All I wanted to do was to put some Fleetwood Mac onto my iPhone. But I didn’t have enough space. So iTunes told me to delete some photos. So I go into iPhoto to get rid of all the photos on my phone. 6 hours later I made this video. Still no Fleetwood Mac.
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Transfer deadline day is important to Scotty
He’s a football fan. He loves football. He loves all the players. He loves the money. He loves his tv. He loves his dodgy sky connection (he doesn’t think it’s dodgy)
Jim White beams from the box
The girls are looking fit and all
Breaking news! breaking news! breaking news!
It’s Dotty’s 8th TDD
she’s well prepared
TDD no. 1 was a bit of a joke
‘It was all tea and no crumpet’ as Scotty would say
Iceland did those 40 in a pack things
So Scotty’s got 120 to eat today
A big ask if you ask me (you don’t have to, you can’t anyway, I don’t exist)
Chipsticks and cheese puffs were pre splayed last night too
Miniature heroes (a tin), plastic unfurled, lid popped open
Bhajis and chicken pops and wedges and waffles
Bobbling onto a mural of three conjoined legends
Shearer: raised right arm hefty, legs fading into a blank space
Mcmanaman (Coming from shearer’s hip ) golden locks hiding half a gawping dribbling face
Finally Batty reaching out from behind Macca’s crack
Tracking his man back with the knack of kojak
Less tiki taka
More chicken tikka
“I reckon this could go all night”, Scotty’s outstretched neck turns toward the kitchen
“They’ll av anyone them!” shouting aimlessly now
“He ain’t worfit, he ain’t worfit… he aint worfnuffink!” bits of pastry fall from his chin
If you asked him, he’d probably say it isn’t
But the look in his eyes tells us it’s better than Christmas
Jared Averil Tanna, 2013
Our last “blog comeback” (“blog-back”, or “come-blog” if you’re into that shit) of note came just after the birth of Blue Ivy Carter, and LO AND BEHOLD a young Yeez-Dashian popped out over the weekend, the stars aligned, and we made you a video. And put it on the site.
Disclaimer: the “blog comeback” referred to earlier was not a “blog comeback”. It was just New Years.
Remember a little while ago when we got our camera working? Yeah we’ve done fuck all with it. It’s sat in a box with a fully charged battery looking all shiny. We’ve thought of a ton of SIDESPLITTING ideas aswell. But if you know us personally, you’ll understand that we forget those by morning. On top of that, sometimes its like, fuck actually getting things done, you know? It’s long.
On the contrary, Hardwood Boulevard get shit done. The white shirt/black curtain juxtaposition at the one minute mark is executed to perfection. Whoever styled this video shoot went ham. The writing highlights an often felt yet all too rarely expressed facet of the human experience, ‘Emotion’, and evokes the beautiful simplicity and personal resonance of Biz Markie’s ‘Just A Friend’ chorus. It makes Frank Ocean’s album sound like Dane Bowers in real life.
Press play and get ready to feel.
LIL B IS THE GREATEST PERSON ALIVE.
YOU GOING SHOPPING? FUCK GOING SHOPPING.