fuck a mac….

16 03 2010

..apple or big, this shitbeats them both.

stolen from http://blog.bjernies.com/

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slice harvester

16 03 2010

possibly one of the best things I’ve ever come across on the internet………….

http://sliceharvester.blogspot.com/

Some dude attempting to eat a slice in every pizza joint in NYC! hes even done grandpas, in inwood which I had the pleasure of eating about 6 times in the space of 10 days

this place was amazing. the pizza probably wasn’t the best in new york, but it shat on any takeout you can get over here. we got 2 calzones, chicken wings, a 40 of sprite and stock margarita for about 6 quid. the pizza is only half the charm tho, Inwood is right at the top of Manhatten, some weird mix of project housing and city workers, jakeys selling hookey dvds and jewellery set out on towels at the side of the cross roads at the edge of the block, hispanic and black kids on the stoop all day, hot 97 coming out of every car and shop. through a youth spent listening to public enemy, wu tang and  nas,  watching kids, goodfellas, the warriors and wildstyle, new york had become a mythical city, every detail is loaded with borrowed memories, connotations from music and films, making something as mundane as buying some scran and getting a oversized bottle of pop from a bodega an unforgettable experience.

http://sliceharvester.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpas-brick-oven-pizza-two-thumbs.html





viking quest; chapter 1

9 11 2009

this is another long overdue post, but back in july me and fortini followed the tour. across france, into switzerland and round the top of italy. theres some photos of what we saw at the college on display that we used as a mascardade for the trip but in reallity whe just wanted some new scran while searching out the mythical euro sasuage.

The country of Europe is superior to the country of Newcastle in many ways, girls are hotter, theres no radgies, it’s perfectly acceptable to sleep in parks or walk into campsites without paying and use their showers. One of the biggest differences is the standard of food. kets and the kind of cheep tat you by at the corner shop are high quality,  service stations sell fresh baguettes and the kind of shit that would be labeled organic or locally produced over here and instantly have the price doubled is the standard for cheep food.

The first discovery on our quest wasn’t in europe but in the bandit country*, an automated chicken paying device.

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Not only does this speed up chicken consumption but this also brings me one step closer to my dream of a utopian future in which the streets are lined with rotisserie chicken vending machines.

The second discovery was again in a service station, only this time in france.  straight off the boat we headed to a dodgy rest area that looked like it had a fair few truckers/murders about it. inside many treats awaited us.

iphone 277“PAUSE VITAMINES” gay comment vitamins ? bag of frenchness

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Caaaandy up, kidnap that fool

while tempted by the vitamin pack, I settled for the litre of chocomilk befor bed time but i needed a little someting something to finish it off. we had to drop a steakout in the diary asle as a french trucker had fallen asleep upright blocking our way to the good shit.

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it was worth the wait, and 2 of the finest euro snacks known to man were revealed to us: the ham cake, and the boiled egg with some mayonaise

iphone 188ham cake

iphone 222egg avec mayonaise, blud

The Italian was particularily fond of these french waffle peices we found in the next service station, as well as the  coeur lion euro cheese wedge, the rolls royce of fromage snacks….

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part 2 of the euro quest will follow shortly……..

 

* bandit country refers to anywhere south of scotch corner





PISS ARTISTS

20 10 2009

Kebabs and art. whats not to like.  send in a photo if you have a kebab shop close to your heart.

tempspace

“Temporary Space – contemporary art project asks your participation! Simple, just take a photo.

Temporaryspace.org is a contemporary art project run by two Finnish artists, Jonna Johansson and Juan Kasari. Tourism, globalisation and consuming as a cultural phenomenon are the main subjects of the project.

At the moment we are doing a big photo installation, which includes several hundreds of pictures of kebab restaurants around the world. We kindly ask you to take a photo (non professional snapshot) of your local kebab place (from outside) and send it to us. All the pictures will be part of the big installation and all the participants will be mentioned on temporaryspace.org website.

