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REDHEAD WONDERLAND
According to long-suppressed video evidence, Peter Garrett is some kind of ginger mutant. Check that buzz-cut bloodnut! Peter commenced total hair removal soon afterwards, for obvious reasons (although possibly the redness is due to lighting; we need hair-colour confirmation from Garrett’s office).
Note also, around the 2:49 mark, that Labor’s future environment minister appears to briefly consider an air-guitar solo - before reverting to an early form of his trademark “dancing”, which at this stage (1977) resembled a cross between an awkwardly tall girl’s skip-rope attempts and someone playing table tennis with both hands.
I finally realized why I am never able to get in here. I keep eliminating cookies.
It’s not Andrea’s fault, after all.
jlc
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 03 19 at 03:50 PM • permalink... before reverting to an early form of his trademark “dancing”, which at this stage (1977) resembled a cross between an awkwardly tall girl’s skip-rope attempts and someone playing table tennis with both hands.
Normally I would laugh and pile on to the dilerious laughter at Garrett’s expense. Except for the fact that I recall my attempts at dancing in 1977. First there were the high school homecoming dances and proms where all couples pretty much just stood together like mannequins and bobbled from left feet to right feet.
Followed shortly thereafter by: disco. (cringe)
Posted by wronwright on 2007 03 19 at 03:57 PM • permalink”..resembled a cross between an awkwardly tall girl’s skip-rope attempts and someone playing table tennis with both hands.”
Sounds a bit like jlc‘s attempts at dancing.
Now generally discouraged by spouse (at leasti public).
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 03 19 at 04:35 PM • permalinkPerview is my fiend
.. at least in ...
I forgot to add that I spluttered coffee all over my laptop when I read that.
This is not aj oke
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 03 19 at 04:37 PM • permalinkThw lying big baldy bastard- I recall an interview with the socially-concerned slaphead years age where he claimed to be a victim of alopecia, and was completely hairless; perhaps this was a subconcious attempt to compensate for his undeveloped trouser area, to make collar match cuffs so to speak.
Let’s face it anyway- if you were ginger, wouldn’t you choose total electrolosis, or a full external and internal wax?
That or a burkha.
Anything to hide the shame, and avoid public derision and beatings.
I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it to the 2:45 mark, just too painful. What was the point?
Posted by Wimpy Canadian on 2007 03 19 at 07:23 PM • permalinkOh, so he is now the Enviro-mental for Labour. Ha. Did anyone else catch the line in the song ...“I should have stayed in school”.
That’s worth breaking out and putting on you-tube all by itself.
Posted by Wimpy Canadian on 2007 03 19 at 07:26 PM • permalinkCompletely O/T
Do go and read Four Years In.
It’s just wonderful.
Here’s the first paragraph:
Four years in. An inch of time. Four years in and the foolish and credulous among us yearn to get out. Their feelings require it. The power of their Holy Gospel of “Imagine” compels them. Their overflowing pools of compassion for the enslavers of women, the killers of homosexuals, the beheaders of reporters, and the incinerators of men and women working quietly at their desks, rise and flood their minds until their eyes flow with crocodile tears while their mouths emit slogans made of cardboard. They believe the world is run on wishes and that they will always have three more.
(via John Ray)
Poke fun if you must, but at least he moved on from his earlier look.
Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 03 19 at 08:14 PM • permalinkMy life long dream to beat him like a red-headed step-child is half way there.
Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 03 19 at 08:23 PM • permalink``... Did anyone else catch the line in the song ...“I should have stayed in school”.
No, because I couldn’t understand anything he was singing at all - it might as well have been in Sumerian.
He doesn’t get the prize for the silliest-looking creature on that stage, though. The winner is the bearded guitar player with the shoulder-length pageboy ‘do. If Lileks had known about this clip he probably would have featured the guy in ``Interior Desecrations,’’ in one of the horrible-bachelor-pad settings.
Posted by Sonetka's Mom on 2007 03 19 at 09:02 PM • permalinkAnyone can achieve Garrett Gyrational Greatness with the aid of Cadbury Caramello Eggs.
They’re Epilicious!!
