Thursday, 25 August 2011

Pitches to Kevin Bacon


This summer Kevin Bacon stars in.............


Rash Decision!

Kevin Bacon plays a tough grizzled cop who never plays by the rules. Always on the edge Bacon loses his cool with the boss and gets chucked out of the force. Wandering the streets waving his cock around he takes up prostitution and struggles through a career threatening thrush injury. He arrests himself in an act so noble he is restored to his old homicide job.

Or.....

Smoked!

Kevin Bacon plays a book shop owner whose whole life is about to go up in smoke! Not entirely sure why yet but when all hope is lost he begins a new life as a drug mule! He saves enough money to reopen his book shop and also makes some friends along the way...

Or....

Bringing Home The Bacon!

Kevin Bacon is about to get the surprise of his life when after a drunken binge he puts himself up for adoption! An elderly couple take him in and MADNESS ensues! After a hard fought legal battle (defense lawyer to be played by either Matthew Mconagoniclelyahey or the other one from Two and a Half Men) Bacon reluctantly returns home to his actual parents although continues his sordid affair with his adopted mother.

Or...........

Footlost!

Kevin Bacon plays a friendly actor/vet who's about to break more than a leg! After a vicious accident involving some chloroform and a stern giraffe called Lewis our hero is forced to spend his life footless and convicted of minor beastiality. Undeterred Bacon; purely through montage is able to grow his own feet back with the help of a radical scientist played by Judge Reinhold and rebuilds his shattered reputation.

Or........

Usain!

Kevin Bacon breaks new artistic ground playing the enigmatic world's fastest man Usain Bolt. (DEFINITE OSCAR MATERIAL)

Or..........

The Vegan!

Kevin Bacon is The Vegan! A renegade doctor who lives by a strong code of ethics is forced to go to extremes when stranded in a nature reserve. After days of refusal to eat animals to survive Kevin Bacon decides to eat himself. As much effort as possible must be made to make it look authentic and no CGI must be used or stunt doubles. (EVEN MORE SURE OF AN OSCAR!)

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

The New Sofa

Charcoal grey it looms, like an appropriate dark cloud over my youth. A blessed time of late night Football Manager sessions and laughing in the face of dinner by eating a packet of biscuits instead. Heady times they were.

My quarter-life crisis has rumbled for several years now; a slow transition, which has been met with firm resistance until recently. Small events were conspiring to lure me in. Many friends and work colleagues are marrying and bearing children, I am frequently asked when it's my turn as though I have a calender with a fat X on it I can show them: 'Here it is, right there, just turn up for the reception and buy us an electric whisk from John Lewis'

I have a strong bond now with my potential future Mother-in-law; I have broody moments around kids, imagining what my childs fat little hands would feel like to hold and picking them up from school muddy-kneed and bundling them into a Citroen Picasso to take them to Pizza Hut 'Thanks Dad, you're the best!'

These were perfectly innocuous though, merely idle flirtations with responsible adult life. Recently though my girlfriend asked me a question that shook me to my core: 'I want a new sofa, can we get one?'

I went on the defensive the only way a frightened man can 'What's wrong with the one we've got?' and 'All that money for something to sit on' then finally 'But I need a new laptop!' I was well beaten. In grown up Top Trumps furniture beats technology hands down, technology is a man's folly destined to live in spare rooms or opaque varnished cabinets. You are requested to build these cabinets, masking your once proud surround system and your sleek games console. Your film collection diluted with 3/4 of Jennifer Aniston and Kate Hudson.

When the sofa debate was over, I knew... Shit just got real. The Argos sale booklet constantly wafted around, on sale for a week, just a few days left, now two days left, Phil it's the last day of the sale I WANT THAT SOFA PHIL SUBMIT TO ME, YOU ARE MINE NOW BUILD ME A VARNISHED CABINET AND HIDE YOUR MOST VALUED POSSESSIONS IN IT MWAHAHAHA.

Yes dear. I wilted.

On Friday the new sofa will be delivered. It was a good price. The fact that I recognise the value and worth of said sofa illustrates the battle has been lost, if ever there was one. It will be a new chapter, relatives will ask about it as though it were a new addition to the family. We will teach it to walk and we will get up in the early hours to rub it's cushions till it burps. Maybe one of our names will be it's first word.

