Another moment of good internets hacking on Electro Boy the shiny new Dell. That first one didn't last. This one might.
I watched the Boosh series three special features yesterday, and my brain is decidedly melted as a result.
Highlights:
- Footage from the "run around in our vests and pants and throw satsumas at one another" credits sequence.
- Noel awkwardly showing up onto set in the 'businessman' outfit and short haired wig, and everyone dying of laughter as a result. (Because he doesn't feel right unless he's wearing a Joan Jett suit, a Lego necklace, stacked heel knee-high boots, and a shiny cape.)
- The outtakes of Rich-as-Lester-Corncrake playing the trombone in Journey To The Centre of the Punk and actually producing a decent sound, to Julian's surprise. Julian's full on laugh is fucking adorable.
- Noel: "We've kissed loads of times, before. I just didn't want to give him this, cos it's pretty nasty. So I was trying not to fucking...totally tongue him."
- The deleted scene from Party, when Howard leads Diva Zappa up to his room and she turns to the camera and takes off her 'mask', and reveals herself to be...well, I don't want to give it away.
- Howard: "They call me the sexual dinosaur!"
- All the crimps they didn't use in Power of the Crimp.
- Video footage of the Live Lounge performance of Married on the Morrow!
- The fact that they put Mint Royale's Blue Song music video on the DVDs. Not only is it basically 3 minutes of Noel lip-syncing and car-dancing (oh, you know what I mean), it also has pre-moustache Julian ...and Nick Frost. And was directed by Edgar Wright.
- Tony Harrison: "That's right! Weeping to Sister Act 2; flushing out the Ecstasy! ...Probably won't be able to use that."
- The answer to the burning question: Who is Jacques Le Cube? Dave Brown, of course!
- Jonathan Ross backstage in hair and makeup (when they were promoting on Friday Night with J.Ro), telling Mike Fielding: "you look like you played football for Mexico in the World Cup in 1968." And he totally does.
Basically now I'm tearing out my hair waiting for audio rips of the commentaries to be released into the wild of the internets. I can't wait to hear what they have to say when Noel's all done up as Amy Winehouse, looking a better Winehouse than the original. And like, everything else.
Also I'm tearing out my hair waiting for an announcement of a NYC Radiohead show this summer, though there is
this, which I am still waiting to be officially confirmed or denied.
Watching Ashes to Ashes, and the second series of Skins, both of which I watch with glee then end up feeling slightly ambivalent about.
Someone asked me on the street the best way to get to the Heath Ledger apartment in SoHo. And that is the reason I hate tourists.