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Barney Army wrote: I've been thinking about the scalability of mammals.
For instance, if you scaled down a whale to the size of a peanut would it still work?
And if you had a meer cat the size of, say, the Empire State Building (stood up obviously) how strong would it be. How far could it throw a Ford Focus 1.6LX ?
Anyone? Rocket?
A meer cat would only throw a FORD KA!And the only big pussy in NEW YORK would be a visiting SERBIAN having a whale of a time eating NUTS!
Barney Army wrote:
Steve Campbell wrote:
Barney Army wrote: I've been thinking about the scalability of mammals.
For instance, if you scaled down a whale to the size of a peanut would it still work?
And if you had a meer cat the size of, say, the Empire State Building (stood up obviously) how strong would it be. How far could it throw a Ford Focus 1.6LX ?
Anyone? Rocket?
Doesn't work, read an article on just this subject once. All the stresses and loads go wrong. a 15 foor bloke for instance would shatter his legs the moment he stodd up.
phew. I will sleep better now.
this is true. the world's tallest man, a gent by the name of robert wadlow, had to wear braces on his legs because his height made him so unstable. he eventually died of an infection caused by one of the braces. i believe he was only 23 or so.
i do wonder about the whale, though. there are squids of all sizes, so why not whales of all sizes?
In a UTR interview (Issue 13, title: Free State Declared - if this rings any bells) from late 94 or 95 (?), the Sisters are referred to as "legendary techno rock gods", while many Goths consider the Sisters to be one of the original bands of the Gothic rock movement, and on the phone you referred to the Sisters as that "Northern pop band"? How should people think of the Sisters? Should they classify them at all? How fabulous that you should be aware of pop's finest organ. No, people, I refer to the late-lamented 'Underneath The Rock', house magazine of Leeds' deepest and widest thinmen.
I'm not interested in what g***s think. I gather Mick Mercer keeps revising his Book Of G*** to include ever-more-ascerbic comments about us because we still refuse to talk to him. Go figure.
I recently declined the opportunity to do guest vocals on a single for somebody (who shall remain nameless) because the lyrics were appalling - and very silly. I thought "If I sang that rubbish, people would accuse me of being a g***!". (The artist who shall remain nameless was not, of course, accused of any such thing.) Turns out the lyrics had been written for her by David Dorrell, a prime originator of the "Sisters are g*** and therefore crap" smear. There's a nice irony for you. Pot calling kettle black, I'd say - except that we're a stainless-steel kettle and very shiny. He remains a dimwit, and he's scraping a living writing crappy g*** lyrics for mainstream pop artists. Better than the fat professional-retard who now does the annoying adverts for washing powder, I suppose, or the fat professional-retard who went off to write for the Sun. They didn't like us either. British music journalists never die, they waddle off to reveal their agenda for a derelict spiv nation in a media half-life more grotesque than anything I've ever been accused of.
The Sisters are occupied by politics and philosophy but we lack a spiritual agenda. Apart from the fact that we're not very spiritually-minded and only ever use the idioms ironically (when we use them at all), it's disappointing that so many people have in all seriousness adopted just one of our many one-week-of-stupid-clothes benders, just like it's currently disappointing that the rest of the nation is in all seriousness wearing those crappy seventies clothes that we wore for a week in '84 because we'd taken enough medication to find it funny. Well, okay, we wore crappy seventies shirts for more than a week, but that's because we kept taking the medication. And it really was funny.
Anyway, I'm constantly confronted by representatives of popular culture who are far more g*** than we, yet I have only to wear black socks to be stigmatised as the demon overlord. Luckily, this is a particularly British misconception, so we don't usually have to deal with it much. Mainland journalists very rarely ask questions like the one above, and then only in reference to British media practices...
People should think of the Sisters with awe. They should think of the Sisters with a savage smile in the higher cortex, and a certain moistness in the lower gusset. Thank you.
Christopher Owens wrote: In a UTR interview (Issue 13, title: Free State Declared - if this rings any bells) from late 94 or 95 (?), the Sisters are referred to as "legendary techno rock gods", while many Goths consider the Sisters to be one of the original bands of the Gothic rock movement, and on the phone you referred to the Sisters as that "Northern pop band"? How should people think of the Sisters? Should they classify them at all? How fabulous that you should be aware of pop's finest organ. No, people, I refer to the late-lamented 'Underneath The Rock', house magazine of Leeds' deepest and widest thinmen.
