Trick or Treat?
Halloween. Don’t get it.
Makes me… want to… trick the kids trying to trick me.
Who’s tricky now, eh?
HI KIDS. Meet friendly Mr Bosh Drill.
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Archive for the ‘Society’ Category
Why Rufus Hound incorrectly thinks he’s a boring twat (via The Dog’s B’logs)
July 10, 2011Of course, Rufus is anything but a boring twat as he expertly summarises why the Murdochs, News International, the News of the World, and the protection of implicitly guilty individuals is altogether a Bad Thing for us but a Good Thing for those in power.
Keep up the good work Rufus.
via The Dog’s B’logs
Surprise Drop in Surprises “Unsurprising”
June 29, 2011
Just not surprising in this day and age
FANS OF SURPRISES are confirming that more surprises than ever are becoming still less surprising.
This latest realisation comes after a slew of reports that UK railway passengers customers are set to pay fares of inflation-busting rates yet again, despite two prior decades of unfair inflation-busting fare increases.
Furthermore this news comes despite the perpetual increase in overcrowding and statistics of ever-reduced reliability, despite these facts’ own inevitability and corresponding unsurprisingness.
One especially frantic commuter commented today as follows:
“I just cannot believe we are getting value for money. Every day I wham myself into that cattle carriage like a bent-up cow, along with several hundred other bovinesque city folk.
I can hardly breath without inhaling the long hair strands of the pretty blond less than an inch from my face. But it works better than viagra. You ask my wife! She still wasn’t surprised though. I was in prison for 4 years for molesting the neighbours’ cats, so she knows the way I am.
And even then the cats knew what I was going to do as I had to protect their health and safety risks – not to mention my own – by showing them an RSPCA DVD and a C90 explaining the risks of Cat Aids before I could proceed.
I tell you, life is no longer full of surprises. This government needs to get it sorted out, but no: they’re too busy stuffing their faces with genetically-recreated dodos at the taxpayers’ expense. What a surprise. I don’t think!”
Even Tom Vek, an occasional songs minstrel and proponent of surprises, remarks:
“Every song I make is containing less surprises as listeners are getting more and more familiar and complacent with the vapid surprises I try and foist upon them. Everything is old and done and unsurprising. I can’t just pump the drums up to 11 anymore.
No wonder Tricky got so depressed after Maxinquaye. He did it all on that album back in 1995. Perhaps he killed the surprise. Wouldn’t surprise me. No wonder he kicked a pigeon into a shop window. The pigeon saw it coming as its guts splattered across the front of Superdrug. No surprises there.
This comes despite the 11 year gap I’ve left in between this album and the album before it; my so-called fans weren’t surprised I’d faded into profound obscurity. Unsurprisingly forgotten, just like all humans before me and yet to come (and then die).
Yet still my so-called fans weren’t surprised when I made a comeback after surprising them by taking a job at Blockbuster Video – in the Adult section, as a customer fluffer – for the best part of 2 decades to fund my return to indie microfame.”
The Association of Chief Police Officers were warning citizens today that as a result of the dramatic reduction of surprises, that they ought not to be too blasé to criminal acts. Chief PC Plod stated:
“Citizens must at least act surprised so as to emphasise how awful everything is these days, as opposed to acting cynically unsurprised.
I mean, yes, sure, this country has become humdrum, pointless and a waste of landfill opportunity. Nevertheless there are-”
…unfortunately at this point Chief PC Plod broke off his sentence and bit into a cyanide capsule. Unsurprisingly he couldn’t see the f*cking point any more.
Existentially, Chief PC Plod bit off more than he could chew. Surprising. Not.
When no-one is in a studio, does the audio equipment still make noises?
January 16, 2011
Abandoned and discarded. Someone once cared a great deal about this equipment.
VOX: “I’m so smug. I’m a VOX.”
Roland: “I’m quite smug too, but I can’t top you, VOX. It seems apt that I lie, thus, perpendicular to the ground, whilst you are appropriately upright. I hate you VOX.”
VOX: “I can see all the grit and muck on your wheels. Have you no shame, Roland?”
Roland: “What does it matter when you’re in the room, VOX? I can never be as good as you. I can never carry the warm glorious tones and even if I could, all the kids love your coolness almost as much as Orange. All I’ve got is this old skool logo.”
Roland crawls off, still side-ended, for a little cry.
