Park Life

I only ever listen to Achtung Baby.

Gim chee is the Korean pickled veg iirc.

Somewhere between 2012 and 2013 the sun will release the motherload. The cycle will continue without us. Again.

Last stand has begun, consciousness raising (the ancient races feel it first)...STOP...It is in our hands..STOP...Only have a reprieve..STOP. The Plumed Serpent What you see on this image are ten EMVs (Electro-Magnetic-Vehicles) in a formation in close proximity to the Sun, recorded by the NASA/ESA the SOHO STEREO EUVI 195 Ahead and Behind satellites. Each of the EMVs are larger than our planet Earth. This formation was called by the Mayans, Aztecs and other native tribes the Plumed Serpent or Feathered Serpent. I'm interpreting the appearance of the Feathered Serpent as a warning-sign for humanity, especially for the global ruling "elite" and the EBEs. The global ruling elite has set their plan in motion to kill most of the people on Earth and then enslaving the surviving rest to serve them. This will not be allowed. The EMVs have protected planet Earth up until now from countless coronal mass ejections. If the global elite, and I am talking directly to the Rothschild and Rockefeller psychopaths here, is going on with their plan, then ALL of the EMVs will just move away from the Sun, as they partially demonstrate in this picture, and then let her do the rest. There will not even remain a single bacteria on the face of this planet or even underground. Their plans will never be achieved because they are dead then like the rest of us. They can not hide in the 1500 underground cities they have built, no matter how deep they bury themselves because the EMVs will absolutely make sure that nobody will survive down there. I know that the Ro&Ro and bloodline-psychopaths, according to their psychopathic minds, are having problems to comprehend facts as they are enthralled in wishful thinking so WE must make them understand. As we are becoming a space-travelling race the EMVs are protecting the other peace-loving exraterrestrial races from us, an immature war mongering race. We as the human species on this planet have to figure this out and get a positive result. This is humanities CALL on this planet! I am Shaman The planet is in danger. Peace

Faraday cage.

Probably didn't tie in with any of your fitness or diet botherings eh?

Nobody gives a fuck about that it seems...The only worry is if any hols might get ruined.

Probably had the wrong album on innit?

I agree, my diet doesn't, so I went for boring old half fat sausages. What is it with these fucking diets on this fucking site?!! Eat what you like. Life is short and our memories shorter. P

This is a very timid and pulseless album. They need to techno or go home.

Should have died down there the rock climbing-happy go lucky-fit-airhead-fuck.

The feathered serpent. Full CME countermeasures protects life on the third planet.

Nice. It's a man masala you'll be making though right? Not the weak girly one...

Fantastic stuff. No.3 is the funniest.

Just get some African lads in from France or Holland, cheap as chips. Hoaru from PSG and Gervinho. Yeah big hefty African lads or hefty black lads from former Dutch colonies. Or big athletic fit black lads from France or former french colonies..Generally check colonies for fit black lads. Or maybe huge musclular types who can run fast with big grins and wide eyes..Ideally colonial. Get this lot on the bench

The trick with Chicken if you're putting it in the oven is to rub a little soy sauce on the skin.

Can't say I was thrilled with it. Tasted alreet though. Better with Spanish sausage sweetie.

Best in the clay oven.

Looks bland as fuck.

Thanks for sharing. Do you reckon all will be well there now, or is there still potential for it to kick off? It will be fine till your mate arrives.

Thanks for sharing.

