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FACE of the Day: World Scotch Pie winner Stephen McAllister, from Kandy Bar bakers in Saltcoats, celebrates after being presented with his prize at The Scotch Pie Awards at Carnegie conference centre in Dunfermline.
ON January 16th of 1980, Paul McCartney was busted for weed. Japanese customs officials at Narita International Airport found 7.7 ounces of cannabis in the former Beatle’s singer’s bags. For his pains – he’d been travelling with his four children and wife, Linda – Macca scored 10-days stay in a Tokyo prison. The Japan leg of the Wings tour was cancelled.
LADY mannequins inside the American Apparel store window displays on East Houston Street in New York City are now sporting full bush, Gothamist reports. Under the flimsy, translucent undergarments of each of the bespectacled female dummies sprouts a dark hairy merkin. There’s no doubt that the controversial exhibit will stop pedestrians in their tracks, and really isn’t that what founder Dov Charney and his team really want?
Insert snarky comment here.
FLASHBACK to August 5, 1953: Exiled Egyptian King Farouk strolls in the sun by the swimming pool at singer Gracie Fields’ restaurant, Canzone del Mare, on the Isle of Capri, Italy. King Farouk and his family spent time as guests of the British star. With Farouk is his wife, Queen Narriman, their young son, the new King Ahmed Faud II, and three daughters of Farouk from a previous marriage. (AP Photo)
YOU are looking at NASA’s picture of the “Typical ECG signal received during the Apollo 11 mission”:
Neil Armstrong was excited, but Michael Collins was…dead?
IN 1947, a flying car –a propellor-driven automobile that flies– took its first test in Rome, Italy. While cruising down the road, the vehicle’s wings stay folded and when its ready to soar, the “driver/pilot” stops and unfolds them. This newsreel by British Pathé, titled “The Flying Car”, shows this two-passenger hybrid vehicle in action, both on land and in the sky.
THE Greek urn holding the ashes of psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud, and his wife Martha, was “severely damaged” by thieves who tried to steal it from its home at from Golders Green Crematorium in London. The incident occurred sometime between between New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. A search to find who is behind the crime is underway and detective constable Daniel Candler of the Metropolitan Police says, “This was a despicable act by a callous thief.”
(Maybe they went to grab it and it slipped. You know, a Freudian slip… - ed ).
MY response to this appalling worry of modern life is that I’m just fine with children in restaurants although I will admit to preferring them boiled rather than fried. This isn’t quite how a Guardian writer called Ben Pobji sees things of course: he is insisting that he should be able to inflict his snotnoses on you:
Fine, say the kiddie-banners. Then hire a babysitter. Go out without the kids. Excellent. But guess what? Sometimes you can’t get a babysitter. Sometimes life happens and you’re stuck holding the nappies. But more than this – sometimes, believe it or not, we want to take our children to a nice restaurant. We all know that in general parenthood is a lifelong struggle to avoid spending time with the kids, but every now and then, incredibly, mum and dad might enjoy their children’s company and would rather have them around than dump them and run.
And perhaps most importantly, if you don’t allow kids in restaurants because of how they behave, what you’re doing is raising a whole bunch of kids who’ll never know how to behave in restaurants. I consider taking my kids out to eat an educational moment: teaching them while they gorge.
Did Somebody Drop His Mouse? Harry Nilsson And The Pensioners Sing ‘I’d Rather Be Dead Than Wet My Bed’
FLASHBACK photo: Deborah Harry of the rock band Blondie visits David Bowie backstage at the Booth Theater where he is starring in The Elephant Man, Nov. 1980. (AP Photo/Nancy Kaye)
WAS it right the elephant was killed at the Kruger National Park?
Sarah Brooks, a teacher at Gleed Girls Technology College in Spalding, and her South African boyfriend Jans De Klerk were filming a bull elephant “when suddenly it charged, overturned the vehicle three times and shunted it 40 metres into the bush”. So reports the Lincolnshire Echo. Brooks was hurt Brooks; Mr De Klerk was unharmed.
But was the attack inevitable? Was it sudden?
Footage of the incident has emerged.
THE FAB FOUR had barely left Ed Sullivan’s stage before their songs were being covered like mad across the entire planet. You’d be hard pressed to find a single artist from the mid-sixties to mid-seventies who didn’t have at least one cover in their repertoire. Then royalty rates went up, and it naturally became harder to include a Lennon/McCartney track on an album…. and finally, in July 1978, The Bee Gees famously ruined the idea altogether.
Herein are fifteen from the Golden Age of Beatles Covers – when everyone from Deep Purple to Peter Sellers had a Beatles song to make their own. Enjoy.
IN Nigeria, President Goodluck Jonathan has put his signature to the Same Sex Marriage Prohibition Act. Among a range of anti-gay laws, homosexuals can be jailed for ten-years for displaying affection in public. Helping homosexuals avoid detection is also a crime.
