sweet effay

Sporadic action here over the next three weeks I’m afraid as other stuff takes precedence. In the meantime, check out the Jeremy McClintock film over at Whorecull (it doesn’t seem possible to permalink to it), which went down a treat at Extropia at the weekend. I only caught the early part of Extropia, but it was fun. Hope to make the next one in September.

Duty calls and I am summoned to London on business (my that sounds grown up!) tomorrow. Happily this coincides with the isssue of a two day pass for good behaviour from Mrs effay. I'm hoping to catch some of the early action from this



before moving on to an in-depth anthropological analysis of Soviet Goth. Oh hang on, Mark's already done that. I'll just have to hang out and dance then.

As somebody who was brought up to believe that the only area of civilization in this country is contained within the borders of London, with a possible exception being made for Brighton, and that the only really civilized people dwell to the South of the Thames, I am often asked how I manage to stand it up here. Well it's because when it's hot, you can hang out on the Broads watching swans carrying their babies on their backs.


Later, as the evening draws in, you can get totally wasted and stare at the sky.



Beats Wimbledon Common any day of the week.

Living the rural idyll, as we do, I found myself having to spend a vast sum on a strimmer at the weekend. I'd been borrowing my father-in-law's, but it's a bit crap really. Anyhow, I told him about this and that he could have his electric strimmer back. After questioning me closely about the new strimmer and discovering it was a petrol one, he nodded approvingly and said "Well, if you've got a man's job to do, you need a man's tool'...

Is he incredibly naive or what? Here's a tip Bob: There'll be loads of people at these concerts who couldn't give a shit about world poverty and there are tons of people who will pay really fucking silly money to see Pink Floyd reform. It hardly takes a genius to work that out. Let's be honest mate, if you'd handled it better, they would have paid you really fucking silly money.

Personally I think that Bob should keep off the moral high ground until all the performers offer up the percentage by which their profits increase in the 12 months after they do this promotional outing, sorry huge political statement.

Another one of these meme things passed on from Infinite Thought. Before we start I shall just point out that, contrary to IT’s slur, I do not spend most of my time thinking about this sort of stuff; my days are taken up with pondering the question of Being. Right, now we’ve got that sorted out:

If you could have one superpower, what would it be and why? (Assume you also get baseline superhero enhancements like moderately increased strength, endurance and agility.)

Doom Patrol’s Crazy Jane’s ability to turn into the Scarlet Harlot because it looks like lots of fun.


Which, if any, 'existing' superhero(es) do you fancy, and why?

Venus Blue Genes from 2000AD’s Rogue Trooper.

Why? She’s a heavily muscled, blue-skinned, blank-eyed, Mohawk dressed in scanty combat gear. What is there not to fancy?

Come to think of it, that would let Rogue in too. He’d have to leave his annoying biochipped talking equipment behind though.

Which, if any, 'existing' superhero(es) do you hate?

This is a big list, but the top two have to be Captain Marvel (the Big Red Cheese, not the Kree warrior) and Krypto the Superdog.

OK, here's the tough one. What would your superhero name be? (No prefab porn-name formulas here, you have to make up the name you think you'd be proud to mask under.)

Not tough at all because several years ago I was anointed with a superhero name by a psychedelically enhanced visionary from the Wastelands of the North - Pagan Boy.

For extra credit: Is there an 'existing' superhero with whom you identify/whom you would like to be?

I’m not sure whether he’s really a superhero, but Waldo ‘Diminished Responsibility’ Dobbs certainly has a lifestyle that I envy.


Pass it on. Three people please, and why they're the wind beneath your wings.

Aargh! I picked two people for the last one of these things who would have been much better for this one, and it seems a bit much to pick them again. Never mind, I’ll go for
Old Rottenhat because there are loads of them so someone is bound to want to do it.
Rochenko because he has a picture of Big Ben, The Man with No Time for Crime on his blog and might need a break from all the serious stuff.
Loki because people who dream should be able to come up with answers to questions like these without too much hassle.

I get back from our adventure in the Great Outdoors to find that Cinestatic is switching servers. Let’s hope that this one is better than the last. Thanks to Mike Smunk for all his efforts.

Word has reached me that out in the post-industrial heartlands, The Uranium Kid has passed through puberty and had his Big Book Report sanctioned by the Dwellers in the Ivory Towers. Well done! I guess he’ll be looking for a third nickname lifted from Burroughs now and is secretly hoping for Dr Benway. I suggest The Old Croaker.