The French called it the "hot and cold shower" - though obviously they did that in French, which I can't speak. It was a reference to the purposely disjointed house style of their infamous Grand Guignol theatre, which staged an almost random selection of bawdy farces and gruesome tragedies in an effort to shock and startle the audience. I found ( Read more... )

The above is so much more than a statement of fact - it's a lyric. If you know where it's from, you're my kind of person. Not that it's too hard, but, y'know ( Read more... )

A much-dreaded return to Cleveland Housing Advice Centre today saw everyone in high spirits, except me and Jazz, who quickly adopted the persona of those two surly old gits in the royal box from The Muppet Show and stayed that way for the rest of the day. Julia was quite phlegmatic, refusing to address the events of last Friday but maintaining a ( Read more... )