![]() ![]() One of the most enduring images was of a hideously decomposing victim of a “chlorophyll man” from the Filipino The Mad Doctor of Blood Island (1968) (reproduced below) which seemed impossibly exotic at the time. “Nah didn’t feel a thing Rox.In the review of Kyôfu kikei ningen: Edogawa Rampo zenshû/Horrors of Malformed Men (1969) I waxed lyrical about Denis Gifford’s 1973 book A Pictorial History of Horror Movies and the cornucopia of strange sights it offered, from the collection of eponymous deformed men from Teruo Ishii’s film to the woman with the axe in her head from The Black Cat (1965), from the sinister skeleton in Kyûketsu dokuro-sen/The Living Skeleton (1968) to the cackling undead disposing of a body in The Plague of the Zombies (1966). ![]() I’m from New Zealand? I know the differenceīetween an earthquake and a fucking tremor!” His frustration on their dirty clothes, pulverising Route Alexander forged through his thirteenįace flushed, is still livid over the shoeshine Identifies with Alexander the Great to suchĪn extent that he’s worked out their 2 nd Gen-Xer, project officer who comes far too Who exactly is he?Īn overweight ( big-boned his mother always reassured)Īnglo-Celtic, thirty-something, first world, Sprung photographs fly-casting into the mid & shoos postcard sellers, their accordion To satisfy a Mild Seven miscommunication.įlushed from a universal gutter language. & melted ice-cream at his feet, fraternised Watches instead the miraculous pool of salt In his wife’s pommel-stone eye’s does not respond. “I’ll give you 401 reasons why I don’t give a fuck!” “I don’t care about seeing the 400 room harem Paid off, finishes his sceptre-sized snow-cone. “Only if they don’t snap on the first thrust shithead. Surgeon from Naples, his group confidence “Have a thing for big weapons do you?” leers a plastic Of Persian design, from Susa or Babylon.” “Yes darling a fine piece of workmanship – probably “Look at the size of Mohamed’s scimitar Rox? Of Roxanne’s gym body & her bleach blonde Over a PA system tucked inside a miniatureĬourtesy of the mostly Italian male tour Pre-pubescent marble-work scattered around The centrepieces of sacred Australian, Rotary Red & green of a steam engine or a Bofors AA gun Only a mosh-pit, 7.4 on the Richter scaleĭelivers a Doors concert sized death toll & 40,000 Into chick-dumb mouths of cement building blocks. How to cut costs – stuffing polystyrene nuggets The Lizard/construction King shows the East Powdered the lips of merchants, concubines,Īstrologers & con artists smooth as hashish. Rigor mortis embedded in a 1970’s concrete The Athenian settler-city ground into bonemeal Over eating) flops down in a small triangleĬomplexes for their lost Parian mother lode.Īs he perches on Byzantion’s juicy marrow. ( our obese hero – a hereditary problem not one from Xerxes, gave its waters three hundred lashes Turkey is a relatively painless introduction to travelling in an Islamic country – unless you’re a fair skinned woman with long blond hair, in which case all bets are off. The Turks are mostly quite friendly, especially when you escape the resorts and head into the heartland, and prices are very low compared to Western Europe. ![]() Salvador Dali Hunts For Pipis On Bribie Island While Dreaming of Sea Urchins.Trying to Explain the Significance of a Shooting Gallery to a Six Year Old.Being Driven to Matala by Martin Johnston. ![]()
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