This week In Your Face celebrates 1 year of lies, scandal, bad vibes, hate, love, laughter, friendship, zealotry, stupidity, calumny, patois, cheap writing, pointless content and general amazement that we haven't been fired for it yet.
I'm going to have a pint at The George tomorrow night to make merry.
Now that you are all grown up can we now sleep easily at night safe in the knowledge that no incriminating photographs will spring out of nowhere to populate the web???
i see a symbol in the clouds and the message is clear theres a call for a new kind of rappin up in here i call it meowwwwzic; cause im the mother flippin cat flippin up your mothers gettin all up in their flaps but don't take me for romantic, just cause my shit's tantric, goin all night for the crew from atlantic like a schizophrenic spastic, dressed in black spandex to celebrate a year of their sassy bloggin antics
um.... let me clear my throat?
i tell you claire and tim are like the her and him of what's what and who's who gettin under your skin and ridin your veins all the way to your brain like the tarzan and jane of the music game!
they can tell you whats hot, they can tell you what's lame, they can tell you how many times russell brand came in his last rendez-vous with the guys from U2 look out for the vid when it gets on youtube...
bono goin at it with or without lube, the edge gettin spooge in his grey horseshoe moustache for there had been a shortage of gash backstage, leaving russell in a caveman rage, so they took to a cage, and for hours they played, rumour has it they'll be bummin all the way to their graves
and who'd have thought it? if its vd, russell's caught it and if its german man-snuff you know bono's bought it... um, can anybody say tangent? i kind of missed the point with the last little segment but back to the story at hand, lets take it back to a logical place this was a tale of a crew who set sail to the island of in your face
for theyre a couple of jolly good feeeeeeelllllllowwwwwwwwwwwwsssssssss and so say all of us...
February 2004 saw release of the last issue of Big Brother Magazine. By pulling the plug on this fine periodical, Flynt publications were calling an end to fine writing, sharp as fuck wit, honesty, bravery, shit talking, name calling, not giving a fuck-ness, calling out the wastemen, not doing as it was told, not being scared of the industry, not respecting the sacred cow and not being like every other piece of shit magazine.
Thankfully, Big Brother is back. Except it's now a website about the pop video world and its called Inyourface.
hey, I made that cake...See you there da xxx
ReplyDelete(you have to rap these words)
ReplyDeletein your face
all up in my face
its the only place
i feel a sense of reality
(not a good rap, of course. or long. but, it's real. innit)
There's only one number, and that's number one... HAPPY BIRTHDAY nashers, love minnie the minx
ReplyDelete"tiiiiiimmmmyy treeeeeeeeeeeeaaats!"
ReplyDeletehurtin' despite nurofen cold & flu
thank GOD inyerface exists for these dark patches in life!
"so mom said it was like timmy's blog anniversary and like i'm totally buzzin!!!!!!!"
big love,
XXX
pussycat face kardash
Happy Bithday in Your Face Place.
ReplyDeleteNow that you are all grown up can we now sleep easily at night safe in the knowledge that no incriminating photographs will spring out of nowhere to populate the web???
I hope not...
Gav Ball Ache
i see a symbol in the clouds and the message is clear
ReplyDeletetheres a call for a new kind of rappin up in here
i call it meowwwwzic; cause im the mother flippin cat
flippin up your mothers gettin all up in their flaps
but don't take me for romantic, just cause my shit's tantric,
goin all night for the crew from atlantic
like a schizophrenic spastic, dressed in black spandex
to celebrate a year of their sassy bloggin antics
um.... let me clear my throat?
i tell you claire and tim
are like the her and him
of what's what and who's who
gettin under your skin
and ridin your veins
all the way to your brain
like the tarzan and jane of the music game!
they can tell you whats hot,
they can tell you what's lame,
they can tell you how many times russell brand came
in his last rendez-vous with the guys from U2
look out for the vid when it gets on youtube...
bono goin at it with or without lube,
the edge gettin spooge in his grey horseshoe
moustache
for there had been a shortage of gash
backstage,
leaving russell in a caveman rage,
so they took to a cage, and for hours they played,
rumour has it they'll be bummin all the way to their graves
and who'd have thought it? if its vd, russell's caught it
and if its german man-snuff you know bono's bought it...
um, can anybody say tangent?
i kind of missed the point with the last little segment
but back to the story at hand,
lets take it back to a logical place
this was a tale of a crew who set sail to the island of in your face
for theyre a couple of jolly good feeeeeeelllllllowwwwwwwwwwwwsssssssss
and so say all of us...
DA KAT x
canada O canada, home of the brave
ReplyDeletecake it baby
happy b'day bra-skee
February 2004 saw release of the last issue of Big Brother Magazine.
ReplyDeleteBy pulling the plug on this fine periodical, Flynt publications were calling an end to fine writing, sharp as fuck wit, honesty, bravery, shit talking, name calling, not giving a fuck-ness, calling out the wastemen, not doing as it was told, not being scared of the industry, not respecting the sacred cow and not being like every other piece of shit magazine.
Thankfully, Big Brother is back. Except it's now a website about the pop video world and its called Inyourface.
Happy Birthday.
Peace .