That would be our old chum judgetwi.. He last visited on September 8th, so not dead yet, but hasn't posted for a whlle despite Ratty's best attempts to winkle him out.
Mrs Baws likes Iceland (the country, not the shop full of fuckwits) and has dragged me there a few times over the years. Like so many other unique and wonderful places, it would be immeasurably better if it wasn't for the awful cunts who live there.
I actually feel a bit sorry for Björk, whose partner for over a decade was an American artist named Matthew Barney. If you ever for a moment thought that Frank's videos were shit then I strongly advise you never to view any of Barney's "Cremaster" cycle - not unless you want to spend seven hours screaming "What the fuck?" over and over and over again before gouging out your own eyes with an ice-cream scoop.
PS I also strongly advise Luke not to do a Google Image search for "cremaster".
It was a real-world cunt, not some contrived bollocks, with genuine anguish woven into its very fibre. It spoke to me in ways that “Yacht” never could.
Definitely one of my all time favourites, right up there with “Getting Toilet Duck on your knob”.
Things could have been so different if we'd finished the job properly in 1815. "Le Weekend" would now be the least of the Académie française's worries.