I'm not interested in what g***s think. I gather Mick Mercer keeps revising his Book Of G*** to include ever-more-ascerbic comments about us because we still refuse to talk to him. Go figure.
I recently declined the opportunity to do guest vocals on a single for somebody (who shall remain nameless) because the lyrics were appalling - and very silly. I thought "If I sang that rubbish, people would accuse me of being a g***!". (The artist who shall remain nameless was not, of course, accused of any such thing.) Turns out the lyrics had been written for her by David Dorrell, a prime originator of the "Sisters are g*** and therefore crap" smear. There's a nice irony for you. Pot calling kettle black, I'd say - except that we're a stainless-steel kettle and very shiny. He remains a dimwit, and he's scraping a living writing crappy g*** lyrics for mainstream pop artists. Better than the fat professional-retard who now does the annoying adverts for washing powder, I suppose, or the fat professional-retard who went off to write for the Sun. They didn't like us either. British music journalists never die, they waddle off to reveal their agenda for a derelict spiv nation in a media half-life more grotesque than anything I've ever been accused of.
The Sisters are occupied by politics and philosophy but we lack a spiritual agenda. Apart from the fact that we're not very spiritually-minded and only ever use the idioms ironically (when we use them at all), it's disappointing that so many people have in all seriousness adopted just one of our many one-week-of-stupid-clothes benders, just like it's currently disappointing that the rest of the nation is in all seriousness wearing those crappy seventies clothes that we wore for a week in '84 because we'd taken enough medication to find it funny. Well, okay, we wore crappy seventies shirts for more than a week, but that's because we kept taking the medication. And it really was funny.
Anyway, I'm constantly confronted by representatives of popular culture who are far more g*** than we, yet I have only to wear black socks to be stigmatised as the demon overlord. Luckily, this is a particularly British misconception, so we don't usually have to deal with it much. Mainland journalists very rarely ask questions like the one above, and then only in reference to British media practices...
People should think of the Sisters with awe. They should think of the Sisters with a savage smile in the higher cortex, and a certain moistness in the lower gusset. Thank you.
What the fuck is that? I don't even have to read it to know it's bollocks! Nothing that long could be anything else!
BIGINOIL wrote: What the fuck is that? I don't even have to read it to know it's bollocks! Nothing that long could be anything else!
It's part of an interview with the legendary Andrew Eldritch.
When I was a kid I thought I would keep growing like Robert Wadlow. I stopped at 6'3", which is far too tall to be drunk in that stupid little pub behind the Apollo. I still have a large cut on my head from the impact.
BIGINOIL wrote: Which part of my face looks bothered to you?
the part with the nose and the eyes and the mouth and all that.
AgentWood wrote:
BIGINOIL wrote: Which part of my face looks bothered to you?
the part with the nose and the eyes and the mouth and all that.
That's the bit that looks drunk.
BIGINOIL wrote:
AgentWood wrote:
BIGINOIL wrote: Which part of my face looks bothered to you?
the part with the nose and the eyes and the mouth and all that.
That's the bit that looks drunk.
drunkenly bothered.
Christopher Owens wrote: He's basically saying he's not a goth.
Speaking of bothered..Who gives a rat's arse if he is Pink Goth gay cheese on toast, or not?
Boatraceface wrote:
Speaking of bothered..Who gives a rat's arse if he is Pink Goth gay cheese on toast, or not?
Eldritch clearly does.
Johnny wrote: The master of talking bollocks
I seriously hope he's OK and gets a gig somewhere. the sketch about "we have repelled the evil americans, the desert is littered with their dead and the wrecks of their tanks, Iraq is victorious" while the M1 rolls though shot and a blackhawk is clearly audible, is probably the single fnuniest routine since the dead parrot.
So we're still talking bollox then? No worries "in the beginning God Created the heavens and the earth......"
"can you wait my plane will be arriving shortly right there at the gate I pray that you'll be waiting right there for me" etc
I remember when we had PROPER threads and just TALKED BOLLOCKS anyway.Now we have ACTUAL Talk Bollocks threads.How very PC! 
HUNTSMAN and PATRICK remembered..........
Rocket Mick wrote: I remember when we had PROPER threads and just TALKED BOLLOCKS anyway.Now we have ACTUAL Talk Bollocks threads.How very PC!
talk bollocks. :D
