No, I mean that she didn’t need her identify modified as “Robert Fripps wife” as she’s a star in her own right… Toyah is awesome all on her own, not just because she is married to another awesome person. Nothing at all against Fripp. He’s fucking great!
Robert Fripp isn’t the first thng I think about when I think of Toyah. I knew her from children’s television before I knew she had a music career.
Oh wow! I had no idea she did Children’s TV! TIL!
ICE CREAM ON TOAST! KETCHUP (tomato sauce?!?) ON TOAST! I love the Pob tree with the kid’s drawings…
That seems like it was a trippy kids show.
POB was a freaky show. It used to terrify me.
Dratted ‘housekeeping’, eh? 150k+ records deleted off UK’s Police National Computer database
An “error” in a “standard housekeeping process” on the UK’s controversial Police National Computer (PNC) database has led to the deletion of more than 150,000 DNA, fingerprint and other records, the Home Office has confirmed.
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Something for the Weekend, sir?
It was as trippy as Sunday afternoon television got in 80s Britain. Everything else seemed to be religious or bland and inoffensive (AKA white and status quo).
Pob also had Nigel Kennedy, the punk classical violinist, on it a lot.
I wish we could just reopen all the “Whatchas” and leave them open. I often want to share a game or book or music but feel odd dumping it somewhere.
Anyway, found this group and was really tickled. Like… if The B-52s and Rasputina had a baby and it was folksy Ukrainian, but not.
Hollywood drone pilot admits he crashed gizmo into cop chopper, triggering emergency landing
Let me know if I missed one!
ETA: they may reClose if there’s not enough activity. You can let me (or another Leader) know if it happens and we can reopen them.
Wait for it
Thank you!
I suffered, and now must you…
Ha! I remember that article.
‘Paul?’ Mitt asked, curiously. ‘Is that you?’
A meaty neigh came out of the man before him, stark naked and on all fours. He wore a mohawk of a wig, a $20,000 polished leather saddle over his back, and a plug stuffed into his backside that gave him a beautiful arching tail. He reared up onto his hind legs, revealing the horse-like manhood on his underside.
I just… does anyone smell toast? I think something just happened to my brain.
Meh, I’ve read stranger things from self-published authors who give away their “masterpieces” for free on Kindle. Many of the tropes mentioned in the article (like characters switching gender) are old hat in fanfiction circles. If someone enjoys writing it, that’s fine, I guess… though I doubt Mitt and Ryan will ever be my preferred pairing.