It’s getting to be like Eastern Europe and some people’s visions of a better USA in sub-Saharan Africa. The links between the bigotry in Africa and what’s happening in parts of Europe and the UK has links to US missionaries.
FACES of The DAY: There be trolls, allegedly. Be afraid:
THIS is a bit of a surprise really, given RyanAir’s long standing policy on being listed upon any of the flight comparison sites like Skyscanner. That they’re going to team up with Google in order to build a site that will be incorporated into the Google home pages and search index:
There are some very exciting developments with Google, where we have been working with them on sharing the pricing.
We’ll be sharing the Ryanair pricing through all of the Google outlets, so when you go in, there’ll be route selections, cheapest prices and so on. Google are developing a price-comparison thing themselves.
They want to launch with us and we’re working with them on that kind of product. It’ll blow comparison sites like Skyscanner out of the water.
WITH so many “important things” going on the world, why spend time looking at forty year old sweaters? Simply put, the brain needs a break from the barrage of jarring images of a world on the brink. A tour of 70s men’s sweaters is exactly what the doctor ordered.
So, sit back, relax and enjoy a cornucopia of magnificent vintage sweaters. And you’re welcome.
Left: I’m not a fashion connoisseur, but I do have a general rule of thumb: Avoid sweater vests with built in belts.
Center: Add a cape and it’s almost superhero-like. Don’t for a minute think that superheroes are somehow above sweaters when they have no problem prancing around in Spandex unitards.
Right: Looks like he just stole Janis Joplin’s belongings. Poor sap. Her sweaty clothes are probably so saturated with drugs, he’ll be dead soon.
EMMA Gilbey Keller’s story on Stage 4 cancer sufferer Lisa Adams has been removed from the Guardian’s website. A message said: “This post has been deleted with the agreement of the subject because it is inconsistent with the Guardian editorial code”. But it’s been updated. It is “pending investigation“.
Keller’s husband, former New York Times Executive Editor Bill Keller, wrote a follow up in. He titled it “Heroic Measures”. The effect is like listening to a dinner party chat between two entitled, narcissistic members of the liberal intelligentsia.
RECORD collector, artist and New York-based Beatles fan Rutherford Chang has collected 918 first-pressings of 1968′s The White Album, the band’s least butchered album in which George Harrison came into his own.
HAYLEY Cropper was dying. Hayley Cropper is not a real person. She’s the work of dramatists at Coronation Street. And she’s dead. No. She’s alive. Hang on… No, Dead. But she could return for a retrospective or Christmas special. That’s the thing with people who aren’t real, they can do things the rest of us can’t. Sherlock can be made to live in today’s London, Tony Blair can be Prime Minister and Hayley can commit suicide rather than die slowly from cancer. It’s something to do with six-month contracts and a prior booking.
The Daily Mail’s paparazzo has “The Last Picture”. But no need to rush out and buy the newspaper because it’s not real news and, in any case, Hayley death is a primetime snuff movie.
AT the foot of the Shimao Skyscrapers in China’s Wuxi City, a fake shopping district has popped up featuring storefronts marked with signs that knock-off major international brands like Starbucks (now “SFFCCCKS”), H&M (now “H&N”), and Apple (now “Appla”).
Hug China reports that there are no actual stores behind the signs, that local real estate professionals have created these phony, but familiar, brands to make the property more appealing to potential buyers.
IF only the French could fight their wars as bravely as they fight against markets, eh?
The latest is that several Parisian taxi drivers have beaten up someone driving an Uber limo: this is even after the French Government just passed a, quite probably illegal, law to favour the taxis over the Uber drivers:
It seems that protest turned to guerrilla warfare this morning as one Uber driver, carrying Eventbrite CTO Renaud Visage & Kat Borlongan from the airport to Paris, was attacked by multiple assailants, who allegedly, after smashing one window and slashing two tires (as seen in the photo), as well as defacing one side of the car with glue, attempted to enter the vehicle. Borlongan says their Uber driver manoeuvered the two out of the situation before anything could happen, leaving the three stranded on the shoulder of the freeway.
UPDATE: Mr Pagnano has been arrested.
WHO is the Swiss Cheese Pervert? Philadelphia magazine report on the man who takes his own cheese to the drive thru. The Swiss Cheese Pervert is a man. Philly.com reports on the man abnormally interested in blue-veined cheese and biscuits:
According to the group, the suspect, a heavyset white man estimated to be in his late 40s or early 50s, approaches women while driving a silver or black sedan with his genitals exposed. He then displays a piece of sliced Swiss cheese and offers to pay the women to put the cheese on his penis and perform sexual acts on him using it.
WITH cinema a feeble force in today’s world of Grab What You Want, When You Want It media, it seems those in charge are determined to make it all even weaker.
Cinema’s make you leave the house, sell you lousy food, half deafen you with badly mixed bass tracks on films, stink up your nostrils with bleach and, worst of all, force you to watch films with dreadful chattering strangers. All for a million pound per viewing.