tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33878844221296560972011-12-21T18:35:13.972+11:00Putting bums on radio since 2005! Ballarat's shiniest give it a red-hot on 99.9FM each Tuesday night 6-8pm. It's a kick-on!Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-81378608233555094672009-08-02T14:09:00.011+10:002009-08-02T15:28:42.750+10:00

Well, it was emotional. Chinese politics, Melbourne film festivals, The Cramps' classic Bend Over I'll Drive lined up alongside Elvis Costello's Clean Money, the new logo for Melbonicus 5, tales of Scuzzo the Clown and of course the quite startling revelations of reknowned sportscaster Broop MacEnVaney. The Show With No Name continues to battle the soul-killing and arse-chilling B-Town Black

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-35840381277462152172009-07-31T22:34:00.003+10:002009-07-31T22:38:31.725+10:00

The Show With No Name is proud to present the newest addition to the Ballarat television family - finally, after 78 years of behind the scenes work, our longtime stalwart of the local entertainment industry Mr Dirty Bongo Monday is to be hosting a new program incorporating health education, exercise and a good singalong - live from the Sebastopol studios of BTV6.Here's a sneak preview:

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Hello there fellow inebriates!Once again, welcome to the Dog Report. This week the ever speckled Dog Report brings you the brand new and slightly puffy ORC scale, where you, dear listener, can now kick in and get that venomous hair off your curly bonnet by joining in our poll of .... Ballarat's Hottest Over Rated Cunts (or BHORC! Use vomit as a handy reminder!) It's very simple and works like

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Howdy do, you little bran muffins of funk.Thanks for coming to the meeting. Lets get the agenda underway shall we?1) The public outpouring of bullshit over Michael Jackson.Lets see now ....war all over the joint......water running out...faiths threatening to shit down each others necks...freaks running the country....people being lost at sea on leaky smugglers boats...everybody too fat to get to

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-51776023468325648162009-07-14T23:17:00.006+10:002009-07-14T23:40:18.976+10:00

It's official: Ballarat is so bereft of ideas of its own it's taken to grabbing whatever is happening up the road at the neighbours' joint.Thanks to some B-town oldtimers in the Premier's Department the folks at Stawell got the "you're on your own, tiger" mail from the Guvmint, and approximately 35 seconds later a press release went out from the Shitty of Ballarat that they'd help by moving the

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Aaaaand... we're back.Whiter and more manlier than any Triple J Hottest 100 of All Songs On the iPods of Accountants. More annoying in our dedication to publicly broacasting classic rock tunes than Radio Dave, and far sketchier in our income details than Dodgy Butch the Second Hand CD Pimp... It's the Ballarat institution that's been putting bums on radio since 1914; a collected 367 years in

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A leaked Ballarat Council report shows plans are being drawn up to connect Black Hill, Sovereign Hill and the circumference of Lake Wendouree via an ultra modern monorail system. Another theme park submitted was a “Moonbase Alpha”-style resort to be constructed on the dry bed of Lake Wendouree, complete with a giant perspex dome, although rumour has it, that perhaps the lake would be better

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Taken by a roving Ballarat news breaker, this incredible photo of the Government’s new Titan Rocket Launch Pad nestled unobtrusively in the heart of Ballarat atop the Black Hill Recreation Reserve, is indicative of the secretive nature of the Rudd Government’s Top Level Strategic Arms Initiative. This amazing photograph was hurriedly snapped when a flock of Black cockatoos accidentally perched on

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At last. The tapes thought lost in the Incident Went It Almost Went South were recovered, debaconised and reconstituted in beercans are here in their full flavoured original edited condition. Ballarat's own Lenny, MicDog and Floppy Cocksure give it up on what went down at the 2009 Logies.Hear from those at the B-Town6 V Table of course and feel the pant-tearing analysis of the winners, grinners

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Greetings, thankyou for the cards (none), the calls (none) and the hookers'n'blow so deserving of a high quality showbiz team that are so central to life in Ballarat and the wider western Victoria region.What, with one member succumbing to lung ebola, another finding explosives packed in his lower intestine and another having his scapula smashed by a ballpeen hammer in a freak Easter accident,

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-67829151407965511432009-04-12T13:02:00.005+10:002009-04-12T13:13:36.073+10:00

Here 'tis served meaty and fresh to all our outta town Mexicali greebos, B-Town beer slingers and bus-drivin' cohorts out there: some of the latest slices out of the Utility Dim Sim Research Area from the Show With No Name, broadcast most Tuesday nights on radio 99.9FM as they are ingested and experienced via the majestic O'Brien Rooms recording studios in Ballarat.Part 01Just before Easter the

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There are some things that just get funnier as time goes on. One of them is how intensely bizarre the whitefolk of B-Town get in their desperate clinging to some sort of patchwork collection of beliefs, traditions and annual 'festive' gatherings.Exhibit (a) I give you Easter in Ballarat. Here we have not music festivals - like Apollo Bay, Mortlake, Mildura, Meredith or the Town That Makes Us

