The Worship St Irregulars

Our podcast is very much W.I.P and it’ll probably include some M.I.A which will be F.T.W. In the interim, here’s some tracks to keep you going if you’ve got bored of the ol’ playlist on the right hand side. I’m peeved that the following tracks aren’t on project playlist;

- The Pepys - Cheers to Baby Harlem
- Battles - Tendency
- Cat the Dog - I’m a Romantic
- Turbowolf - Bite me Like a Dog
- Dodgy - Staying out for the Summer

They are all tracks I’m loving at the moment, here’s what was on playlist that was cutting my jib.

You may remember sometime ago we mentioned the Angry Nintendo Nerd in our article about the 8-bit invasion and heralded him as the future of video game reviewing. His uber-geek knowledge mixed with his four-letter tirades at any sign of gaming flaws made for the perfect combo. However, it is a very much bittersweet task I must undertake in informing you that he has been surpassed.

Ben “Yathtzee” Croshaw is his name and I’m proud to say that he’s a Brit. He combines an expansive vocabulary with insane gaming knowledge, all delivered in a satire manner that he’s pulled straight from the top drawer. The icing on the cake is that the cartoon graphics that accompany his dry voiceover are pure lulz. I challenge you to watch his review of the latest Grand Theft Auto below without laughing. If you don’t laugh, you’re prolly dead inside, which is OK but you might want to lighten up a bit.

Hello there fine, fine readership of the Worship Street Irregulars. You may have noticed that our posting over the last month has been tardy at best (at worst downright disgraceful). We’ve delivered less post than our neighbours have managed to steal from us in the same period.

Let us not dwell on our shortcomings, as life is simply too short to indulge in such a lengthy endeavour. No, let us turn to the events of the weekend just past and revel in the sheer brilliance of what was the Paradise Gardens Festival held in the abundant greenery of Victoria Park, Hackney. I take my bobble hat off to the councils involved and those who helped to deliver such a breathtakingly enjoyable and feel-good event.

Take my hand and I will recant my experience of the sensory odyssey that was the event.

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So,

an old acquaintance of mine has taken exception to the Irregulars stance on Boris. Which I feel is so unassuredly correct that I shall not waste the effort dispelling his misconceptions. But he also makes allusions to the difficulty of being in a suit for the week, and out with a skateboard on the weekend. A problem I can more than empathise with as I am on a skateboard for a ocuple of the days of the week as well, and, as a scruffy web geek, have little need for the niceties of suits.

Indeed.

But also:

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I found myself at a suitably left-leaning houseparty on Friday night in De Beavoir Town (posh name for Dalston) and watched on in glee as a Boris Johnson effigy was burned. It turned out to be a pinaata rather than an out-and-out effigy but the results were satisfying all the same.

I think this was testement to the simmering sentiments that linger around the East like nerve gas post-BJ day (the day Boris Johnson was elected as London Mayor). If you get a chance on this fine, fine Sunday afternoon, pick up a copy of the Independent for the article on Bozza’s move to surround himself with his family in top positions. If there’s anything worse than having one bumbling toff Johnson loitering around, then it’s having a whole cadre of the floppy-haired morons.

Anyway, I saw the results shown on a map and the penny finally dropped as to why I never leave East London…surely the strongest evidence yet of an autonomous political regime in East London…

I think we cut the rest of London loose, what is the West actually good for apart from being the way to get to the West Country?

Sometimes you read stories in the press like the whole Austrian incest story that broke last week that make you lose a little more faith in human nature. However, after last night’s London Election results, I have very little faith in people left. The one by-product of a fully global media is that we are unable to live blissfully unaware of tragedies, perversities and vagaries that occur around the World. Now since it’s a bank holiday, I don’t want to dwell on the negative, let’s look to the positive and let me share with you a story about, Ayatollah Khomeini, an obscure Welsh punk band and tens of thousands of Welsh people rabidly slapping their own heads like a Right Said Fred appreciation society.

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Well, Boris, aptly described by one of our commenters as a fat, blonde, tory skittle, has won London’s Mayoral election. Excitingly, for ‘downfall of civilisation’ bingo players at least, the BNP gianed a seat on the London Assembly. The Left List, regrettably, didn’t.

I can’t begin to tell you, dear reader, how dissapointing I find this. The man’s is an epic buffoon, and simply not fit to run London. Not fit, indeed, to iron my shirts, so I will be retiring that meme after today, in favour of something rather more strongly worded.

I will be taking the opportunity to burn Boris in effigy this week. I strongly advise you to do the same.