Category Archives: OTHER THINGS

Ghosts and Ghouls I Hate. By Sudsy

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I have a real problem with this guttersnipe (he lives in the sewers beneath a theatre, therefore, no description was ever more accurate, no sir). As Frankie might say. What a greaseball! What a Ham!  But I say: how dare he! He gives underworlders a bad name. He’s got no gumption. He makes a chandelier fall and suddenly he’s such a horror. Well let me tel you Mr. Lloyd Webber. The moonlit warblings of “Think of Me” might tug at my heart strings like freshly polished taps but I will not have it. NO. Murder. THIS production needs some good honest MURDER.  Whilst I am on the subject, when are you going to make a  public apology for Les Miserables? I would except Hathaway having an accident. 

Ghosts and Ghouls I Hate. By Sudsy

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I have a real problem with this guttersnipe (he lives in the sewers beneath a theatre, therefore, no description was ever more accurate, no sir). As Frankie might say. What a greaseball! What a Ham!  But I say: how dare he! He gives underworlders a bad name. He’s got no gumption. He makes a chandelier fall and suddenly he’s such a horror. Well let me tel you Mr. Lloyd Webber. The moonlit warblings of “Think of Me” might tug at my heart strings like freshly polished taps but I will not have it. NO. Murder. THIS production needs some good honest MURDER.  Whilst I am on the subject, when are you going to make a  public apology for Les Miserables? I would except Hathaway having an accident. 

Sob Story (A Capella) by The Smell

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I finally scored Mr. Parfenix’s New Wave Record when he was with his band The Smell in the 80’s.
As far as I can tell there was no one else in the group but him and no instruments.
Just a dashing young Mr. P doing spooky voice with some effect pedals.
It’s great!
All the songs are under 30 seconds and most of them are super repetitive.
I wouldn’t exactly call it genius, but I will say, “It’s Cheap As Hell” — just the way I like it.

Slarris The Sludgy Jiggler

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I found Slarris as I was coming up the sewer pipe to our building.
He asked me if he could get into Frankie’s Jiggler Family post from a few days ago.
“I’m sorta like a Jiggler -burp!-“.
Admiring his manors, I snapped a photo of him and featured him in his very own post.
Which made the poor bastard very happy… Wait til’ he finds out how many people read this blog!