Blue Chair: “Oh right. Just ignore me then. I mean, I AM actually the only one in this room that contributes anything properly productive in this messed up society by helping with the parking of bums whilst they contribute actual work and thus partake is true wealth creation in this glorious socio-capitalist economy. Whilst you two – YOU TWO! – just ponce it along with the cooler-than-thou indie kids.”
Piano: “Just calm down. You’re all pathetically short-term. What use is a chair or a valve amp or even YOU, Bicycle, when the transhumans take their rightful place as the simians’ overlords. Really, when you think about it, this really IS a very petty argument. Of course, having said that, Piano shall always prevail, just as it always has. I am CLASSICAL for a reason you losers. Ha!”
Bicycle sulks silently. He’s heard it all before and recognises the futility of partaking in Kilroy politics. “No wonder Kilroy lost his mind“, thinks Bicycle.
Hometown Postcard
August 9, 2010While the inter-continental nature of the Oh Cheers contributors is referenced infrequently by the wider press, its primary journo-nodes (journodes) are in the Earthbound cities of Melbourne and London.
However, it is often too easy to neglect our roots, and it is with this in mind that the latest image-riffery is a nod to (some of) our origins: a glorious bicentennial settlement on the south coast of England; a town where seasides, ice creams, students and the elderly nestle together in a sticky mess of foal abuse.
Yes, we’re speaking about none other than Bournemouth. Wish you were here?
Peaceful. Too Peaceful.
March of the Pigs
June 8, 2010The Main Protagonist of Oh Cheers is disturbed by a recent public uprising…
I always wondered what was to become of the summer of rage. It seems the best the Ook can do is a slightly lame water battle organised on Facebook. However, even that is quashed by a dozen carefully orchestrated police-persons.
Might it foreshadow the shortsharpshock that might come once the neo-chancellor of the Ook spouts out his emergency budget from his mouth end?
Might it be nothing more than an overheated mildly-but-deeply ENRAGED Mail-reading English overreaction to some Ook cops?
Either way, something kicked off at Hyde Park last Friday. A little nasty.
OK, some prick was looking to start a bit of a fight, and he got thrashed down to the ground like he ought to have been in a proper GTA smackdown. There was no need for his idiocy.
Kudos to the originator of the video. In the future he is exactly the sort of human who might find himself constrained when other water fights occur and the “executive” are involved.
See for yourself what happens when someone organises a big waterfight on Facebook (note: literal “March of the Pigs” of the title commences circa 3:08 into the video)…
Are You Tom?
June 6, 2010Edna has been patiently waiting for spinach seeds from a farmer at the local market, and reports on the experience…
Edna: Hello Blakey, have you got my seeds?
Blakey: Seeds! Bugger [SLAPS HEAD]. I was supposed to bring some of the Warrigal down for Tom at the gasworks.
Edna: I’m Edna.
Blakey: Damn, I forgot the seeds for Tom as well. Are you Tom?
Edna: No, I’m Edna.
Blakey: Are you sure you’re not Tom?
Edna: I’m sure I’m Edna.
Blakey: Do you know Tom?
Edna: No
Edna buys some leeks, onions and spinach, pays $21.
Blakey: All the best Tom, I will bring them for your next time.
Blakey’s wife: [ROLLS EYES)
Edna got her seeds a few weeks later, the spinach is growing nicely.
True story.
Look deep into Blakey's wild, wild eyes. You are Tom.
How to pee or not to pee?
May 27, 2010Our friend Edna has some lavatorial concerns to express from the southern hemisphere…
As an inhabitant of a multicultural metropolis, I can appreciate and enjoy the differences that makes this a fantastic place to live. But one cultural difference that I cannot come to terms with is the inability or unwillingness of some to use a pedestal toilet (properly).
Puddles of yellow around my corporate toilets and indeed even up the walls have been frequently encounturd (thankfully not yet) .
Surely regardless of your origins, a certain sense of “when in Rome” (Melbourne), applies to habits of a personal nature as well, especially in the office? I would have thought performing a “gut grunt” in the squat position would indeed be difficult, and dangerous, without a specifically designed device (as well as apparently messy)?
Now that “use the toilet properly” signs have been put up, the culprit seems to have spread out to the urinals. Perhaps working for a bank, this is a dirty protest against the GFC?
Make yourself comfortable
Oh Cheers
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