Giglamps rambles

It's that time again, another vein of weird cat ornaments has emerged and this week, it's all about the eyes...   Starting with a classic example of Cat, one of the many lengthy offerings, but it was the deeply affronted expression that made me think "It's time for more Cats."     In theory, this one's not too weird overall, but that expression is a bit fucking sus .     To be fair, I do like the swirly patterns on this one.  Piss-holes in th'snow.   And now, of course, it's time for a palate cleanser. Enjoy!    This chap is very appealing, with the stocky hooter, the sultry colour scheme and the squint - whether he's got poor eyesight or he's been on some bloody good gear, either way, he's a real charmer!

It's not Sunday, but I got mixed up with my days and Sunday Shitposting doesn't answer to the laws of linear time, it's a state of mind! To that end, while sorting through some files, I found some mildly amusing reviews of a Black Forest gateau on Shamansburys' website, not quite on a par with the Amazon reviews of various ouija boards circa Spring 2016 (one that's written on my heart forever is "I bought this ouija board now George Michael won't leave me alone ffs"), but you've got to get your kicks where you can nowadays. This effort mainly resulted from a discussion about that Chewin' the Fat sketch, wherein Greg Hemphill referred to a gateau as a " gatooks ", which is a lot of fun to say and it has legitimately been one of my favourite things for the past few weeks (it's up there with Hologram Farkas and jayperpapoes!) Shall we have a see what the good people have to say about this gateau, then? First off, someone felt compel...

Right now, I should be doing sensible things but distractions are a-plenty and the current hot weather has enabled my procrasination with an excuse to rummage around the cupboard to dig out the fan, Alan's cooling mat and a cheesy throw with a tiger on it turned up - no idea why it was in there but it's in the laundry basket now anyway. Also this morning, I've been busy inadvertantly mind-marinating an episode of Northern News , can't remember specifically which episode it was, but Ian referred to jacket potatoes as "jayperpapoes" and that neologism is just hands down my favourite thing at the moment; it keeps coming into my head and making me laugh. It's a bit too sizzly for jackets (both the spuds and the garments) at the moment, but when we get some colder weather, I will absolutely be on it with some jayperpapoes. Probably with tuna and mayo, some grated cheddar and a splash of hot sauce - yums . Another thing that's been on my mind lately is whisk...

While looking for mosaic supplies, I encountered this, a Falker Satherhood moment in the wild! On a related note, it's lovely to see Cake Wrecks still going after all these years; it brought a lot of joy to me and my friends back in college. Also, it would be remiss of me not to mention this post , because the "ripe ass advocados" are pure gold - 10/10, no notes. I could absolutely imagine someone in the shop going "Damn, those are some ripe ass avocados!"  In other news, I have set off on a mission to check out more of Stevia Sphere/Glaciaere 's back catalogue, after stumbling upon You're My Toy, Literally ; Pool Water Blue and Troubled but Hopeful a couple of years ago and absolutely loving them. In this endeavour, I've been giving each album some breathing room before checking out another one, giving each one my full attention and appreciation. At time of writing, Overflow is really delivering the goods; the whole EP is sublime but sum...

  Technical difficulties aside (but for the record, Blogger's post editor is also being a colossal cunt right now), we have more photoposting for today, and I went for an aimless wander under some cloudy skies, just to get out and about for a bit, because I get cabin fever at the drop of a hat most days. It's on this wander that I noticed this office building, Sovereign Court, appears to have fallen into disuse, and disrepair. It's something that I've always taken for granted, that things went on in this building, but clearly fuck all is happening with it at the minute and it's getting pretty tatty to boot.   Looking up this bit at the side here, it doesn't look too bad...  ... but at ground level, it's another story.   This bashed-in shutter 'ere - what is this, reserved parking for a Resident Evil boss?! Note the tantalising door hanging open in the distance...   A sign around the side looking worse for wear, among some pebbledashed* corduroy concrete...