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The Bushfire fiasco can also go on the list if of-1) Outdoor cinema Summer cinema suggested to Council. Nuthin' nuthin nuthin.....suddenly idea poached and put up at the Bumroot Race Course in Autumn. I hope you all catch horse flu, you bastards.2) Ballarat art gallery gig - Last year 6000 punters through door. 150 artists working together. Joy. Fun. Hope. People actually going to see Art and

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-76843715401876721972009-03-17T14:43:00.006+11:002009-03-17T15:06:10.652+11:00

Thanks for Mr Dog for the stirring recollections from his shattered psyche of the Golden Plains Fester. I second most of those emotions. I see those try-very-hard types over at the Nation's Aunty have put together a visual history of sorts of the weeekend. Sadly, no evidence of the circle of junkie succubi who infested our dear mate Indiana's campsite...I'm just strapping on the Cameo codpiece,

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-18436413064614697982009-03-12T13:52:00.002+11:002009-03-12T13:57:59.135+11:00

Yo Ho little fishies,Ahh....The Ribald debauch that is Golden Plains. Or Golden Showers as some quicker witted degenerates have dubbed it.Indeed, as one great old man of rock has said "This is for the children of Woodstock!" Whether he meant the freak fest of 60's legend, or the cut price Bourbon sold by the bucket I'm not sure, but luckily we can get a little goodness from Column A and a little

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You know the world is coming to a violent, corpulent, screaming and writhing end when:a) there are bushfires marching in on Daylesford and you are sitting in a bar in Ballarat with the heater onb) your dearly beloved asks you to buy the Sebastian Bach solo albumWe haven't heard from the good pastor Danny NullAndVoid lately... but out these parts around Ballarat and thereabouts, people are worried

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-8973081881690951842009-03-01T17:55:00.005+11:002009-03-01T18:04:50.105+11:00

No, really. It all ties in. The Show With No Name brings back the news that didn't make news at the Oscars; the Noeline Brown gown worn on the red carpet; the true story behind the films which got nominated (and those who were napalmed with boogie); the conspiracy film about the Monkees and the Zep, and Sean Penn's portrayal of the dyslexic milkman in Kilk; Gary Vaseline and the fashion

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-16712662067464747782009-02-24T17:17:00.003+11:002009-02-24T17:25:10.983+11:00

It's the only caller we've ever had in 5 years of broadcasting... the dude who heard Stay Hungry by Twisted Sister and rang up with his acidwash jeans in a knot. As a result, we're changing the playlist from Sophisticated Older Dude Who Rocks A Bit to something more like Haggard Hasbeen Living High On Dreams of Decades Gone.Here's some inspiration: Show goes to air in 40 minutes... apart from

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-17860884334007396282009-02-19T21:37:00.008+11:002009-02-19T21:46:43.717+11:00

Bringing back the respect.That's what we're doing.The Show With No Name has been riding the rails for the last couple of weeks, and brings back the goodies better'n a bag of steaming dimmies from the Glansburger Cart late on a friday night.Buckle in, pour yourself a steaming hot mug of fizz and allow Len and Mick to well and truly kick it in the guts, Barry:Part 01The awesome power of the

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Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket, on a one-way ride. Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everything in my stride.Don't need reason, don't need rhyme;Ain't nothing I'd rather doGoin' down, party time, My friends are gonna be there tooThe B-Town groovers are back - here be our installment upon the national character on this most specially patriotic of days. The racist attacks on unwitting

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It's been emotional, it's been real. The Show has been taking a break since last week and this, in honour of the passing of the Great and Mighty Shep Huntly from his 30somethings into the year known as the Big Four Oh.Mick and Len are, as we speak, off to indulge in a weekend-long orgy of tattooed chicks, fire breathing, old Balla bands reforming (someone say something about Sheep Weather Alert?)

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It is now 6.30pm on a Sunday night and the final of the 14,458 events that make up the South Street competitions have finally ended. Just in time for the beginning of the Amateur Highland Brass Debating and Musical Interpretation for Organ Solo section to open, heralding the beginning of the next 18 months of South Street 2009.We pause a moment to reflect on the grand institution of Ballarat's

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-89093764601108303952008-12-03T13:55:00.010+11:002008-12-03T14:11:47.292+11:00

And yes, it has been a bit weak in the pants with not putting up audio, and thankyou to the two guys in Creswick who found my email and sent the photos of their arses in respect for the creative process.So anyway - let the good times roll and the deebs bounce.Here's the stuff...Part one, in which in which Lenny and Mick chew over the new Rollins rant, pick over the bones of the new Guns n Roses

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Oh... the synchronicity. The strange and beautiful Ballarat madness of the December calendar where, in the same week 154 years ago in the town where some blokes had stood on a hill and asked about getting a fairer deal from the guys they were paying all the taxes to... (then got a right bollocking one morning after a largish pissup at the Stockade)... the hyper fit/fat/fried/funky/fucked up

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Well it's good to be back in the Show With No Name Dimsim Research Kitchen. And my, haven't things been hectic in B-town. This is one of the bestest and funniest local elections I've never seen - and I've ignored a lot of local politics in my time on this rock. Regardless, I would like to dedicate this clip to Steven Jones, the mayor with the most punk rock of all names and the beard with the

