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Thursday, November 24, 2016

A very French Thanksgiving

In lieu of a proper Thanksgiving with a big Turkey, this year at the office we were treated to a bird of an entirely different feather - actually there were no birds at all, just a cornucopia of French delicacies prepared by our resident French romantic, Jean Marron.

Here's what we had on the menu:

Frogs legs sautéed in garlic butter - Horatio claimed they were nothing special, and tasted like an average toucan.

Petits-fours rechauffés au micro-onde - Jean wanted to add an American touch to the tasting, so we 'nuked' these bad boys.

Museau "D'orsay" - Pig snout is definitely an acquired taste. When Luna saw this dish, she nearly resigned on the spot. We convinced her to stay by agreeing to keep dream journals for a month.

Escargots - Snails. Enough said. Homelessness is never an issue for them, and as Americans we should strive to achieve such autonomy and self-sufficiency.

Cheese plate: Camembert / Brie / Roquefort / Reblochon / Vacherin / Pont Leveque. Icarus was excused upon their presentation as the smells induced a recurring nausea and severe 'mommy issues'. 

Tonton Hubert's famous foie gras - The 'pièce de résistance' according to Jean. This dish elicited the most excitement and consternation from the group. Only a few were brave enough to try it. According to Jean, the master of ceremonies, Hubert imbued each goose liver with a strange and mysterious ingredient. I assume that it's just alcohol, but only time will tell.

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and may you all be like snails in the coming year.

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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Help me Brian May. You're my only hope!

Dear Brian May,

I'd obviously love to be addressing this to Freddy, but he's dead. So it falls to you Brian May, the frizzy-haired guardian of the Queen legacy.

I imagine you may have heard Dumb Prank's new hit Bacon and Eggs?  It goes: bacon and eggs... bacon and eggs... bacon and eggs... It's sometimes referred to as 'the song with really good lyrics'.

I'm sorry to have to tell you that this song was stolen from me by a French arnaquer called Guy DuPuy (or Guy le bastard, as I now call him). He's the short one from Dumb Prank (he looks marginally more ridiculous than the tall one). 

I don't want music royalties or anything, but could you find it in the goodness of your heart to round up some of your musician mates and give Dumb Prank a good kicking?


Rick Astley
Kemp Brothers (Spandau Ballet)
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blows to stomach More comprehensive beating away from eyes of public

I was thinking Eric Clapton could hold GuyDePuy while you or maybe Rick Astely punch him in his fat Camembert belly. Then Tony Hadley from Spandau Ballet could get him in a headlock (careful, this Gallic swine probably bites!) then the Kemp brothers (from the same group) take him outside for a proper going over. It would be perfect justice dolled out from the hands of the greatest musicians in my record collection. Do you think you could make it happen?        

Failing that, how about a music collaboration? I'm pretty sure together we could come up with something that would blow Bacon and Eggs out of the water. I'm actually working on a new song, it's called - Scones and Jam. The public have had it with breakfast inspired songs - afternoon tea is definitely where things are going.

Anyway, I know you're busy protecting badgers and your astronomy takes up a lot of time. But do not hesitate to post some sort of coded message on your official website, Brian May, after you have given Guy DuPuy the duffing up of his smelly life.

Thanks in advance.

Much love,

Edward Moon
(uncredited author of international hit, Bacon and Eggs)


Thursday, September 29, 2016

Observations on the Moon family from Earth.




There's an expression in English: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm not sure of its origins - certainly Anglo-Saxons are fond of agrarian metaphors, as well as those concerning fruit. In any case, the expression means that a child often grows up to resemble their parent, particularly their father.

Fathers and sons. Progeny and progeniture. Genetically, emotionally and spiritually bonded, except it seems in the case of the Moons.

In fact,  I've rarely seen an apple fall farther from a tree than in the case of Stephen and Edward Moon. Maybe once - that time I visited a farm during a tornado, but that was a different.

