Thursday, July 05, 2007

Spot the Difference



The Matisse Magritte (that's the one on the right) belonged to legendary jazz warbler and jizz gargler George Melly, who died today at the age of 80. Please let it be Dylan's turn next.

13 Comments:

Blogger Jemima's mummy said...

I don't understand the question.

7/05/2007 03:49:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Through the fearsome powers of my piercing intalekt, I have deduced that the feller on the left is NOT a) Matisse, b) George Melly, c) Dylan - though he certainly seems compatible with a jizz gargler. So, who dat ? Another personage I should be thankful not to know ?

7/05/2007 05:13:00 pm  
Blogger boudica of suburbia said...

That's ol' Laurence and you need him in your life. Honest.

7/05/2007 07:14:00 pm  
Blogger Jemima's mummy said...

No, I still can't see any difference at all. Flicked hair, twat where the mouth should be... I don't get it. Humph.

7/05/2007 07:16:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh dear me. I would so kill to be "81st sexiest man on the planet".

7/05/2007 08:30:00 pm  
Blogger Foot Eater said...

Sorry, you want Dylan to own a Matisse next?

7/05/2007 10:52:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's NOT a Matisse anyway, It's a MAGRITTE. Really, it is.

7/06/2007 06:47:00 am  
Blogger hungbunny said...

Quite right, Anonymous. Glad to see someone knows their art from their elbow.

7/06/2007 12:23:00 pm  
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Dylan already died, in the eighties, but he came back from the dead to show us the path of righteousness. And when his son Jesus returns, you shall burn my friend, burn.

7/09/2007 09:58:00 am  
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Oh and, I would pay good money to see Laurence nailed to a wall.

Not nailed in a sexual sense.

Well maybe, I've been watching Rome and I may have been turned.

7/09/2007 02:14:00 pm  
Blogger hungbunny said...

As long as the wall was a fetching shade of magnolia he probably wouldn't mind.

7/09/2007 04:26:00 pm  
Blogger Bock the Robber said...

I'm not sure that's a fucking Matisse OR a Magritte, but what the fuck would I know?

I thought it was a Dali but, like I said, what the fuck would I know about anything.

It's only that, when we were growing up in our little hovel, my mother used to scream at my father when he trudged in from his slaughterhouse job: take off your shoes you surrealist cunt, do you want the neighbours thinking we're pointillistes?

But of course, that was Ireland in the Fifties. It's very different now.

7/13/2007 10:09:00 pm  
Blogger hungbunny said...

Ceci n'est pas un joke.

7/14/2007 08:15:00 pm  

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