Right, I’ve just invented a new type of post. It’s called a Morgasm – a musical orgasm, in other words. You know when you hear a song, and it’s just so goddamn good, so so so so good, and you have to share it. And listen to it repetitively. And talk about it all the time? Yeah, that’s a Morgasm.
Anyway, onto the post. I found this while I was looking for stuff from The Kooks second album, Konk, which I’m too cheap to go out and buy and too lazy to download. And I was all, “Oooh, Coldplay+Kooks=YAY?”
And yeah, my maths was right. Coldplay + Kooks = YAY times 1000000. Totally.
I know I’ve said this before, like, a million times, but My Darling YOU! are one of my most favourite bands. Ever. They’re these two Swedish guys who make the most amazing, catchy two minute-ish pop songs that you’ve ever heard. And don’t let the word pop discourage you. I’m just using it here, because their music is so bloody catchy. They’re more in the ‘ohmygod amazing indie-ish Swedes’ genre, y’know?
Here’s Please Don’t Talk To Me I Fall In Love So Easily live. The video is shit, but the audio is amazing.
And here are some of my favourite songs. Take them, listen to them, and love them.
The first thing I ever saw John Simm in was Life On Mars. Since then I’ve gone on to hunt down watch more of his stuff, like Human Traffic, State Of Play, and even his appearance on Doctor Who as The Master (which I later went out and brought on DVD. Just those two episodes. Fan-girling to the max). And he gets bonus points for playing Bernard Sumner in 24 Hour Party People!
So, why do I love him? Well, to tell the truth, I’m not really sure. There’s the fact that he’s a great actor, but I reckon the fact that he’s drop-dead-gorgeous has a lot to do with it. I’m shallow like that.
He’s in a band, y’know. He plays guitar and does backing vocals. The bastard is MULTI-TALENTED. Mmm. And he wears horiffic clothes, like that AC-DC t-shirt. If I ever got my hands on him when he was wearing it, I’d shoot him help him get it off.
He also has the most soothing voice ever. Fuck taking lemsip when we’re sick, we should just listen to John Simm reading childrens books…
Ok, one more picture and I’m done. I know I haven’t made a very convincing argument. But… fuck. THE PICTURES. Ok. Maybe three more pictures then.
I made this notebook. About 100 pages. HAND SEWN TOGETHER. Pretty sweet, huh?
Everyone knows that I’m probably the Worlds Biggest Pervert*. I’ve skipped school to watch cute guys at the bus interchange. I’ve spent five hours awake on a plane, watching two gorgeous Welsh guys get progressively drunker, in the almost-hope that they would make out because I could. I am committed to my objectification of pretty men. And this has led me to this series of posts, called Men to Objectify.
Let’s start with Bear Grylls. Because his name seems appropriate to the title of the site.
Bear (hee-hee-hee) is the presenter of a show called Man Vs. Wild. In the show, he goes around and puts himself in the most inhospitable places ever, and shows you how to survive. Sounds like a good show, right?
NO. It’s an AMAZING show. Really. He seems to eat everything he can find (in the episode I was watching tonight, he went through a scorpion, a lizard, a spider, lots of other stuff I can’t remember too), takes his shirt off a lot, and speaks like he should be a reporter for the BBC. I can see it now…
But that’s not the only reason to objectify him. Apart from hosting the lamest doucheiest best show in the world, he does work for charities, used to be in the SAS, and has climbed Everest. If this is a man not worthy of being objectified, then frankly I don’t know who is.
Part of me wants Bear Grylls to become my generations Chuck Norris. Y’know: Bear Grylls doesn’t sleep. He waits. Oh, wait. Chuck Norris is the Chuck Norris of our generation? Fuck. Oh well. Another picture?
Oh, and of course, here’s the obligatory Shirtless Bear Grylls picture.
*No, seriously, if there was an award for it, I would win. Hands down. The above post is reason enough.
Ok, so what is Sucking Off A Grizzly exactly? Frankly, I’ve no idea. If I were in a pretentious mood, maybe I’d say it was a free-form, pseudo-creative, faux-fur wearing website of amazing-ness and wit.
But since I’m not, I reckon it’s just a place for people to dump their art, their writing, their music, their observations (whether they’re on music, fashion or books or whatever) and all the other shit that doesn’t really belong anywhere else.
Please, join in.