Loved this story about the archiving of Afrika Bambaataa's 40,000-strong record collection by Cornell University.
They had me from 'a dog-eared and dusty copy of the Shaft in Africa soundtrack' (para one)...
Johnny Pate - 'Shaft In Africa (Addis)' (1973)
Big, er, stick he's got there.
ReplyDeleteHad a quid on who'd say that first. Lost.
ReplyDeleteDVD let you down Davy.
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ReplyDeleteAlso puns re. 'shaft'
ReplyDeleteTo be fair these things were clearly in the minds of the sad saps who came up with the poster. But never mind that eh - the music, and how it got used #oldschool
ReplyDeleteOnly cos of the traffic and red lights on the Ring Road!
ReplyDeleteBill Poster is .. well endowed.
I was shafted in Africa once. The Winston Agogo Boutique charged me 27 Rand for a monkey testicle.
Nights are drawing in. Pint please Glo and a jug of Pimms for the fudgepackers.
Only having a couple. Need to get up me ladder* and hack/machete down the ivy growing like billio up the front of the house. May trim my bush too.
* Sturdy shoes are clearly important in order to allow sufficiant purchase upon my chrome multi-purpose combination ladder with a possible 17 positions. Versatility and safety combine to allow for those trade tasks to be tackled with ease. D-haped rungs allow extra comfort and security. Always ensure that you have a 'ladder buddy' with you when mounting or alighting. (Unless, like me, you have no fuckin friends whatsoever).
Friday night up a ladder is a fine time and place for bush trimming.
ReplyDeleteI'll have a Pimms and a lager while you're doing it.
ReplyDeleteWho's the black private dick with a great big stick?
ReplyDeleteSHAFT!
Damn right.
True story: Leaving the house one morning our neighbour was standing out front while his dog was sniffing around our front garden. He said to me "My dog loves the smell of your bush" then gave me a puzzled look when I pissed myself laughing. Americans don't really get that kind of humour.
ReplyDeleteA fragrant bush is a joy eternal
ReplyDeleteAlthough the woman opposite needs her's clipping...it's over-spilling the pavement
ReplyDeletePS: Dickie - you are incorrect to assert that you 'have no fuckin friends whatsoever'.
ReplyDeleteIt's just that we're not within gripping reach of your ladder x
Good evening gentlemen. I reckon the heat is clearly having an effect to your.. erm.. heads..
ReplyDeleteLuca.
Ooh, get her
ReplyDeleteJust back from a hellish day trip to Cookstown NI. so fuck your Pimms, give me a pint of gin with a squeeze of lime.
ReplyDeleteGlo luv. I sense that drew may appreciate one of your sweat-soaked bear hugs - and a game of hunt the pickled egg.
ReplyDeleteYou carry on like that and you know what's coming to you.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'll thank that 'Wingate' lad to watch his language, he's not in a 'techno' bar now
ReplyDeleteLanark Bugle ..
ReplyDelete"'Glo stick' found up local boy's bottom"
L's birthday into the bargain! At least the Radley bag got me brownie points. Pickled egg, no but hunt the scotch egg, now that would be a game worth playing.
ReplyDeleteLaters as a friend of mine who is old enough to know better keeps saying.
I will recount the story of my brother's sneaky beaky exploits in Cookstown and what it meant for me the first time I went over there some other time.
Did you hear if Dickie is out of A&E yet?
ReplyDeleteDrew's new range of ATKT t-shirts with slogans No. 1 'Fuck Your Pimms'
ReplyDeleteExcellent idea SA
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