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The Skwib: Gather round the radium fire
This is an illustration of what the future might have looked like, circa 1910: The artist has depicted a genteel scene: Claude and Sophie LaFlippé have invited a few friends over to enjoy their brand new radium fire. (It was to be all the rage in the year 2000, according to the deranged artist, Antoine […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: The Tradition Continues
Karl Wangsness had decided to honor his Norwegian heritage by having his own version of a Viking Funeral. The car was an admirable substitution for a longship, and he was able to fit enough food in there to see him through the journey to Valhalla. He’d also managed to procure a canister of Bovril and […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: The love that dare not speak its name
“Oh Sergei, do you think we’ll ever escape this festering plain, this landscape of ennui and emptiness, so that we can share our love as it was meant to be shared?” “Mmphmh…mghmm…” “What Sergei? I can’t hear you through my containment suit?” “Mgnnnnn! Mgnnnn!” “Oh, I love you too Sergei. Fishheads. We’ll have fishheads! And […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig: Catholic school
Jeremy went to a Catholic school, where Sister Mary Trenchbroom taught Civics and Personal Hygiene.
It’s fair to say it scarred him for life.
Alltop has also destroyed many lives. Originally published November, 2008.
The Skwib: René Magritte: Merchant Banker Masters His Mental Powers at Walton-on-the-Naze
While an art historian will tell you this 1964 painting is called “The Son of Man”, and is meant to be a meditation on what is hidden in the visible world, they are of course, hiding the dreadful truth. Since the early days of the 20th century, Britain’s merchant bankers have controlled the world economy […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: False nostalgia
Summer time is nostalgia time!
Alltop is nostalgic about tomorrow!
The Skwib: Dobby Lives, and he’s Harry Potter’s friend!
You know, I always thought that Dobby was an annoyingly needy elf-turd, but he certainly didn’t deserve to die for it.
Alltop thinks this is vaguely familiar. Originally published in March, 2011.
The Skwib: Glory vs. Effort
Hmm . . . this seems depressingly accurate.
Alltop is all glory, man. You could even say it’s a hole full of it! a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/lunchbreath/5956858216/”>glory v. effort, a photo by lunchbreath on Flickr.
The Skwib: The Labour Party’s response to Margaret Thatcher
Actual footage (was used in this bit.)
Alltop is all actual footage.
The Skwib: There’s a fly in my soup
I’m not sure if this is racist or not, but it’s certainly not PC. Go Spike!
Love Spike’s commitment to the bit at the end!
Alltop is also an equal-opportunity offender.
The Skwib: Weather forecast for the UK
A lot of systems moving to the south in the United Kingdom these days.
Alltop enjoys moving south.
The Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig’s Summer Vacation: Voyage’s End
February 29, 1933, Capipi Bumonsis I sense the voyage is about to come to an end. The customs agents here are strange men. Their beards are not mellow, but wild and full of strife. Oh, for a helping of soup! But there is no rest. The man with the cane spots my imagined tail, and […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig’s Summer Vacation: Freeze the Brass…
April 12, Jungian Analysis Swollen cheeks and brass protuberances strike the crew of the Good Ship Plotkin. It is the worst outbreak of Bugler’s Mouth I’ve seen since the Great War. One by one, the crew is afflicted, and I am left alone to man the ship with “Ahoy Gregor you great walloping pederast.” Alas, […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Click Clunk — you’ll never have a bath again
Alltop doesn’t see no need for bathing.
Continue readingThe Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig’s Summer Vacation: Kiss-meat
SS Plotkin, circa. 1901 I separate the mists of time like the Great Jabber Monkey’s own cosmic speculum. The Fates glare at me as I slowly walk up the gangway: Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. “You cannot avoid your destiny,” Clotho says to me, her sea-cap at a jaunty angle. “No,” Lachesis affirmed. “There is no […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Hitler Sings!
Fifty-one seconds of pure Spike Milligan joy!
Alltop has humor too.
The Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig’s Summer Vacation: The English Disease
Brighton, circa. 2000 This young gent claims that his name is Dennis Travesty. Don at Prancing Fairy College. I call him Coclear Implant. Wonder at his hat. The shoes. And where, do you ask, are the monkeys in this photo? They consumed his artificial eyelashes shortly after it was snapped. And still, I travel… Next […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Slave Leia — a public service announcement by Kaley Cuoco
Thank god somebody is on top of this!
Alltop doesn’t see the problem.
The Skwib: I hate it when I get an attack of the Arrr-Jim-Lads
Surreal enough for you? Spike Milligan was a genius.
Alltop has NO idea what is going on.