A comic book hero who exists to stamp out immoral behaviour in an archetypal English village, whose inhabitants include a vicar with a proclivity towards plastic trousers, nylon tights and Revlon nail varnish?
My, there’s a concept for an album.
Misleading Make-Up Musings
Having joyfully contravened a number of employment dress codes myself over the years, I was intrigued to read the story of Melanie Stark, who recently left her job at HMV Harrods after the employer insisted she must wear make-up to comply with theirs.
Sorry To See: Overtaking Fail
Forgive me, but isn’t the Tour De France the one place cyclists might expect to be safe from visually challenged drivers? Or do the organisers figure the race just simply isn’t hard enough to compete in without race accredited vehicles trying to knock riders off the road?
Rebekah Brooks: A Petard? No, I Don’t Own One
For one journalist to have their character called out by the unwashed masses in a fortnight is noteworthy. For two? It’s about as close as we cosseted Brits ever get to bloody revolution.
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Sorry To See: David Haye’s Broken Toe
The culprit. Apparently. Image via badlefthook.com
It’s not a World Cup or Euro championship year, so your average English football player is far more likely to be sunning themselves on an exclusive beach or getting caught up in an odious sex scandal than being criticised for a poor international showing in an off-season competition.
Fortunately for the British tabloid press, who would lose at least fifty-three percent* of their source material if the English national team were to figure out how to play football with one another and simultaneously remain faithful to their partners, boxer David Haye had a big fight on July 2nd and the aftermath of that should be sufficient to keep the hacks bathing in fresh ire for weeks to come.
Johann Hari: Swimming With Sharks
Image via thecommentfactory.com
If Johann Hari had been born in the 50’s, say, instead of the late 70’s, the chances are that the plagiarism accusations currently threatening to slip a bag over his head and bundle him into a darkened room would never have been noticed by the public at large.
Tune Of The Day: Bright Yellow Gun, Throwing Muses
With nostalgia being the last refuge of the terminally depressed, it seems fitting that we should travel back to 1995 and a band whose lead singer who was diagnosed as schizophrenic way before mental illness became an essential facet of being a ‘celebrity’.
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Sorry, What Was That You Said, Luv?
Image: AP Photo
Am I less of a feminist than Julie Bindel because I wear make-up? And while we’re splitting hairs, is the girl I just saw struggling down the High St in her five-inch heels less of a feminist than I?
Oh bloody hell. It’s that time of year again.
Sorry To See: Glastonbury On A Budget
Due to cuts at the Glastonbury Festival, the Scissor Sisters were unable to replicate their incredible performance of 2010.
Tune Of The Day: I Like It Rough – Lady Gaga
At last Gaga finds a faster way to travel across the room than walking in those heels. Image via phombo.com
As a former riot-grrl born in the (mid to) late seventies, I am perfectly placed achieve maximum enjoyment from Lady Gaga’s brand of catchy pop tuneage and flamboyant costume. The timing of my birth ensured that I would never be without a kick ass, peroxide ravaged, New York based female rock icon in my life and now I’m not sure I could face the perils of existence alone.
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