tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post6995104212111187220..comments2024-03-28T16:31:27.365+00:00Comments on call me ishmael: THE SUNDAY ISHMAEL. ONLY FIFTY PEE. NEWS, GOSSIP AND FOOD.call me ishmaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-50730318071748101282012-05-11T14:51:34.548+01:002012-05-11T14:51:34.548+01:00I can never roast a turkey now without thinking of...I can never roast a turkey now without thinking of Stanislav. <br /><br />xmrs narcoleptnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-31849886454348542622012-05-06T03:55:31.257+01:002012-05-06T03:55:31.257+01:00Where are you Mr I?
Anyway. If a chanteuse can te...Where are you Mr I?<br /><br />Anyway. If a chanteuse can tempt you back this late evening...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am6rArVPip8" rel="nofollow">The Wonderful Flo.</a>mongoosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14173341928744479143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-58421490591320681652012-05-03T10:42:54.478+01:002012-05-03T10:42:54.478+01:00All very quiet for a while, now. Hope everything ...All very quiet for a while, now. Hope everything is well in Ishmaelia.black hole sunsethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13754977921603292534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-61277853553657090372012-04-27T17:44:53.765+01:002012-04-27T17:44:53.765+01:00I miss your posts and I see you haven't posted...I miss your posts and I see you haven't posted for a while - hope you're OK.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-20315889973947710092012-04-25T20:01:47.113+01:002012-04-25T20:01:47.113+01:00I do hope, Mr Ishmael, that you are in a state of ...I do hope, Mr Ishmael, that you are in a state of reasonable good health and not suffering another bout of the nasty.Reginaldnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-39957253196380323672012-04-18T00:07:40.424+01:002012-04-18T00:07:40.424+01:00Hope the new veins are doing the business.
Our be...Hope the new veins are doing the business.<br /><br />Our best wishes, Mr Smith.the noblest prospecthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17702374226317759485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-37227937300079992972012-04-13T17:20:46.194+01:002012-04-13T17:20:46.194+01:00Hope all's well buddy. Much love. DtPHope all's well buddy. Much love. DtPAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-83706735394638533452012-03-28T14:31:59.639+01:002012-03-28T14:31:59.639+01:00No comments on the Food Section? Your other corres...No comments on the Food Section? Your other correspondents have let you down, Mr. Ish, by not applauding your expose of the great eating out con perpetrated on the British public by a conspiracy of media celebrity chefs and journalists. It's all effing product, it's not religion - mind you, religion is effing product, too. When did we decide that food is entertainment? And why? Why on earth do we think it is posh or clever to go to some noisy, overcrowded, public place and eat over-priced food that some minimum-wager has heated up in a microwave and drinking unpleasant wine at a vast mark-up? Is it just to get out of doing the washing up? Better to eat at home and buy a dish washer. Do you remember that Jilly Goulden? She was a telly wine critic back in the day, with a nice line in hyperbole.Did her liver explode in the end?Agathanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-90929105351497455432012-03-23T17:50:55.716+00:002012-03-23T17:50:55.716+00:00Mr TDG has a point; met a 1 night stand the other ...Mr TDG has a point; met a 1 night stand the other day now with child, fucking dodged a bullet there - yowzers!Dick the Prickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02683095612320513712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-37361081295895615552012-03-23T15:56:12.291+00:002012-03-23T15:56:12.291+00:00If normality is defined by fidelity to function th...If normality is defined by fidelity to function there is nothing "normal" about writing, say. It is a perversion of action more directly and profitably devoted to obtaining the nutrients on which life depends. The same is true of much of what we do. So the appeal to normality does not work. I don't see why it needs rationalizing: people find the idea of sex between men unpleasant, viscerally, and therefore would rather not keep hearing about it. Why not just leave it at that? Anyhow, sexlessness, or inept, charmless, gormless sex are far greater evils than the slick, easy promiscuity heterosexuals object to homosexuals implicitly promoting amongst their own kind.TDGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-60627519004925095512012-03-20T08:44:10.080+00:002012-03-20T08:44:10.080+00:00I think it was Sir Francis Dashwood of the Hellfir...I think it was Sir Francis Dashwood of the Hellfire Club who said " Do what thou will ".<br /><br />Dashwood was rich, leisured, self indulgent and led orgies and (possibly) Satanism. In his spare time he dabbled in politics. He and his mates were a sort of Georgian Bullingdon Club although probably more intellectually gifted. <br /><br />He was briefly Chancellor of the Exchequer, presented one budget, realised he was shit at it and resigned. Obviously resignation due to incompetence was some strange archaic custom not practiced today, unlike the rest of his vices.<br /><br />So Francis Dashwood; orgiast, Satanist rightly felt that Chancellor of the Exchequership was the most humiliating thing he did " Hello, Francis, off to deflower virgins on an altar dedicated to Satan ? " " No mate, just off to impose a cider tax on the good yeomen of Devon ".