president, the republic of the United States was engaged in an earnest debate over how to address its new leader. After a month the joint congressional committee on titles came up with: "His High Mightiness, the President of the United States and Protector of their Liberties."
Dude; if I got to be a High Mightiness, I'd run...
I need a place to post little lemming frock stuff for discussion prior to little lemming frock day on 30 October. Is here ok or will that jepodise the sekrit blah blahness factor?
Few things more annoying (at the time) than cold and flu drugs that wake you up instead of putting you to sleep. It's only a cold yet I've had a day and a half off work already, sleeping on the lounge. Yesterday, despite having the 'good' drugs - the one the pharmacist makes you hand over your licence and first born for - the pseudoephidrine only made me feel sub par rather than bouncy. Today I'm almost back to normal with drug assistance (legal that is) but have cancelled the planned three hour stomp around a paddock tomorrow. Keeling over would not be a good look me thinks.
The non-pseud drugs, that I took earlier in the week before giving up my firstborn, were ineffective but interesting. I could sleep, sort of and by 10:30pm I had solved all the problems of the vampire fiction genre including do they sparkle or go up in flames in sunlight and how shapeshifting really works. Unfortunately I've forgotten it all so my end to all arguments book will remain unwritten and my fortune unsecured. Later that same night I also designed a system where for every one thing you owned, you would on ever need one other thing, ever. I can't remember exactly how this brilliant system to save waste worked either and anyway at about 4am I realised that it was completely open to rorting and would be horribly ineffective. I may still be able to sell it to Tony Abbott though if I can remember enough of it. I hope my need for cold and flu drugs wears off soon or otherwise the realisation each morning when I wake up that I haven't in fact solved world hunger or beauty pageants will be too depressing.
... you really oughtta sing about toast, as well...
I can't find a clip for this song, although apparently one exists. on the single cover behind Alexei you can see his band, Alexei's Midnight Runners (a pun most Lemming-worthy), from left to right, Rik Mayall, Nigel Planer, Adrian Edmondson and Peter Richardson (who I think was originally meant to be Mike on the Young Ones). there's nice scans of the cover front and back on this site. the back is especially mighty.
I have great memories of this song... it was released in 1981 and Clive Robertson used to play it all the time on 2BL on the breakfast show, in between terrorising Geraldine Doogue and Caroline Jones. it was mostly funny, but you could hear their frustration. one day, I hope they get to wreak their rewenge ;-)
Clive had a thing about toast, because there was another song he used to play a lot, but I don't know the title or the band. it was almost a proto-rap about making toast, and in the chorus was the line, "Spread that toast, boys!" with the sound effect of many knives scraping toast. I really wonder what that song is...
but in the mean time:
One: Think bread. Two: Hands on head. Three: Press down. Four: Go boing.