How ‘bout some real music?
Here’a little something from a project I’ve got stuck in my head; some music and comedy stylin’s called
“Almost a Redneck…”You Had Me at Beer
Chorus:I don’t need no menu, waitress,
The food ain’t why Im here.
This ain’t no eating venue,
But you had me, hon, at beer!
Had a beer for breakfast
Had another beer at lunch
Had more beer between ‘em
(In LA they call it brunch)
Had some beer at work today
A little workplace cheer!
And if I roam
On my way home
Some beer will help me steer!(Chorus)
I took some beer out hunting,
Gonna shoot me up a bear.
Drank a few up in my tree
Did my hunting in mid-air.
The ground was hard,
The bear was scared,
The rangers was amused.
It’s gonna take a few more beers
To fix what I got bruised.(Chorus)
Met a roadhouse honey
Said those words I want to hear,
She can’t love me for my money
cause I spent it all on beer!
I think she left with someone else
Or shes hiding in the can,
I guess she couldn’t handle
A hot beer-drinkin’ man!(Chorus)
Don’t talk to me bout beaujolais,
Margaritas is just queer,
Rum and cokes a sissy joke,
Tequila makes me sneer.
Vodka’s UnAmerican,
So I drink the only drink I can:
Now lose that wine list, baby doll,
And bring me another beer!(Chorus)
Now I don’t have that job no more,
My wife and kids steer clear,
My pickup’s stuck
Under this truck
(But they’ll get me out of here),
The rangers took my shotgun
And that bear knows where I live,
If I don’t get a beer real soon,
Something’s gotta give!(Chorus)
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 03 19 at 11:41 PM • permalinkMargos Maid is a man???
Next you’ll be telling Margos special friend’s are a plant and a long plastic cylinder, filled with batteries.
Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 03 19 at 11:58 PM • permalinkI will have you know that I am all woman
Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 03 20 at 12:19 AM • permalink#28 - Phew! It’s a relief to know you haven’t been toying with us.
Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 03 20 at 12:26 AM • permalinkFurther proof - that’s me on the left on a recent road trip.
Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 03 20 at 12:30 AM • permalinkNothin’ wrong with your tune, needs a good pedal steel backing is all.
Most ‘Mericans wouldn’t get my awful pun on a Midnight Oil song called “Blue Sky Mining”, a whiny bleat about the compo dodging by CSR of former asbestos miners, oddly a regular on rotation on commercial FM stations in Australia whose sole interest in legal-political issues is if former Slater and Gordon ambo chaser and now deputy opposition leader Julia Gillard will show her tits to win a car wash and a Coolio CD.
Here’s the horror in question- note how the Member for Kingsfors Smith’s noggin spins on its axis in the opening reel like Reagan MaNeils, clear proof of his demonic possession. Is this enough evidence to burn him?
But they’re R Souls.
What’s more, they have no sense of humour, the beacon-like, bloodnut, bolshie-bonced bastards.
Lowenstein his bottom, digs….
Hate to direct traffic to the squeezer but this is some prime “truthiness” here.
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2007 03 20 at 04:58 AM • permalinkIn related news, the Climate Change Coalition of Crackpots have their own ‘viral’ ad campaign via YouTube
Get F’ed for Fat Fillup Adams’ party?
More CCC Crackpots’ news: (14.03.07 entry)
Like most people, I have wondered about the impact of a cessation of coal mining and the alternatives in power generation. How would we counter the loss in export dollars and how would we employ all of those people made redundant by shutting down the coal industry?
Just snap your fingers, Patty Adams, and rearrange the garden furniture in your big backyard - the Hunter Valley - remove those grubby coal mines - overnight.
I’m sure many and powerful will tell you to Group F-off!
The Hunter coal industry preceded you, NIMBY, that’s your true ‘beef’: time to fess up!
Who’s going to take care of your farm while you’re in parliament? ... oh that’s right, the Station Manager, the one who always does, like when you spent 4 months in Italy learning about <strike>Latin lovers</strike> olive oil manufacture, fer chrissakes ...
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Good gawd, that “dance” thing is incredibly annoying.