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Thursday, 26 January 2012

Freaky fashion week: Part 1

Strike a pose style icons

Straight from the fashion shows of Milan we have three fantastic examples of the high end brilliance in design, style, and modelling beauty that the fashion world can bring to the high street.

From left to right we start with 'Dog face tranquilliser girl'.

'Dog face tranquilliser girl' is sporting two completely different legs which is a really new and innovative look for this seasons followers of the ridiculous, as it requires the model to have a leg of choice amputated and swapped with a fellow amputee ready for sewing back on to finish this moronic look.

The dark blue denim dress was actually made from a discarded pair of John Wayne's dusty old cowboy trousers. The trousers required a week in quarantine before any human hands were able to transform this huge flatulent pair of cowboy trousers, into something equally as shite as they were before.

As for the face mask and head dress, both of these were grafted on during a black magic ritual whilst deep in the heart of the Amazon jungle, and enable the wearer to not only pass out from lack of oxygen, but to feel anxious and very claustrophobic at all times.

In the centre we have 'Cliff Evans Lady boy'.

'Cliff Evans Lady boy' is wearing a flouncy red dress that was very kindly made by a blind midget called 'Miggle'. The fabric for the dress was originally white, but 'Miggle' decided that it must be red, and so promptly bled himself over the dress using a bread knife until severe blood loss caused him to pass out. 

The sandals were created by weaving horse hair, some old rope, magic beans, and a toupee previously worn by 'Punch and Judy's' love child 'Bruce Forsyth' to form the hideous shape. A process of heavy steaming was finally applied to produce this anorak wearer style of sandals.

Finally we have 'Lulu brain disease cat'.

'Lulu brain disease cat' is looking rather stretched in this fabulous pair of trousers recently stolen from 'Dale Winton's' washing line. The white blouse is a simple addition and was lovingly made from a bed sheet by tailor to the stars 'Lionel ritchie' after he had arrived back from a lengthy expedition in which he sailed solo around the world in a wooden thimble

The bed sheet material was found in a recently vacated crack den, and required two months of radioactive exposure to kill the strong stench of humanity gone wrong from within it. The material was then stroked rather vigorously by the cast of 'Les Miserables' to give it that wafting air of operatic twit, and then finally ironed rather flat by a steam roller which was steered rather badly by a horse called 'Simon'. 

So there you have three great example's of high end Milan fashion. Be on the look out for part two of this exciting new fashion range from the streets of fashion's capital.


By Arnie Canoe




Friday, 20 January 2012

Programming the Masses 1: Strictly Come Dancing

Necrophilia, plastic surgery, comatose programming are all on display for you

The best tool in the hands of a silent dictatorship is an acquiescent media and a docile population drugged on celebrity gossip and TV programming. It is the latter that we shall look at in this series as we see how easy it is to create a brainwashed and ever dumbed-down general public using cheap and nasty 'groundbait' programmes.

The first in our series concerns the mental aberration known as 'Strictly Come Dancing'. Widely perceived as Saturday night mind decay, this mind-control programming is especially effective as it serves several purposes:

1. To take the average schmuck out of their dreary lives for a couple of hours to witness the sights and sounds of an over-produced spectacle.
2. To give celebrities who have nothing better to do, a reason to be in the public eye and hence increase or revitalise their flagging fame and increase their bank balance.
3. To ridicule and mercilessly mock the unwashed masses by showing them how the stars dance away their lives in pomp and luxury whilst you little people scrimp and save and work yourselves to the bone to make ends meet.
4. To allow a panel of smug, arrogant and exceedingly nauseating assholes to criticise and judge the antics of a bunch of amateurs as they flail about pretending to be dancers for a couple of hours.

The whole premise of the show is contrived and extremely patronising. Celebrities dancing in a ballroom is similar to the decadence of the court at Louis XVI and his morubund Ancien Regime. Whilst the Third Estate of France starved his nobility ate heartily off of the backs of peasants, artisans and vagabonds.

In our great country we see job cuts, pensions being stolen, wages being slashed and an economy deliberately destined for the dustbin, but that's ok because flaccid astrological reject Russell Grant is blubbering about like a modern day Nero, disfigured and dumb former footballer Robbie Savage is sliding around the place like a grotesque parody of of John Travolta or Patrick Swayze in their dayglo prime. The women are there to show off their bodies to the dying libidos of elderly men, and the men are there to prove that they still have their appeal to desperate housewives gobbling down valium to silence the emptiness they feel.

All in all it is programming at its finest: you watch it and feel completely inadequate, hollow and as brainless as a Hollyoaks actress. It will soon return to the airwaves for a tenth season in hell, by which point the British economy will have shrivelled to the size of a pea, and the underclass will become as poor as the inhabitants of the Third World. Cheery stuff I’m sure, but at least we have the stuttering, gibber-jab, ski jump jaw, Bruce ‘when will this variety show clown ever die?’ Forsyth, smiling away and making staid jokes to soothe our vacant souls. Can hardly wait for the next does of programming…

By Dr Green