Friday, December 16, 2005

It's that ninja Juve from the Magnolia...


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Nice guy with a great line in cooking tips but horrendous taste in DVDs - Bad News Bears and other assorted terrible comedies? Is that really what they're quoting and re-enacting up in the 'Nolia?

Monday, December 12, 2005

Sensitive Spuds...

Sunday, December 11, 2005

A time for giving...

The Old Boy xmas party was quite literally a feast of festive present giving.

The opening display of gifts certainly looked grand:



Frenzied present opening soon revealed the contents to include:

The worst quality Young Jeezy t-shirt ever
A Chingo Bling colouring and activity book
A giant tin of Quality Street
An 'I Heart Jesus' lanyard (hidden inside said tin of confectionary)


A vintage 'Darling, You Shouldn't Have Gone To So Much Trouble' cook book
A WWE female wrestling DVD
An 'Irish Hip-Hop Man Of The Year 1982' t-shirt


A Spice 1 CD
A Frank southern rap special pocket magazine featuring a fine array of Caddys, tats and fishing advice
A potato


The consensus seemed to be that Cakeboy, recieving both something to wear and something to eat, certainly lucked out in the present stakes. And my, he certainly looks happy here:


(Artist's impression. Actual Cakeboy might more arable.)

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Gifted Limited


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Originally uploaded by oldboyentertainment.
Less than 24 hours to go before the Old Boy's secret santa present swapping session jumps off. Who'll get the present held together by elastic bands because the sellotape ran out? Oooh, the suspense!

And the venue for all this festive frivolity? The Goose, of course. But we don't just lease the function room - we buy the whole venue. For the day. Or something.

(Xmas tree courtesy of the Van Pelt family.)

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Boss Hawg



The latest issue of The New Yorker is one of those subtle ones that you flick through at first thinking that nothing much catches the eye only to then get drawn into a 14 page article on wild hogs.

For those that have been sleeping, these beasts - which are rumoured to reach a length of ten foot and a weight of 1000 pounds - are pretty much rampaging across the US, having gone from being found in a limited number of states to being present in the majority of them. (Their expansion is in part down to human hunters live-trapping them and then exporting them back to their own grounds to hunt at their leisure.) The feral hogs are pretty much more resilient than roaches: they eat ey'thing from snakes to dogs, can swim two miles in the ocean and have survived hurricanes. There's also some corollary between a state having wild hogs in it and its likelihood of supporting Bush. Truly, the pigs go deep.

Then you end up skipping onto an article about chess machines and how they're now 'thinking' in creative ways that their programmers never intended them to work in. So, when the world's taken over by giant wild hogs being masterminded by huge chess machines and the whole thing resembles a pig-friendly version of Planet Of The Apes it'll all be our own fault.

Oh, the horror!

Monday, December 05, 2005

Warm It Up


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Originally uploaded by oldboyentertainment.
Don't care what any grinch says - smoothies with knitted bobble hats on are so festive.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Yawnsome Cowboy



Some more lame fabricated beef here.

To wit, once upon a time a few month's ago during that week when it was really really rainy in New York I interviewed Rhymefest. During the inteview he started to do that thing he does during interview of breaking into one of his raps. After which he started to explain his words by way of example and brought up the UK crew SAS and proceeded to somewhat dis them. I let him ramble on about them and, having little interest in reporting on a beef so bemusingly matched, carried on with the interview, again never mentioning either of the SAS bods but instead talking about stuff like the time he worked in a flower shop.

Come the time to write it up, the article was submitted with a series of box-outs - small quotes outside of the main article consisting of generally short and snappy comments - including his views on SAS. The number of box-outs run next to an article largely depends on the whim of the designer laying the pages out and, as it happens, this time the SAS one ran.

Now Mr 'Fest has decided to dispute his very own words (words which are still recorded on tape - well, that iPod voice recorder thingy anyway) on the AllHipHop website. Yawn.

What really annoys about the whole thing, beyond the entire made-up nature of it all, is the insulting inference that I would ask him - or any rapper - such a lame question as what groups from a country they don't live in they like. It's just a really, really crap question and one that I've never asked. (I do, however, always make a note to ask superstar rappers what their favourite colour is - that's cool.) When you reach the veritable heights of spending 20 minutes talking to Killer Mike about why he's driving around with a load of catfish in his car with apparently nowhere to go you really don't want to fall back on such uninspired tat as, 'So, which UK rappers do you like?'

So, um, yeah, don't believe the fake beef shite.

Sarah Silverman still rocks though. PM

(As an aside, it's also highly annoying that if you are going to end up dragged into some form of charcoaled, broiled or foiled 'beef' with a rapper then it should at least be for something vaguely interesting, like the time I wanted to get an autism specialist to analyse Kanye West's interview behaviour and see if he checked all the right boxes to be declared as one of the special children. Oh well.)