Bugman

Evening Standard 10 July 2006

Red Skull

In anticipation of Dom's supervillain list I chanced upon this on the net. No idea where it's from.
Now in those days villains looked properly villianous. I always felt a bit sorry for the Red Skull. When you look like that there can't be many career options available to you. Social work is going to be out of the question, and I guess you're inevitably going to drift into extreme occult Naziism.

Here's tha Man hangin' with his homies.

Big Twat Week

As a further example of feline stupidty, following Spike's decision that the spin-dryer was a safe place to shelter from the apocylypse, Bat has come the conclusion that the best thing to do in a heatwave is sit inside a plastic bag. You figure. They wouldn't last five minutes on the savannah.

sunstones

To all of you who just typed 'sunset', 'standing stones' and 'vagina' into your search engine, welcome! Actually Kek already posted this a while back, after I sent it to him as a birthday card, but here it is again because:

• It provides an interesting counterpoint to the previous post.
• There are not enough pictures of vaginas on the net.
• I like it. Think would make a good book/CD cover.

The Stars My Degradation

Was perusing the books in Dalston Oxfam the other day when I came across this very rare work by cult US author Randy Buckstaff. So rare in fact that it could possibly be the only copy in existence. Not only that, but the cover art is by reclusive genius and Chriss Foss disciple Doug Savage. I'm gonna stick the sucker on e-bay, but not before I've read it! May publish some extracts, if you're lucky.