I'm sure I will grow to love it, maybe even find loose change down it. Furniture now will have value, it is an investment in a large expensive inaminate object with a woman. In some ways it is a bigger step than marriage or kids, the sofa cannot be separated or shared in custody (actually it can as it comes in two corner sections) and will require paying off over time. It is the sofa that binds us now; a cushioned, cornered cuff to my wrist and a reminder two years into my relationship that the clock is very much ticking.
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Tuesday, 15 February 2011

Cooking in the name of

Coca-Gammon with smashed potatoes

Ingredients

1 or 1.5kg- of Gammon unsmoked

1 White onion

2l Coca-Cola (No value or diet nonsense)

Golden Syrup

New potatoes

Garlic

Chicken stock

'erbs

Milk

Butter


Right to start wop out your gammon and plonk it in the biggest pan you've got, position it so that the skin is face down. Take your onion and chop it in half, bung that in the pan too. Take your bottle of coke and empty it into the pan. You don't have to use the whole bottle so save yourself enough for a glass as your own tasty beverage. Please, I insist. Get that to boiling point then cover that shit up, let it bubble away nicely and leave it alone for about an hour and 3/4. If it's a bigger joint then add an hour for each kilo you cook.

Take your Garlic and pick off 6 cloves, peel and chop them in half. Leave to one side. Take your spuds and use enough as if you were just cooking mash. DO NOT PEEL THEM! Just cut them in half if they're a bit hench. Put that all in a pan but leave it alone for now because your gammon's got ages left to cook. You've now got the next hour to yourself at least so put your feet up. You've got Grand Designs Sky +ed go watch that.

That house turned out well didn't it? Especially after they went over budget and fell out with the builders. Anyways back to dinner, stick a big fork in your gammon. Piping? Drain that bad boy and plonk it on a chopping board, you can save the stock if you want to, don't know what you'd do with it though. Get your spuds and garlic going, for about 15-20 mins you'll know when they're done when they slide off the fork when you prod them.

But going back a bit while they were boiling your joint of gammon was sitting there all lonely. Preheat your oven to full whack, whatever gas mark that is and get two big dollops of golden syrup and start lubing up your pork. Haha.

Now you have your glazing, you can use black treacle and cloves instead if you want to be posh. But golden syrup was the best thing I had to hand and it turned out well for me. Stick the kettle on.

Drain the spuds and garlic when done and your gammon should be in the oven by now in a foil lined tray; I don't have to tell you that. Just take it out in about 10 mins. Back to your spuds, keep it all in the pan and PUT THE MASHER DOWN! Sorry I just knew what you were about to do. Take a wooden spoon and with the back side of it give each little spud a punch in the face so they break apart slightly, then put a chicken stock cube in a jug and pour your boiled water to make a little stock but not much pour a squidge into the pan with a couple of tablespoons of butter and start mixing it gently, then add another squidge of milk just to moisten it up further enough so it gets soaked up. Spray some herbs over it and remove your gammon from the oven. Carve, serve, enjoy do some peas and a fried egg if want some more on your plate or if you're feeling classy garnish with some pithy salad instead.

I meant to take a picture of mine but I forgot. Sorry. But please try it though and tell me what you thought! If you don't like it blame Nigella Lawson.

Friday, 28 January 2011

First day at Lynx HQ

Mr Lynx: OK people Lynx Thrust is ready for launch, we need an ad pronto. Any Ideas?

Ad exec 1: What about a guy sprays himself with Lynx, he's at a bus stop and there's an old lady there, the bus is on the horizon and as he turns back to the old lady, she's got her legs spread open. So he just drills her. Misses the bus. Then it says Lynx Thrust, fuck the bus.

Mr Lynx: Good but no because he's not fucking the bus, if you could rework it so he fucks the bus, maybe put some tits on it. NEXT!?

Ad exec 2: How about a guy sprays himself with lynx so hard it burns his dick off, 'cos it's so potent and he's got a hot date and he's at the part where he's got to have sex and he looks nervous but when he looks down, he's now got a can of Lynx as his dick and he drills her with it. Then you get sperm coming out of the nozzle and it ends.

Mr Lynx: Hrmmm like it but it's a deodorant pulling machine not a sex appendage. Maybe if you showed him sewing it on or getting it surgically attached it'd be believable.

Ad exec 3: How about a man is having a massive shit, a proper double flusher and it smells bad so he sprays the Lynx to get rid of the smell and then suddenly the shit re-animates and rises out of the bog with a bikini on. Then he erm..

Mr Lynx: Drills it?

Ad exec 3: Yeah.

Mr Lynx: Your fired. What about you over there new guy, the hairy one.

Ad exec 4: I've got an idea, there's a footballer wearing lynx and he's running past this lineswoman and she puts her flag up, then all his teammates are complaining it's never offside etc. Then you see the footballer and he's got his flag up if you know what I mean and he says 'do me a favour love' and he drills her by the corner flag.

Mr Lynx: Excellent work Richard, just the right level of innuendo, sexism and lack of plausibility we need. Good work Keys I see a bright future for you here.