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Hello Dear friends and people who owe me money,(You know who you are and by reading this I've accessed your account and I am downloading your genomes. Ha! Mick Dog -1 Reality- 0. Suck shit God! and yer sneaky little Viva La Evolution friend with his swanky banjo hit "Mama, you all is one baldy Ape ).Anyway.....to make a short story far longer than it should be, I'm frankly perturbed and

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-12269139357953442782008-11-10T15:50:00.002+11:002008-11-10T16:28:43.238+11:00

Good day sirs and Madam. No show this week as Vinnie the Skip is nude and wild in the country. Whilst this is happening I would like to make it perfectly clear that The Show will go on! I think? Will it? I think so? Cant see why not? Risk listening to it and find out! i'm sure I left a joke around here somewhere?

lenny hyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00273388669684048782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-40351308326694807732008-11-06T14:35:00.002+11:002008-11-06T14:39:29.358+11:00

Could be. Anyway, here's the latest.

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There's nothing greater than having your elected representatives spark off a philsophical debate; tjere's nothing warmer than that feeling of engaging with the bigger questions in life other than How Did A Bunch Of Rich Guys With Rat Cunning End Up Getting Greedy and Criminal - so when a Ballarat councillor who's resigned saying this is the worst council in history ends up on the front page

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-74187810628668283792008-10-08T20:29:00.026+11:002008-10-08T21:32:37.518+11:00

Yeah and verily did the latest chunks of cooked audio come squelching out of Ballarat; hear now as we swing in to the dark days of What The Fuck and Everything's Changed again. Stock markets be buggered - what about that poor bloke in Geelong who got the tattoo for Premiers 2008? OK, what about the fuckoff cyclone about to bear down on the other side of Mexico - (the other side from the major

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-91220901824209811322008-10-02T23:27:00.007+10:002008-10-02T23:41:03.875+10:00

You can download the podcast of part o1 of the Show With No Name or what the hell, listen to it here, who cares what the people in the office think...The Show With No Name versus Malcolm Turnbull, vein by braille, colour orange juice and all-night telly, bird fight in Federal Parliament, the Kank Wolverang box set, Desd Parkinson the People's Illusionist and more...And there's the download and

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-62948866554530938962008-09-29T10:27:00.008+10:002008-09-29T11:21:31.399+10:00

Man the interwebs! Gang the kank walk! Lenny's strapping on the virtual waders and preparing to assail the wide vistas of the webotron. We're polishing off the i-tuneophone for you children of the i-Cult so you can i-tune your devices in, but here's a quaint old mp3 player of this week's (meaning last) slices of the Show... as broadcast from the remains of Triple-B (now renamed in a friendly

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-63284635316873195822008-09-28T23:14:00.028+10:002008-09-29T11:10:04.724+10:00

Here's a few of the acts from Lenstock, one balmy Saturday evening in the Ballarat as the crowd started really piling in the doors after 6ish (about the third eccie was being popped around Hawthorn)Firstly, Pig's Arse. They make the White Stripes look like Yngwie Malmsteen in complexity. Note that Ollie displays his skills in being able to knock back the entire pot of beer just in time for the

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-67962220567080659642008-09-28T17:33:00.008+10:002008-09-28T18:17:20.418+10:00

It was grand. It was a kick-on. Below is a first taste of what it was like in the Stables on Grand Final night in B-town, when all of Ballarat's rock and roll survivors from the turbulent 90s gathered to kick on in honour of a true soldier of the Great Fight Against Boring... Thankyou so much to everyone who organised it - first place getter Rockin' Ronnie - who got the bands togther (and off

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-60079170097292429232008-09-22T12:12:00.011+10:002008-09-22T12:49:23.817+10:00

Ah yes... in the spirit of the Enforced Culture of Inclusiveness that's all pervasive in our increasingly heated world, this week Victorians are expected to care about who wins a popularity contest amongst football playersBrownlow night is a chance to step out of your everyday world into the make believeExcitingly, this contest has been expanded to their wives and girlfriends, who realise there

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Step aside, 3BA bunnies and your automated computer jukebox system on weekends! Move over, earnest government-funded ABC types and your Consternation Hour! Ballarat's shiniest radio show - putting bums on radio since 2006 - is now up and shakin' a leg in the online stylee.The Committee For Not Having Fun In Ballarat continues its deathless battle against creativity in this town (no, Roland,

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Each week upon our shiny radio show Len introduces the team - Len, Mick, Vin, and DB Monday. Emails have been flooding in (none), the phone calls have been running hot (none) and this guy stopped me in the street and asked Who is DB Monday?He is a man. A concept. A way of life. He is the very binding neutrinos that hold together the Show With No Name team, a man not unlike myself who chooses to

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-58519674931340875812008-08-29T12:37:00.007+10:002008-08-29T13:01:38.393+10:00

Its that time of year again when everyone looks to the voice of a generation, Kank Wolverang, that's WolverANG, to explain the tears and fears of a psychotic and psychiatric winter in a manner that befits a softly spoken git with nothing to say. "Tangled up in dudes", traditionally an untraditional Turkish work song. "If it aint turking it's just beef jerking" (Traditional Untraditional old

lenny hyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00273388669684048782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-43402963857806669252008-08-13T21:53:00.004+10:002008-08-13T22:14:58.460+10:00