<br /><br />Is a fully formed Fidel Castro about to spring from Germaine Greers loins in that photo ?yardarmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08700165830593026578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-12545542461509713862012-03-19T13:17:47.053+00:002012-03-19T13:17:47.053+00:00There is a Joni track somewhere of her covering a ...There is a Joni track somewhere of her covering a Bob song. I cannot bring it to mind but that was truly dire too. In fact, I cannot think of too many covers of The Bob that one can listen to a second time. (Knockin' on whatever being the honourable exception.)mongoosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14173341928744479143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-74890798245748064042012-03-19T09:31:37.227+00:002012-03-19T09:31:37.227+00:00No need to be terse. ItThought you liked those ea...No need to be terse. ItThought you liked those earnest, breathy young femaies, mr m. All those daughters of Joni Mitchell, strumming away,screeching in a split secind from octave to octave. And she's Irish, that one, or at least she has an Irish name. But then Mr O'Bono, the miniature hunanitarian in the hat and the high heels is Irish, too; perhaps we should have some U2 tunes, eh, Greatest band in the world, I understand, Mr The Edge and Mr O'Bono and the other two dorks.<br /><br />To Ramona would be my seventeenth or eighhteenth greatest-ever Bob Dylan song and just nobody can give it that plaintive diminuendo he does at the end of the verse. This is a stonking version which, in my childhood, I saw him perform.call me ishmaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-32597536694043993032012-03-19T00:23:52.174+00:002012-03-19T00:23:52.174+00:00Jesus, Mr I, that is awful. I only managed the fir...Jesus, Mr I, that is awful. I only managed the first line before clicking the bugger dead. Do have a care.mongoosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14173341928744479143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-16906391596988537622012-03-18T22:10:33.109+00:002012-03-18T22:10:33.109+00:00It's got to be standard operating procedure to...It's got to be standard operating procedure to say 'so this is your wife'? Sir David Furnish? Err....Hmm...I guess it's back to libraries again, where Google has created drawers it hasn't created index. This Google piracy thing that they'll store all our passwords and data and stuff was kinda taken for granted anyway. Didn't imagine it just evaporated like a cow in an onionny broth. <br /><br /> It might not be a bad idea because it draws antagonists together in opposition and points at an illusives thing. Marriage? Ha ha, good luck with that. Let's see the clerics squeel and know where the beans are. It's inevitability should just act as a signpost upon Ruin's trail. Fox hunting, Iraq and gays; 25 years of British politics - yippee!Dick the Prickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02683095612320513712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-52458525655803201422012-03-18T19:25:01.972+00:002012-03-18T19:25:01.972+00:00Glad to see you're still around mr or.
Like m...Glad to see you're still around mr or.<br /><br />Like most people, I don't care what others do in private, it's none of my business. It is the insistence that what is clearly abnormal and non-productive, parallels and is, in fact, the same as what is productive and normal, it's that which pisses me off, that and some boring, dull, unimaginative chintzy poof, with no knowledge of my own piquant convolutedness, calling me straight. Cheeky fucking bastards.call me ishmaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-18654417714671868282012-03-18T18:54:52.506+00:002012-03-18T18:54:52.506+00:00"It's like that bloke, Ishmael, says, th..."It's like that bloke, Ishmael, says, there's all the difference in the world between procreation and loving, meaningful, monogamous and profound arse-banditry. "<br /><br />Loved it. Must have taken a bloody long time to write!Oldrightiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03192587284458430556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-55269180903664131622012-03-18T18:06:18.503+00:002012-03-18T18:06:18.503+00:00Speed-reading, eh, mr verge, haveta put some long...Speed-reading, eh, mr verge, haveta put some longer words in, like that fucker, wotsisname, Self.<br /><br />I only know Mr Delany's MadMan which concerns itself with what I believe is termed urophilia, or drinkimg piss from the tube, as he puts it but I am sure he could imagine a self-lubricating anus. I. myself have no experience on the subject of wet or dry man-love and must be advised, therefore, like Germaine, by what I take to be incontovertible anatomical jurisprudence.<br /><br />It may be my now-institutionalised lack of quotation marks but it was Germaine and not me saying that Do what thou wilt- Satanist stuff, You have, as you say, corrected me previously on that score. Even so, I do believe that the current gripe about sexual-orientation differentials is driven more by hedonism than reason, maybe dogging IS the new romatic love and not the first flaming arrows of barbarism.<br /><br />I don't know, either, when or where these practices crossed-over, if indeed they did cross over and were not always widespread but it is widely held that the beat or rock group phenomenon both here and in the States was a less elegant re-run of A Hundred and Twenty Days of Sodom.<br /><br />A sure sign of stability and sense, the stockpot. And you a Transgressor at heart, tush!call me ishmaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-52639751622670320002012-03-18T17:08:50.890+00:002012-03-18T17:08:50.890+00:00Dear Mr Ish, there may be rare exceptions to the r...Dear Mr Ish, there may be rare exceptions to the rule about axle-grease for unnatural acts, viz Mr Delany's "Hogg" in which one rapist cop remarks to another (up the other end at the time, as I recall) "You gotta try this, Mac, he got one of them assholes gets wet by itself like a pussy." Some kinda holy grail for them as likes that kind of thing, no doubt. (Lube would be neither here nor there for GG in her verdant prime - secateurs, machete or blow-torch. The mind boggles. Actually it looks like she was giving sanctuary to Archbishop Makarios.)<br /><br />Small point of order (seem to remember we've been here before) but Crowley wasn't really a satanist, more like a proto-situationist in some ways. And "do what thou wilt" didn't mean do whatcha want, whatcha really-really want...though I agree it may as well have done.<br /><br />I was a kid in the 70's so don't know, but sometimes wonder - which came first, in terms of widespread heterosexual sodomy, rock-stars or porn-flicks? I suspect Page, Plant, Morrison & co may have more entries on the charge-sheet, but it's just a hunch.<br /><br />(Bog-standard stock-pot in this house, but we do make our own.)Vergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16651753975933628764noreply@blogger.com