Category: Randumb Book
Boys Town To Manhattan!
New York New York – Frank Sinatra So I land. Collect my bag. Walk out the airport doors. Cross the zebra crossing. And hear a guy stuck in traffic shouting at me out of his mini van window. “Welcome to New York, you’re going to rock it in this city, am I right?!” Before IREAD MORE
I Shot The Sheriff…
Angelina/Zooma Zooma – Louis Prima Blog. Book. Sitcom. Movie. You know the plan! Time to get phase three in action. So I write a script. Pick a scene. Let’s shoot that. What do I need? Director? Sorted. Cast? Dancing. Location? Hmm. Actually. How about the Irish coffee shop down the street from me? Especially as theREAD MORE
Stop. Press. Print!
This Must Be The Place (Viceroy Edit) – Talking Heads Mighty weekend. Went to a secret sale on Friday. Bought a pair of $200 jeans for $5. Came home. Tried them on. Drove my foot through the crotch. Down to the knee. Ripped jeans apart. Mighty. Money’s Worth Hayes, they call me. DJigged Friday andREAD MORE
Weekend at Bernie’s
Running Up That Hill (Louis La Roche Remix) – Kate Bush Some things in L.A appear will never change. Not unless I do, anyway. Such as, people calling me by the wrong name over and over. Ever growing list at this stage. The usuals still apply. Merrick. Eric. Omar. Moved on a lot to Merk.READ MORE
Hermit The Hog
Flutes – Hot Chip Wake up. Slide out of bed. Onto my knees. Groan.
My Bleak Week.
July – Mundy Bleak. Reek. Eek. What a week. Funk me, eh, peek. So I’m out Sunday night doing stand-up in a placed called Flappers out in Burbank. Sound people in charge. No apeness. No ridiculousness going on back stage. All good. First time doing a gay centric show. Didn’t realise it was one untilREAD MORE
Omerricka!
Hollywood (Felix Da Housecat Remix) – Penguin Prison Off the top of my head I can only think of two things:
Bang. Bang. Ba. Ng.
Roxanne – Strange Talk Birthday. Birthmonth. Bert on! Beach. Party. Celebration. Malibu. Malibooze. Maliboobs! Paradise. Cove. Kaw. Bird. Shrimp. Wine. Cocktails. Lounge chairs. Hi life. Hello living. Drink. Glass. My. Hand. Gulp. Pause. Laugh. Another drin- Plop. Huh? Seagull. Kaw. Kaw. KAAWW! Flying. Attacking. Dropping. Dumping. Plopping. Into. Glass. Hand. Mine. Dunk. Lucky? Me! SoREAD MORE
You’re F**King Joking Me?
What’s Going On? – Marvin Gaye So the other day I got this wonderful letter in the post from a blogaruu reader which I thought I would reply to… ‘Howdy, Just wanted to say great hair! Also. What have you been up to lately? Goodbye for now, Murk Waters.’ Howdy yourself, Murk Waters, great toREAD MORE
Pre-Paradise Prambles…
Man On Fire – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Not sure where my dose of self-diagnosed claustrophobia came from exactly. Maybe from when I was in fifth class in primary school. And for some reason a group of us were put in class with people in sixth class. The Special Ones, as we calledREAD MORE