Oh god. It just doesn't get any better. London journalist bags Ballarat athlete. London journo bags "our" (don't forget even American basketball coaches who stayed here for more 20 minutes are labelled 'Ballarat residents') Erin Carroll for being the first athlete to lose in the Olympics.Carroll had not been in the original Australia team, but snuck in when somespaces were reallocated by the

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-83574907337011804922008-07-13T21:45:00.005+10:002008-07-13T21:48:51.129+10:00

Seasonal Affected Disorder. The feeling that winter has gone on for long e-fucking-nough. It's hit Ballarat. And I shit ye not - a bomb has just gone off in the carpark not far from the Hamburger Cart. That's how shitful Ballarat is at the moment with this cold weather.In tribute, the Show With No Name is back on the interwebs. From Redan to Sebastopol. From Alfredton to Golden Point. Ballarat's

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-70554945386950323802008-07-04T20:13:00.004+10:002008-07-04T20:53:05.048+10:00

Today, someone asked me what's good about America. Y'know, bein' fourth of July and all.Pictures speak louder than words. First, the insanely good:Then the howlingly good:And the ridiculously good:And the bad? Hmm. There's the obviously bad.The just plain bad.And the really, really bad.Send in the clowns. Norman, bless America, please:function expandcollapse (postid) { whichpost =

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Hello Fans,Ahhh Winter.I'm currently snotting about the side alleys, coughing up gouts of organic blu tack and blowing out (in a free to air concert of freaky nose jazz), what looks like the filling for Satan own country style Vanilla slice.But I digress...Is there anything actually happening in this town at the moment?Sure.....the Discount King is still pumping out bilk cheap flatscreens, Duke

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-5949319838514349982008-06-27T09:44:00.003+10:002008-06-27T09:50:43.535+10:00

This is what it looks like from inside the Dim Sim Research Production facility...Apologies for the three people who've been watching our stuff online. Youtube production has dropped markedly since I forgot to pay my interweb fees and got cut off....At the moment I'm blogging by throwing five cent coins through a partially opened window onto a keyboad at the Snake Valley Primary School. It's

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-753945165849040062008-06-19T18:26:00.002+10:002008-06-19T18:41:48.831+10:00

Hello Fans,Well you can't say that we here at The Show With No Name blog-a-ma-doodledon't bust out the freshest jive since Will Smiff left Bel Air.I, (and by that I mean me), can break it to you (etc.) that our beloved B-Town is due to get a new Arts Precinct within the near future (geologically speaking).The juicy prune goss is that the Old Railway building (down in the old Railway Yard, on Old

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Hello Fans,A bit of sad news this week.Our beloved town oddball, Mr Bill Morrell, finally shuffled off to the great big brightly colored hat in the sky.For those of you who may not be in the know, Bill was the guy who walked around town, usually smoking a pipe, sometimes holding a fuzzy bear of some sort, sometimes wearing a giant novelty hat and most of time with a open gladstone bag that

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-41443036957266723482008-06-16T01:36:00.001+10:002008-06-16T01:37:39.529+10:00

It's late. I'm almost out of petrol vouchers. Just time enough to push this downhill:

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-25137343059208103472008-06-15T20:03:00.005+10:002008-06-15T20:17:58.496+10:00

It's coming... it's coming.... Len and Mick have been ensconsced in the Viper Room in L.A finishing off the last of the tax that ol' mate wassisname said was left in the locker at the train station... Anyway due to the oil crisis we haven't had a show on air, but this is the first cut from the bowl of congealing dim sims that is my brain right now...Kick the fuck on! That's all right now...

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-43079180099291624032008-06-12T16:44:00.000+10:002008-06-12T16:45:16.077+10:00

Hello Fans,What is the attraction of the ineffectual gonk?Everywhere one looks these day, there's another example of an inept twerp simpering about how "useless" they are for laughs and making other fucking oxygen thieves feel good about their lives.Case in point.Reading today in one of the nation's broadsheet arse rags, I quote; "Flight of the Conchords is the funniest show on television". (end

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-73356944468390309392008-06-12T15:36:00.005+10:002008-06-12T16:07:04.584+10:00

This just in from our correspondent Matt Heuston-What'sYOURFuckinproblem-Kennedy in Sydney... It seems Ballarat Council is not being consulted on some plans for the expansion of the city's boundaries...BREAKING NEWS: PHOTO REVEALS EXPANSIONIST PLANS Gold-rush city expands, abscess-like, into the heartland of Sydney.M Heuston Kennedy - AAP Rooters.It's an unusual advance guard, but the Gold City

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Blog 10/06/08Hello fans,Firstly I’d like to thank all those involved in the bid to put The ShowWith No Name up there with such television classics as The Collectors and "The Twiddlebugs go to Indented Head".We can’t disclose too much at this point, (what with nothing having actually happened and the Pigeon that we tied our hopes and electronic dreams to possibly crashing into some power lines

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-24036113499224608962008-06-03T00:24:00.004+10:002008-06-03T00:32:01.550+10:00

It's all gone bear-shaped now. Until the Rudd paedo-police move in, here's the exclusive inside report on the Henson exhibition as filed by the Show With No Name...