Stephen Moon seems to be a man's man. Rugged, stoic, paranoid and libertarian. He has a healthy fear of the government, as well as a healthy respect for privacy. He uses moose to circumambulate. He kills wolves via drone strikes.

Edward, by contrast, is a gawky, pale teen in search of meaning. His forays to the coffee machine and the photocopier have taught him nothing about the real world. His continued attempts to connect with a patriarchal figure via the music of his time - rock and roll, seem fruitless.

Which brings us back to fruit. We've come full-circle. While Stephen Moon seems to be as American as apple pie in his violence, self-sufficiency and thirst for gold, he also seems a bit bananas. The younger Moon, Edward, well, let's just say there's no comparing the two - They're apples and oranges.

What did you think of the pair?

Bruno

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Confession Time




Susan Bliss is my lover 
She's just a girl that says that I am the one
   But this dork definitely is NOT my son.


I hope this picture and music illustrates the situation as of this weekend's episode. Feel free to tell me about your children in the comments!



Thursday, July 28, 2016

My so called dad

I have to admit, I was mildly surprised to find out that Bruno was my father. He doesn't look like me, and I've never once got the impression that hard rock oozes from his trousers. Never seen him wield an axe or write a hit song.

Truth be told, Bruno only made number 5 on my 'Who I would want my dad to be if it wasn't Kevin Moon, geography teacher from Leeds' in my personal journal.

Let's have a look a number 1-4.

1. Freddy Mercury

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A unique voice that vibrated in ways that science is only now beginning to understand. Turned women weak at the knees. Can't believe he didn't sire more children.

2. James Bond

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I'm allowing myself one entry that is a fictional character (or is he?). I'm thinking the looks of Pierce Brosnan with the chest hair of Sean Connery. Knowing my luck I'd probably end up with the acting skills of Roger Moore and the popularity of George Lazenby.

3. Brian May.

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I had to include a member of Queen that wasn't Freddy Mercury, if not they'd get jealous. I'd happily inherit his wonderful long curly hair though.

4. Mick Jagger

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Let's face it, I could well be his son the way old snake hips has put it about over the years. I actually hate his music, but I admire him as a businessman - he's made a ton of money of the years. I'm sure, unlike Kevin 'tight arse' Moon, he would have bought me a BMX bike for my 9th birthday and I wouldn't have ended up as such a journal-writing nutcase with compulsive disorders! LOL!

Anyway, please share your Top 4 (anything, I'm not fussy).

Until next time, have a fabulous Funky Friday!

Edward


Thursday, June 23, 2016

Q + A with Susan Bliss


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I thought Susie handled her Q & A session with aplomb, though I admit I was wounded when she mentioned that she systematically deletes my e-mails. I mean a lot of those e-mails feature cute kitten pictures and forwarded chain mails. It's not only unsolicited nudes.

Personally I would have prefered T & A with Susan Bliss, but hey, I'm just a mysogynistic jerk that's less evolved than a caveman, or so my dentist keeps telling me.

I think Bruno did a great job too emceeing the whole event, especially when he had to pronounce all those difficult user names, but I can't help but wonder what kind of questions would be asked of me.

What would you ask me, Gymglish users? What would you ask any of us? My life is an open book... or maybe a comic book. Your turn to get inside my head, and possibly inside my pants. Fire away!


Thursday, May 26, 2016

Social media is real life, kids

Hi world,

I've just had a look at the new social media profiles, they're AMAZING! I want to befriend these Delavigne managers immediately. I thought we were friends already, but now I know only social media can bring real friendship.

Who knew that my colleagues could be so attractive and distinguished? I mean, I have lunch with them every day and I just can't see past Icarus's ticks, Susan's spots or Philip's belching. Thanks social media, you really know how to portray people in their truest light!

I just hope they get the validation they need by racking up those likes, views, followers, thumbs-up and contacts on LockedIn. That's what truly matters!



Have a great weekend online, and don't forget to 'Like' me, my page is below!

Brian Jones
https://www.facebook.com/brianasjones