NEW RADIOHEAD ALBUM: THE FIRST REVIEW Good news for robots who are scared of crossing the road and catching Spanish flu; your poets laureate have returned. Yesterday Radiohead announced they were releasing their new album, The King of Limbs on Saturday. Of course it’ll be heralded as a triumph, but no-one has actually heard it yet. No-one except us that is. Vice are extraordinarily lucky; thanks to Ed O’Brien’s abiding fondness for our Behind The Music column, the Oxford quintet have agreed to offer us sole, unprecedented access to the record – access obtained deep within the bowels of XL’s Ladbroke Grove headquarters, where the only existing promo copy is presently under firm lock and key. Below, we’ve written up a complete track-by-track guide to give you a foretaste of this most salivated-over cultural obelisk. 1. INTRO 1 Johnny Greenwood’s lush orchestral opener contains virtually no words, except for a brief refrain at the end, where Thom intones over and over in his most morose vocal: “War. Killed. Me. I. Died. In. A. Big. War.” 2. INTRO 2 (INTO THE BATTERY FARM) “Babies’ eyes/Babies’ eyes/cancer, flies, thyroid pies,” laments Thom, on this beastly overture, reminiscent of “The National Anthem”, or perhaps “Killer Cars”, while Johnny Greenwood plays a timpani with a zither as though the planet’s alternative fuel options depended on it. 3. P£T£R P£PP£R The first of the tracks that Radiohead composed by riffing over whatever was playing on Fearne Cotton’s Live Lounge during that day then erasing the original track, “P£T£R P£PP£R” is Thom’s deeply personal reaction to the events of the banking crisis. It is an angry rant at the 12% per annum depreciation in the value of his Oxford mansion over the past three years, for which he holds Sir Fred Goodwin personally responsible, juxtaposing the dramatic collapse of RBS and a local tableau of his house-selling circumstances. Key lyric: “Cardboard boxes/Files for the shredder/Did Foxtons call, hon?/End of my tether.” 4. THE OBSERVER Where would the ‘world’s first newspaper album’ be without the ‘world’s first newspaper song’? An interlude similar to “Fitter, Happier…” in which Victoria Coren’s Observer columns are read chronologically by the late WWI Tommy, Harry Patch, over a nine minute slice of “Bieber 800%”. 5. TAILBACK ON THE LUNAR EXPRESS Radiohead’s most challenging composition yet. Consisting in its totality of a single note on an acoustic guitar played in a metronomic four beats to the bar, it reputedly took the group two years just to build the studio set-up that would allow them to create the perfect take, during which time Nigel Godrich had three nervous breakdowns and began hallucinating that he was a tick on the rump of Aztec king Montezuma. 6. RAPE ALARM Like “Nude” on In Rainbows, this is Radiohead stripped bare: a song that will send goose-shivers up your spine, down your aorta, straight into your left ventricle, killing you. Only play if you’re on statins and have a BMI of less than 25. 7. CREEP II A Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps-style updating of the material that first won them fame, “Creep II” is a tender ballad that finds the same character approaching middle-age, reflecting on his traumatic unrequited love, looking her up on Facebook, then expressing a high degree of schadenfreude in finding out that she’s fat, newly divorced from her jock asshole high school sweetheart, working in a call centre for EDF Energy in Stratford, and lists Amy McDonald and The Beatles as her favourite musicians. 8. CALLS WILL COST £1 PLUS STANDARD RATE. CALLS FROM MOBILES MAY BE CONSIDERABLY MORE A hurricane scree of “Idioteque” electronic noise and acid jazz with a bassline sampled from the Fat Albert theme-tune and replayed on a baguette, over which Thom spits his most barbed lyrical darts yet. Key lyric: “Louis/Liar. Cheryl/Chernobyl. Dannii/Dachau. Simon/Srebrenica. Pouty face/Cross face. Backstory/Sob story. Red tops/Top off. Best bits/Montage. Black one/Gay one/Old one/Comedy one. Vote me off/Lead me on/Put. Me. Down.” 9. FML A clear marker that the Oxford quintet have been keeping pace with the most cutting-edge music of the Twentieth Century, this is a gloopy, ethereal noisespace that sounds like Burial jamming with M Ward in a nightbus at the bottom of the Thames on a mixing desk made of ennui and marmalade. Lyrically, the Iraq Inquiry comes under Thom’s microscope as he contrasts Tony Blair’s testimony with the sex scenes glimpsed in his memoir, A Journey, and directly addresses Cheri Blair. Key lyric: “Mrs, how did your huge mouth kiss his lips that lied?/Did you moan as the Iraqi children cried?” 10. OUTRO II (INTRO) As a stuttering, almost tango beat builds from wafts of diaphanous electronic noise in the background, three minor chords ring out insistently on a grand piano, and a single cello etches a heartbreakingly rich, redolent tattoo of warm, regretful passions, over which Thom Yorke sings about how much he loves pussy. Key lyric: “Pussy. Pussy. Pussy/Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slap dat, lick dat, split dat, spit dat. Girl your coochie get so moist/I ain’t got no other choice. Big ones small ones fat ones thin ones/Don’t give a fuck/Long as I’m in one.” Instant verdict? Another classic: one that marries the taut electronica of Pablo Honey with the anthemic Britpop belters of Kid A and the complex prog of The Bends. A radical reinvention that fuses timeless langour with post-modern darkness over towering ziggurat electronica. It is a quantum leap; in the sense that it transplants you inside the body of a West Virginia stripper in 1967 who has to solve her brother’s murder with the help of a computer called Ziggy. Innovative use of physical product… saving record industry… blah… reluctant stars… contrarians… pioneers… Godrich, their fifth Beatle… still ahead of the curve… blah shellfish… Glastonbury… picnic… shoes… bus… car crashes… Global warning… more than just an album… etc. http://www.viceland.com/music/2011/02/new-...e-first-review/

Like the echoey dissonace of that around the middle.

No running track round pitch so no chance of any confusion. Check.