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It's all gone hospital shaped for our comrade in charms Mr Len this week, folks! Last seen headed off for a public performance of loud guitar abuse, more lately it seems he's gone and landed himself in a small cell with a leg full of plaster and nought but a couple of euro-crit music mags and a small wire connected to a box which pipes the sounds of daytime television, of which a small box hangs

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-25351918820748760222008-05-26T17:58:00.005+10:002008-05-26T18:01:13.339+10:00

No-one but the Show With No Name could do it - a one hour special broadcast to commemorate the return of Tony 'The Mok' Mokbel to the warm and loving arms of Australian justice.It was a broadcast that brought forth the best of the world's entertainment industry, from Australian legends Queen Bea and Vinegar Tits to the remarkable spontaneous performance of Chinese Democracy by Axl Rose live at

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It was emotional. It was intensive. There's probably gonna be some 'tube of it 'cos it was at times hysterical. Here's the tunes, or as much as I can remember.The full list of Mok tunes wil be listed as soon as the audio is carved... lazy tongueless bugger I am, but... Mok the Casbah, Mok Around the Clock, even the surprise inclusion of the Tony Bartuccio dancers just couldn't compete with Only

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-6600655292201742202008-05-18T00:29:00.008+10:002008-05-18T00:53:10.078+10:00

Can't begin to tell y'all about the awesome rock-throbbing power of Camp Street the other night, with Ballarat legendary goth kings/queens/royalty Immaculata in the Helen MacPherson Cancer Stiff Theatre on one side and Tassie's bad boy duo betterknown as the Beasties from Hobart stylee (otherwise known as The Scientists of Modern Music) on the other in Ye Olde Karova, you couldn't go wrong. After

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-82998054801274268662008-05-17T20:33:00.004+10:002008-05-17T20:35:57.848+10:00

That's about the long and short of it judging from the latest Youtube that's gone up... bless us, you mothers, for we have sinned.There's also the report into the Big Horn of Ballarat, following scenes of wild hysteria in the studios last week.

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An exciting week this week. We walked in the studio to find the right wing of the Liberal party have turned their insane eye to regional Victorian community radio stations: a giant sign saying 'Voice FM is now a no obscene language station'.And not an unwashed copulating Semite in sight.I asked whether someone has deleted Cold Chisel's Bow River and Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side from their

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-62397547914303107952008-05-14T20:15:00.004+10:002008-05-14T20:19:32.424+10:00

It's beautiful - finally, the lost Frank Callahan tapes are coming to light, and yes, there's even footage of the classic psychedelic Lal Lal sessions that have been spoken about only in whispers in the teahouses and senior citizen's clubs of B-Town.We can reveal to you here that yessir, he can boogie. Ladeez and gennilmen... with thanks to one of the longlost Balla-diaspora, a woman known only

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-67750545000688031292008-05-13T10:41:00.005+10:002008-05-13T10:51:48.426+10:00

Having been ripped off twice now by the Detroit Cobras (the first being to having waited years and dutifully paying for two tix to see 'em play like a bunch of smacked out zombies at the Prince) - the second being paying for their new album - we got back in the swing of things this week. There seems to be a pattern developing of the "A-to-Z" approach to rock here - A being AC/DC and Z being Zappa

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-33436475673649805192008-05-08T12:40:00.003+10:002008-05-08T12:43:55.390+10:00

function expandcollapse (postid) { whichpost = document.getElementById(postid); if (whichpost.className=="postshown") { whichpost.className="posthidden"; } else { whichpost.className="postshown"; }}And the best Logie goes to........us. For best coverage of this historic event. Thankyou for the requests for some 'Tube of our superb Sally from Home and Away is Leaving special.

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-70868001510973211602008-05-05T19:25:00.003+10:002008-05-05T19:42:39.432+10:00

The memorial vials of rock set for Tom McKenneyLooks like I found the playlist for our special show live from Her Majesty's Theatre during the Chaser show... we started out giving Tom his due props and then made our way into some classic stuff - come on, where else on the radio are you gonna find The Waitresses as well as Tasmania's greatest ever hardcore/rock band, Mouth?Nowhere, I sez!Any

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-83000481986218189682008-05-04T12:51:00.004+10:002008-05-04T13:13:00.726+10:00

Been experimenting with this new fangled Youtube player.... click on the doohickey to the right of the play button and you'll find some of my latest Youtube faves, including (but not limited to) the classic Adrian Edmundson-directed video for Zodiac Mindwarp, the Saul Bass-style remake of the Star Wars opening credits, Mick Dog's awesome find of the 1950s Mum throwing knives at her children, and

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-14238979801966062912008-05-03T19:45:00.005+10:002008-05-03T19:54:40.255+10:00

It's true. All the rumours are true. Lenny reveals our part in the Todd McKenney media circus here:More news at 11...

