Well, just back at marsbase after a brief 2 day furlough with Commander Woods and Blu the Wonderdog. Taking full advantage of mrs moonbase abscence, we indulged a weekend of adolescent debauchery - gettin up late, eating junk food, loud music and trashy videos! In between the Nutella sarnies and cheap lager, Pink Fairies and Lou Reed, we squeezed in a car boot sale, a mess with some vintage toys, a skyped conflab with our radio mentor and the goriest horror flick ever made, by none other than the LOTR himself, Peter Jackson!
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The Nice Dome - soon to be repurposed as a Moonbase! |
Car boot yielded Woodstocks largest haul of vintage vhs ever and netted me a couple of diecast, a plastic dome and a Joy Division biography!
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The Mighty Wotan - Protector of Canine Sensibilities, stands guard over Blu |
Before leaving Yorkshire on a pikelet fuelled tour of the rail network, we sat through posssibly the worst sci fi film and Alien ripoff weve ever seen - Inseminoid! In Pontefract no-one could hear us scream! Probably made with the directors sons dinner money, starring the luscious Stephanie Beacham and most of the contents of Wickes discount section, it was the single most tedious film we have both sat through and this after watching Equinox, Braindead and Its Alive 3!
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Blu shudders in terror after the couch dampening experience of Inseminoid! |
Nice dome!
ReplyDeleteLove your blog. A little jealous of your collection. Just recently began to try to regain some of the cool toys I had as a kid, and luckily for me the wife doesn't complain too much and indulges me. Say this on IO9 (http://io9.com/5985238/the-incredible-1950s-space-movie-that-no-one-saw?tag=secret-history), and thought you might enjoy ir.
ReplyDeleteDave - glad you enjoy the blog, we certainly enjoy writing it! That io9 article is brilliant, ill have to look into Dollens work more closely.
ReplyDeleteNice to have you on board Dave. Happy to post your toy photo's and words here on Moonbase Central if you ever want to.
ReplyDeleteGot to love dogs that will watch horror films, my late-lamented English setter Piper would sit through most of my screenings until one film in particular.
ReplyDeleteWe were watching John Carpenter's The Thing, the movie was at the point where the one infected character was killed at a desk, his head tilts back and proceeds to detach into that memorable spider-ish critter that scuttles away.
Many dog that piper was, he looks at the screen, looks at me, looks at the screen, looks at me and his expression could only be translated to say 'What kind of woofed-up stuff are you watching ?' , hops off the sofa and goes to curl up on his nearby dog bed.