Maximum size of photos 5mb.

temporaryspaceproject@gmail.com






Kabul Fried chicken

6 05 2009

More arab money………..

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Someones getting suied

Taken from Time magazine

A KFC to Give the Colonel Indigestion

“The Colonel was a visionary,” Mirwais says. “He was the first to envision fried chicken as a commercial food. I see myself as the Afghan Colonel Sanders.” Indeed, Mirwais’ chicken tastes, at least to the expatriate palate, remarkably similar to its American inspiration — and he’s not disclosing the source of his recipe.”

“Mirwais is not the only Afghan pretender to the Colonel Sanders mantle in Kabul. Another is Jamshed, who uses only one name, and runs one of three rival KFCs. Jamshed’s recipe for success includes more than just a secret combination of herbs and spices. Young men are drawn like flies to the music videos blasting out of his store’s open doors; the slack-jawed patrons watching Shakira, onscreen, writhing while covered alternately in mud, men, and nothing are sampling a bite-size package of Western decadence.

Jamshed spits a bit when he talks — hopefully he cooks in silence. He claims that after being told by the (real) KFC regional HQ in Lahore, Pakistan, that opening a franchise in Kabul would cost him a few hundred thousand dollars, he opted to go the pirate route. He claims to have bought the U.S.-based KFC’s secret fried chicken recipe on the black market for $1,200, although obviously that claim can’t be verified. “You can get anything at the bazaar in Pakistan,” he says. And he filched real KFC iconography off the Internet for his restaurant’s promotional materials and decorations.”





Chicken: Low art, High calorie

20 04 2009

The Creative review. bastion of cutting edge design. surely ill be able to find something worth ripping off to flesh out my pathetic looking work file due to be handed in in less than 2 weeks to mark the end of and decide my higher education. nothing? how about some fried chicken instead?

Chicken:Low art, High calorie

“Graphic designer Siâron Hughes was first drawn to the visual world of fried chicken after a flier was pushed through her door bearing the enticing words “Dunk Your Dipper”. Intrigued, she started documenting and talking to the owners of fried chicken shops all over London and, eventually, in the US.

“At first sight, much of this signage appears the same, but there are differences, subtle as they may be,” she says. This is the real appeal of chicken shop signage.”

What makes her book stand out from other “vernacular type” showcases is her evident interest in the people who run the shops and those involved in producing the graphics for menus, signs and so on. The book is packed with interviews and photographs from the shops, some of which are amusing, others quite touching in their revelation of the sometimes dangerous profession of being a purveyor of fried poultry to the (often drunk) masses.”

if you head over to the CR site theres a excerpt from the book where she interveiws “mr chicken”

“Siâron: Yeah, your nickname is Mr Chicken, which is why I got hold of you. Quite a few different chicken and kebab shop owners referred to you by it!

Morris: (laughing) All of these in your book, I did.

Siâron: In London, how much of the signage would you say you’re responsible for?

Morris: I would say 90% of the logos that’s been used out there now, was originally designed by ourselves. People see them and try to change them around a little bit, and you will see somewhere along the line somebody will have something looking similar to that. It’s not all about the bits and pieces that goes with it, they will automatically try to copy it.”

90%! all city! cop the book





“ME NAME LOUIS AS WELL MON!”

15 04 2009

While the sweeds que out the door to pound wackdonalds this dudes smokin blunts and  selling pastys to drunks.

he didnt have any ting, just “bashment” sauce, three hands and his cutchie.he sits in his shed all night pumping out bounty killa and sizzla to fight off the swedish winds.the grape drink was appealing but there were no chicken and waffles to go with it so I setlled for the ginger ale
unfortunatly me being a baldhead pussieclot, jah is not within and the jamican fire ale wasn’t enough, so i had to reachfor the 7/11 calzone for warmth.
calzone

Go one then, Go on then

swedish 7/11 is amazing, like being transported to america, I dont even remeber what this tasted of but it was hot and sobering, god knows how much this cost.

mystery filing

mystery filling

they also had sweets named after faeces

bare lolz

bare lolz