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-7489088119346971852008-05-01T12:24:00.002+10:002008-05-01T12:34:49.896+10:00

Hello Fans,I'd just like to thank Bigguth Dicketh for their comments on Ballarat as the rootiest place on Earth (see comments on "This is where we Live").As to changing the motto I think there are some fine suggestions.Other mottos I'd considered were "Ballarat! Will root for piss!" or "Crack a Fat in Ballarat!" or "Buy me a drink and you can sink the pink".Of course the next thing to do is to

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-7390705127640661632008-04-30T14:15:00.001+10:002008-04-30T14:20:45.771+10:00

Hello Fans,Just popping in to let everybody know the good news. According to some chick I met in a Pub who reads Ralph magazine while she's at the dentist, (or some such) I can now confirm that it's become official.Ballarat is now the easiest place in Australia (I'm saying all of Western Culture) to pick up.Not the Town itself, (the buildings and surrounding land weighing many millions of tones

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-62643166895798669552008-04-29T10:17:00.014+10:002008-04-29T10:44:34.840+10:00

At last - while Todd McKenny provides us with a whole new level of celebrity drug misadventure and ensuing wrangling via media, over at the BBC they've broken the best story so far of the Olympic torch/Free Tibet competition:Police in southern China have discovered a factory manufacturing Free Tibet flags, media reports say. The factory in Guangdong had been completing overseas orders for the

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-39680884537919450632008-04-28T22:37:00.003+10:002008-04-28T23:17:43.525+10:00

You'd have thunk the worldwide return (and return to Channel Ten) of a bunch of big brawny goons of either sex going at it with big rubber Monkey Sticks would have inspired something a bit more colourful and athletic - sadly the Australian stage of Olympic World Series Protest turned out to a match between two touring teams, with the home team off doing something else... (maybe all caught up on

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-23416645756881509902008-04-24T13:43:00.005+10:002008-04-24T13:51:56.243+10:00

So far, it's looking exciting - Mel and Kochie doing their best impression of a one-party state media morning show, choosing to just highlight the happy stuff; reports of a protestor doing their own impression of the famed 1980s move by Dermie Brereton, bravely bursting through the other team's huddle; we'll have more reports as the day wears on - but first, here's the initial forecasts on the

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-51025516909122541882008-04-23T16:35:00.008+10:002008-04-23T20:03:06.239+10:00

As we predicted, it is time.Ladies and gentlemen we are under starter's orders. We have Chinese security who are determined to form a human ring around the torch. We have every remaining Kombi from the North Coast and patchouli-powered Corolla from North Shore Sydney along with every Private School Marxist from Melbourne gathered in the nation's capital. We've got a feisty Federal Police force

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-38037063079418894502008-04-23T15:41:00.007+10:002008-04-23T16:03:56.477+10:00

Oh yes, we've begun making our own tv. You might notice the Youtube channels over there on the right hand corner of the page... Our man at Handl TV does indeed handle the tv... his work both the Smith, the Lash and with Lenny has been a constant companion for the Show, and bless his fireglass prostate he's been recently been visiting us in downtown Ballarat, and inspired us to fire up the

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-60080682439037733972008-04-23T10:34:00.027+10:002008-04-23T16:25:53.294+10:00

Libel laws being what they is this in Go' bress Amerca this article was turned down by a funky rockin mag specifically marketed to young white teens. With recent Grand Prix events and as I'm quite fond of it I thought it was worth getting down for posterity, here goes:Many of us are more than familiar with the proposition that if you were to place an infinite number of monkeys with an infinite

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Reasons to be cheerful, part-free: somehow it feels like there's at least some chinks appearing in the foundations after our initial Summer of Love here in Australia. The period where we knew we'd be able to look back and say It Was a Time Before Kev'n Co Fucked It Up. Now we find ourselves wandering into what's feeling like a period of intense change. Of suddenly considering what if the Big Lie

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A dozy grey Sunday morning is echoing with the previous night's rock'n soul party - and the first time I properly figured out the ridiculous ease and quality of plugging the 'puter into the stereo. And what a Saturday night - kitchen cookin' smells, liberal amounts of grape juice and Steve Cross knocking out the Many Moods of Mick Collins feature upon Beat Orgy, 6-8 Saturday nights on 3RRR FM

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-11638779865549064452008-04-10T21:07:00.009+10:002008-04-10T21:58:04.070+10:00

Reports not published anywhere say Jock Cheese from TISM is dead. Oh, the ironing of a band who made pisstake and parody behind the veil of anonymity their business. No brief poignant tributes from the newsreaders. No current affairs show snippet with Molly. No epic video tribute session on Rage. I dunno if it's broken anywhere in the media yet - and by that I mean the only media channel who'd

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-84341636937799631052008-04-09T18:03:00.006+10:002008-04-09T18:22:57.578+10:00

The Light an Olympic Torch for Sally from Home and Away Tribute ShowWe promise. We never heard of the video. Anyhoo, tonight we rocked out good and hard for a couple of epic, historic moments. Sally from Home and Away has left, leaving a Grand Canyonesque hole in the Australian minor celebrity grid (just think! now everyone will demand their own mini-issue of TV Week).Husker Du - Sorry

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-43079018921455084422008-04-05T15:10:00.004+11:002008-04-05T15:38:11.454+11:00

