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Twin Peaks

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I’m tentatively happy that we’re getting a third season of Twin Peaks in 2016. I’ve been a Beach Boys fan for way too long to let the idea exist of a legacy being ruined by later projects. If it’s rubbish, not a problem. So was most of the second season, anyway.

My enjoyment of Twin Peaks is so entangled with the time, anyway, that any NOW feelings about a third season could never ever come close. I was 20-21 when it was on TV in the UK. I was at art college. I was in love. It was a bright sunny summer. Life felt pretty good. And then there was also a very enjoyable TV show that felt totally out-of-step with everything else on the UK’s four channels at that point.

Seeing the news that it was coming back, though, did remind me of something. In the title sequence, when we see the shot of the sign for the town: it’s so obviously just been rammed into a piece of worn-down-by-vehicles ground next to a road. A real town’s sign would not have worn-down ground all around it like that. There’d be tufts of grass around the posts.

I do hope Audrey’s doing well, though.

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October 8th, 2014 at 10:07 am

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Comic Sanskrit

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:50 am

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Liquorice Allsorts

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:46 am

Starship Dee Dee

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Based on something from series 2 episode 1 of Limmy’s Show.

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:45 am

Queue

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:43 am

Two baseball players

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:43 am

Baseball player

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:42 am

Baseball is good

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:41 am

Beach

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:40 am

Fat bird

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:40 am

Landscape

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:40 am

Where the Streets Have No Name

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I had this dream last night that I was in a city somewhere east of Europe. There were narrow shaded streets and big open areas where the sun was roasting. I was eating nuts and the adhan was being called out. And the sound of the adhan was different to what I’d heard before when I visited Istanbul. It was being made by instruments I didn’t recognise. Lots of different instruments combining to make one sound. Then over the top of that was the sound of voices repeating guttural consonants, like a slowly building choir of k sounds.

That sounds like the start of “Where the Streets Have No Name,” I thought.
I wanted to tell people. I had no device to email or tweet with. Oh my! U2 stole that! And nobody knows.
Then I looked again and found my device and wanted to tweet it, but I only had emojis. No proper alphabet to type with. I wanted there to be emojis that didn’t exist.

Man with blond hair.
Man with cigarette.
Man with hat and goatee.
Man with pink sunglasses.
Dusty road.
Stripey-shirted robber.
Music symbol.
Mosque.

But I couldn’t find these emojis and nobody knew that U2 stole the adhan.

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October 7th, 2014 at 9:25 am

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Real talk

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October 2nd, 2014 at 8:56 am

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This guy

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So, there’s this guy. One day he did some washing. He got the stuff out of the washing machine, grabbed his keys, and got ready to take the stuff up to the clothes line on the roof of his building. He did a wee trump before he left the flat, then opened the door. His next door neighbour–a female lady woman–was just coming out of her flat. They exchanged good mornings and both stood by the elevator. She wanted to go to the ground floor, he to the roof. They stood there in silence for a moment. He thought he should just take the stairs to the roof. He realised he could smell his wee trump. It had followed him out of the flat. Should he just go? He was embarrassed. There’s no way she couldn’t also smell it. Oops. What was he to do? Stay in the lift with his wet laundry in his arms all the way to the ground floor then all the way back up to the roof, with the knowledge of the wee trump there in front of them both? No, that’d be dumb.

“I need to go to the roof,” he said.
“Okay, bye,” she said.

He went to the roof and felt terrible. He called himself an idiot. A fucking idiot. A stupid fucking idiot.

He never wanted to bump into his neighbour again. The next day he wrote a letter to the landlord, packed his stuff up, moved out, left the city, got on a plane, flew to another county where he’d never trumped before, rented a shack in the middle of nowhere and now he trumps in peace.

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October 1st, 2014 at 5:29 pm

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Surfin’ USA

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If everybody had an ocean
Across the USA
Then everybody would have drowned, Brian, ya daftie.

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September 30th, 2014 at 6:46 am

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Standing on the balcony, I got to noticing something…

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September 29th, 2014 at 2:22 pm

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Much meat

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September 29th, 2014 at 2:21 pm

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Derek Jeter

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Not really an infographic, but here’s something about Derek Jeter.

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September 28th, 2014 at 2:30 pm

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Raheem Sterling

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September 27th, 2014 at 9:33 am

Just a little tweak, Ernest…

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September 26th, 2014 at 9:05 am