Local cryptid: The Pube Burner Race Car

This majestic creature was about in late summer of 2017, according to the file properties, and this beauty was only about briefly, a couple of weeks at most. It's a little Ford that I would often pass by on my way to doing some volunteer work at the time, and at one point, I actually remembered to take the camera out and nab some pictures. At one point, it had "EAT MY ASS" sprayed across the rear bumper in big red letters, but that was covered over before I was able to get a photo - tragedy! There are still wonders to be found here, though. Let's take a look...


Starting with this side view, we're treated to the beauty of its fluorescent painted rims, some powerful flames and just in case anyone was in any doubt, yes, it's definitely a race car. Not quite on a par with the WRC Subaru Impreza livery (not at liberty to state how much time I sank into Colin McRae Rally on the PS1 back in the day...), but that's all part of its charm. You can also just about make out the black paint on the back here.


Note the nice number on the hood, SPEED MUNTERS written across the top of the windscreen and the sassy eyeshadow on the headlights. Fabulous, dahling! Also the neatly defined stripes are very pleasing. It makes me wonder what the story was here; it would've been a hoot to be a fly on the wall while this work of art was being created.


Something I have only just noticed now, upon hunting up these pictures to post, is "Nostrildamus couldn't stop me", brilliant stuff. The window by the back seat there has some names on it; there's ALAN, Richard, Simon and a couple others that I can't make out.

This was parked near to a garage, so maybe it was there to be fixed up and when it disappeared, it went on to further adventures (I would love to imagine that the Pube Burner is still out there somewhere), or maybe it was there to be tragically reduced to the state of a regular old car. Who knows.
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Further rambling

Twa Thousand Corbies

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Going to start this post with an illustration, because of this blog layout, posts lacking images tend to look a bit pants. The art here is by G. Howell-Baker. A while back, I was joking about gathering together as many versions of Twa Corbies as possible, and finally, here we are. This is going to be a continually evolving list, so if you know of a version that needs to be included, or if you've recorded one of your own, then by all means, let me know. You can put a comment here or e-mail me at looksinnocuousnenoughchaps [at] gmail [dot] com. Let's begin! 1.  Folly Bridge - My personal favourite, performed completely a capella with some beautiful, eerie harmonies. 2.  Hamish Imlach - A live version, and a very close second favourite. Hamish's distinctive voice works wonders here and we're treated to some elegant sitar as well. 3.  Ayreheart - This one features the lute and a passionate vocal performance, it's quite pleasant. 4.  The Corries - Quite a brisk and e...
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Some thoughts regarding Silent Hill Downpour

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Getting up at 3am for work is never a recipe for focussed and cogent thought, but it does seem to result in getting down some rabbit holes. On this occasion, after feeling an overwhelming desire to know what A Lyke Wake Dirge would sound like done in the style of Pookiesnackenburger (for the record, Alisdair Reynolds' version is my personal favourite) and weighing up whether or not to pursue a change of setting in an absurdist comedy script-in-progress because it feels like a repurposed shipwreck might provide more fertile ground than a haunted theatre, I got to thinking about Silent Hill Downpour for a bit. This game gives me some very mixed feelings; overall, I'd come down on the side of being fond of it, there's definitely a lot to love here but there's a near-equal measure of things that are frustrating about it. I guess the one-word summary would be "undercooked". It's got a lot of potential, and the green shoots of some really interesting ideas, but...
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Revisiting Crapston Villas (while actually sober)

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So recently, I played the Silent Hill 2 remake (really enjoyed it, a nicely done update of an old favourite) and while scrambling about in the flats, something emerged from the dusty caverns of long-buried memories: namely this stop-motion animated cat, lurking in the sallow light of a knackered hallway with blood dripping from his jaws. Quite the sight. Look upon him!!! To be honest, if it were a toss-up between the cat and Pyramid Head, yeah, I'd rather take me chances with the Traffic Cone Twat, thank you. So as it was, the only other things I could remember about Crapston Villas were an homage to that one King Crimson album, a scene involving a horrific-looking fish, there was a lot of gallows humour and the fact that I was howlingly drunk on questionable ale when I watched it (this was around 2013.) Incidentally, it seems to be a running theme with people that I've talked to over the years, whenever the topic of Newcastle Brown comes up, someone always has a story about...
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