There's a gathering in Ballarat today of 150 people selected as the best, brightest, most visionary in the local land, sitting down and knocking out ideas for their local member Catherine King - for her to dutifully bind together in a specially labelled ring-binder, cover in pithy post-it notes and place on the ever-expanding desk of Prime Tin-Tinester Kevin Rudd. I managed to call the media guy

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This week found us broadcasting on that most auspicous of occasions - the day after Angus Young's birthday. An important date - just to know that a 53 year old man is still making money by dressing up in a school uniform and hammering out guitar solos is alright by us. This week was also special because Voice FM's program manager had supplied me with a special rectal vocoder implant, allowing me

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And the verdict? The Brand X boys let loose with a mighty roar of rock that threatened to drown out the Sunday arvo's reverie right across the town. I went a block away to a servo to get a can of drink and could hardly hear myself in the shop. Noice. The teenagers were all suitably surly and unimpressed. The band who owned the P.A were... adequate. 10 Second Riot is a great name for a band. Now

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-12523567968251106602008-03-26T20:21:00.005+11:002008-03-26T20:39:38.850+11:00

That's not what he really said. The man known as Jones rang. He said there was a gig at the Ballarat skatepark. His band, the Best Boy Band in Ballarat, were gonna play. Condition was, the guy who owns the P.A. and he has a band, too.Thinking this could go anywhere, I wondered....Because the Brand X are a bunch of guys in their 30s holding on to the dream of fuckin' loud, fast, funny music.. I

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-2402916119208120202008-03-26T17:47:00.007+11:002008-03-26T20:14:41.653+11:00

Hard to say what the theme was this week.'Disjointed' comes to mind.Have been gradually adding some new links to folks who write with a passion, verve and the usual grab bag of adjectives you can't apply much to music writing these days.Take Last Tram Home over there in the 6 Dim Sims of Separation box. Or the extreme rock and jazz excitement of Dave Lang over at Man With No Shame. And the man

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There are some Australian media cliches that withstand the test of time - we will always have rain failing to dampen spirits of revellers at the Melbourne Cup, and close-up shots of fat arses and guts during stories about obesity, but at this time of the year we get long, drawn-out cavalcades of B-grade personalities during interminable telethons accompanied by images of people handing over

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Another weekend reading the Springfield versus Shelbyfield pissing contest of The Age and The Australian, considering again that perhaps all the best writers of culture have given up trying to be published on dead tree in Australia and are wandering about online, mostly. And then there's us. *tumbleweed*Musically, the good, bad and ugly list this Easter looks like this: Paul Stanley says he will

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Easter. Jesus. No breaking stories on the lack of water this week. Although fans will note that the power of the Show With No Name endures, with the report that Van Halen may well be back on the road.And a discovery: we found out the guy who hosts the 'lifestyle show' from 4-6pm before us was the bassist in the band who supported KISS at their legendary 1980 gig at Waverly Park. Lenny and I

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It's stinking hot... have only just now managed to pry Mick out of the refrigerator. Looked like he was holding a global warming conference in the salad drawer. Probably explained all the mayonaise everywhere. Lenny was last seen with a bass amp pouring smoke, carvings the words 23rd of Elvis ROCK into the minds of those at the Karova Bar. Anyhoo, we've been casting around the interwebs and we

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Shit! Goddamn! Make mine a cheese and ham! Mick Dog's revelation of another fantastic attempt for Ballarat to sink a shitload of money into something other than the behemoth of boring, the Begonia Fester-Vale, ignites a spark of interest in the cloistered explosive fumes of my pants. A festival, you say? Not like at Sovereign Hill, where a tonne of money was dumped on a sad and pathetic retelling

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My favourite author of all time is a bloked called Harlan Ellison. Your fuckin' uneducated fault for not knowing who he is. He's doing some interviews with people because there's a movie coming out about him. Knowing Australia we'll get the usual 5 second-crap press release rewrite, about 8 months after the fact - not unlike SBS TV news finding out that Terry Pratchett has dementia last night...

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-29693922743246851912008-03-14T10:30:00.003+11:002008-03-14T11:02:54.831+11:00

Hello Fans,It's been a while, but then again I have been hiding in the cavities of certain diplomats to bring you this fast breaking news story.I must say it's serendipitious (thats the word for covering your lovers rooty bits in Ice Magic and making them stand in the fridge so you can crack their rocks off) to read Dr. Le Skips well deserved skunking of the Begonia debacle. Indeed it's good to

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-40415435740713234682008-03-12T20:28:00.005+11:002008-03-12T21:03:37.509+11:00

OK, so the Van Halen thing didn't quite work out. It was always going to be a short term deal... but speaking of breathing life into a rehabbed body, Lenny was just a little bit chuffed with the news that Ace Frehley was back out and touring again. KISS may well be playing to an audience of broom pushers, waiters and freebie holders at the Grand Pricks, but we'll be holding out for Melbourne

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-74120368774748271692008-03-10T13:02:00.017+11:002008-03-10T17:46:31.745+11:00

Our humble state of Victoria has few rivals when it comes to shit-awful/boring-as-sand festival events, but few of these can better the absolute creamy fly-covered turdness of Ballarat's Begonia Festival. It takes a special kind of journalist to whip interest out of this shallow grave of ratepayers money, and we salute the hardworking womble who chiselled out this particular irony-free zone in

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-10125431634923301232008-03-06T16:18:00.003+11:002008-03-06T16:47:33.114+11:00

I guess if you're feeling shitty you go and listen to shitty blog radio. So I did. Ah, Jeckles. Just one microphone away from climbing the watertower, and I for one salute you. You sounded like you're having a much worse time of it, and that's one thing that always makes someone feeling shit feel better. Remember, we're shittier than you though. We can't even afford to get our audio online yet.

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Speaking as a former +2 charisma (with sword cursed berzerker) dwarf-thief, I would like to say my fondest wishes for Gary Gygax, who has just moved up to the next level carrying a shitload of integrity points. Curiously, it's also the anniversary of the death of Jon Belushi, but who's counting? The important thing is Gazza got a cameo on Futurama. It's the best you could hope for in possibly the

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-20593201168149279362008-03-04T21:03:00.005+11:002008-03-04T21:28:40.307+11:00

Hmm. Found out what happens when you accidentally play a song that turns out should have stayed a secret shame... add 'Buffalo Tom' to the list of songs that shouldn't be played on the Show along with other entries, such as 'any Halen with Hagar' and 'Bruce Springbok'. But i digress. I would like to say that *again* rock and roll has shown its transformative and healing powers - one tiny little

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-84015240442513895032008-03-04T16:45:00.004+11:002008-03-04T17:02:47.440+11:00

I found a theme. No show is complete without a theme. It's like Ballarat without the hamburger cart. Like weekends without the sound of V8s howling up and down Sturt Street. Tonight's theme will involve referring to Van Halen breaking up. Again. Older than the Spice Girls, better looking in spandex, but doomed to the same fate. Or, as these pictures show, a far cry from anything like they used

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-4559845126249674162008-03-04T15:13:00.003+11:002008-03-04T16:28:53.051+11:00

Those of you who are regular listeners to the show, well, you're obviously fucking well lying aren't you? Still seeing as you've no real clue as to the whereabouts nor the actual existence of this blogsight the risk of offending you has passed. In the immortal words of Don Rickles "I kid because I love, however, I kill cos Iknow people". Anyhoo, the original premise as requested by V the S, was

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I've awoken on a grey tuesday in march, thinking what kind of tunes do you play on such a foetal Autumnal date. Of course, I've been indulging in some secret shame music... stuff that Lenny or MickDog would ruthlessly mock (and my poor tongueless self, by default), despite my feeble scrawlings on the VoiceFM-supplied Etch-O-Sketch for the Voice Impaired. I was abused as a child. I can't help why

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-18029876944493063812008-02-27T20:12:00.002+11:002008-02-27T20:36:47.443+11:00

Wow. Fancy a town run by old white guys getting a bunch of old white guys to sit down together and smear foi gras on each other and talk a bout how seriously important they are to the future of us. Pass the buttered goose, I feel a little moochy about climate change. Is it the worst possible decision to be seen hiring a soon-to-be-helping-with-inquiries "colourful business identity" and a Murdoch

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-82135313115204566362008-02-27T19:49:00.004+11:002008-02-27T20:05:45.899+11:00

Woulda put this up yesterday except Len and I found ourselves in the Royal Joke - a fine boozy venue in the suburb called South Central in Ballarat. Yes, hello you old skool rap fans. Bad news. A bunch of whitefolks in Commodores are prowling the streets of South Central and there's nary a cap busted in any asses... poor old Eazy-E's rotisserizing in his grave... but I digress.After a lot of

Vinnie the Skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313658385573684619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-20231992816810422232008-02-26T12:40:00.002+11:002008-02-26T12:45:27.005+11:00

Hello Fans, Look, I don't know whether any of you have heard of this Facebook malarky, but it seems to be bigger than ten speed bicycles and speckledy fruit tingles put together.I used to hop on the Inter-ma-net and receive general "Hellos! from various friends holed up in various bunkers around the World, (receiving various messages from various Gods) and it was all jolly hockey sticks.Now it

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-32796448603658741482008-02-25T14:12:00.000+11:002008-02-25T14:13:04.962+11:00

Hello Fans,I've just been reading Dr Le Skip's latest.Huzzah says I! It's only 9.00am in the morning but I'm already on my third Cognac to celebrate.It is an interesting (if you're interested in that sort of stuff) question about the current crop of musicians.There does seem to be a "You do it for me.." attitude as if the template of rebellion is rather like a check list to be completed before

Mick Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05857617993715413045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387884422129656097.post-56705039118682137992008-02-24T22:04:00.007+11:002008-02-27T20:39:26.553+11:00

This really has occured in the wrong year. It should have been in the year of the "Man Who Drove Too Fast For a Living Dies In Car Accident" and "Man Who Annoys Dangerous Animals For a Living Gets Nailed by Stingray" year.... But, nevertheless - the interwebs give you "Man Who Claims to Have Rooted Every Woman On Planet Earth Captured On Video In Average Sex Display."Gene Simmons. Sex tape. 'Nuff

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