tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38976861253474123712024-03-13T06:51:27.277-07:00Vulnavia VanityConfessions & creations of an ordinary boy who likes to wear ladies clothes.Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-14944140894883993102011-04-21T12:03:00.000-07:002011-04-21T14:45:10.075-07:00Kinder Joys & Unconventional Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4HSo2xgVmY/TbAVWS1fafI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NAe7N1zl9DA/s1600/child2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4HSo2xgVmY/TbAVWS1fafI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NAe7N1zl9DA/s320/child2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hello cheekies. Beautiful weather here in Devon! And it's been ever so pleasant with mucho family coming to visit & ALL of us siblings in one place! This is an unusual feat, but no doubt a pleasant one. Also all of the sibling kinder gathered together. Oh they are the sweetest things. Five out in the world & one presently in a womb. Some have left now, but at least we have cameras to record these jolly moments. Here below and above are moments of brother kinder meeting sister kinder for the first time:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I'm starting to feel rather broody. Just joking, there's more than enough kinder to go around. Anyway, I am expecting my child in July anyway. What shall we call her you ask? Libby July shall be her name and what a beauty she will be with Andrea for a father & I for a mother. Also marrying Elle, the love of my life in July. It's going to be a pretty hectic month! Expect a lot of happy photos, it shall be rather magnificent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Back to the subject of kinder, I was flicking through my sister's camera to discover these beautiful photos of her dwarves:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCyVtZbAGlg/TbAVw4MaRcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jXBEoK56mQ8/s1600/tree1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCyVtZbAGlg/TbAVw4MaRcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jXBEoK56mQ8/s320/tree1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The days have been so sunny, that I have wanted to do nothing but sit outside and doodle with my beautiful red pen, thus I have created a series of images for you that explore unconventional love & desire. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaM8SgqfKcM/TbAVti44bDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GCYoVQXG160/s1600/love4+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaM8SgqfKcM/TbAVti44bDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GCYoVQXG160/s640/love4+copy.jpg" width="449" /></a></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-40199207191671183422011-04-18T18:51:00.000-07:002011-04-18T19:00:10.702-07:00Life is (going to be) a Cabaret<a href="http://cdn3.iofferphoto.com/img/1145602800/_i/11780102/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 344px;" src="http://cdn3.iofferphoto.com/img/1145602800/_i/11780102/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>I will soon be undertaking my dream role in musical theatre.</div><div>Whatever shall I do with my life living my dreams so early?</div><div><br /></div><div>As I mentioned in my last post, I have made a list & a bet with Delilah that I can complete every task it, all in the name of art on the journey to becoming the Emcee. I wonder if our director would encourage such behaviour? I thought I ought to post it on here and take you with me each step of the way. The prize is a dream date. I quite terribly want to win. Here is the list:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Emcee To-Do List</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. Have a threesome</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. Bulk up (not fat, muscle)</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. Rent a hooker</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. Smoke Opium</div><div style="text-align: left;">5. Drink a prairie oyster with a hangover</div><div style="text-align: left;">6. Don't sleep for days and party (wildly)</div><div style="text-align: left;">7. Have sex (in role)</div><div style="text-align: left;">8. Nom on lady parts</div><div style="text-align: left;">9. Gig more and get more cheeky</div><div style="text-align: left;">10. Become cruel & decadent & forget about love</div><div style="text-align: left;">11. Wear more eyeliner</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Think it sounds realistic? I'm going to try my best. And spam you with photo evidence (when appropriate). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wish me luck!</div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-85082554893425788792011-04-18T17:23:00.000-07:002011-04-18T19:03:16.048-07:00Beautiful Day<div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div>On the road to recovery. Packed away memories in a box and now I feel good.<br /><br /></div><div>The sun has been shining so brightly I thought it was quite imperative to organize a picnic for this afternoon! There were four of us, which was perfect, because I have four little twee glass mugs perfect for picnics. We were a man down, as one of the party an appointment with the dentist again. After a while it begins to become a little unbelievable with such beautiful gnashers, but all's swell. Also another man down, but probably for the best, or else I would have had to put him in my special little box too & he probably wouldn't have fit. It has been pleasant today to chill & forget.<br />It's been a tough couple of weeks, but things are starting to look up. Now I've finished my diary & packed it away I feel like I'm ready to move onto a new chapter in my life.<br />Get ready for my next diary which I shall probably be posting on here! It's set to be quite pleasant. A journey of my ascent into the Emcee's role for Cabaret. I have a very special to-do list to help me get into role. If I tick off each one with photographic evidence, I am being taken on my dream date by my dear friend Delilah. And if I don't I am taking her. I'd better complete it, I can't afford two tickets to Paris.</div><div><br /></div><div>Delilah and I began the morning by baking the most delicious lemon drizzle cakes ever known to man. Ever. I am not exaggerating. Aesthetic perfection. And I have evidence.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fI4tdfZRIJs/TazhV7km_WI/AAAAAAAAADc/oXC2RzP5uHw/s1600/Cake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fI4tdfZRIJs/TazhV7km_WI/AAAAAAAAADc/oXC2RzP5uHw/s400/Cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597096203799428450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>See how they bloom! Despite being very English flowers, they seem quite reminiscent of Hawaii.<br />Had to go on a little floristry mission in my garden (& my absent neighbours, because we are cheeky). When I showed Mamma Vanity the picture her reaction was not:<br /><br />"What beautiful cakes!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Like one would expect any decent person to say, but in fact she asked:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Are those my bloody primroses??"</div><div><br /></div><div>Some people, huh? Yes they are your primroses and they were delicious and there are so many more in our garden.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>They went down a treat and we ate them all along with our cucumber sandwiches and home-made lemonade. Here is the beauty in the process of devouring:</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZlWdVsedDo/TazjfNKEe7I/AAAAAAAAADk/mVk4B0zl3t8/s1600/cakegone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZlWdVsedDo/TazjfNKEe7I/AAAAAAAAADk/mVk4B0zl3t8/s400/cakegone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597098562162031538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div>Think will have to use edible flowers on a cake again, it felt so special and summery.</div><div><br /></div><div>During looking for a drizzle recipe however, we stumbled across some much darker baking ideas...</div><div><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5XRgQimlBk/TazkU8ZDTwI/AAAAAAAAADs/3QhuuTr9rFM/s400/Baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597099485374402306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " /></span></div><div>First of all, a quite morbid way to serve a baby. It's a shame, it's quite cute.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7r2BJN-smc/TazkUz8g-5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OsS0zkn9dmY/s1600/Rimming.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7r2BJN-smc/TazkUz8g-5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OsS0zkn9dmY/s400/Rimming.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597099483107228562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left; ">Secondly and I find much more disturbing, is a lemon drizzle cake by 'Simon Rimmer'.</div><div style="text-align: left; ">I can't handle the description: "Simon Rimmer scores a lemony hat-trick"</div><div style="text-align: left; ">Sounds like vile pornography.</div><div style="text-align: left; ">I would never, ever trust Mr. Rimmer's lemony hat-trick.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Actually, give me a couple of beers and a dental dam and I might consider it.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Anyway, sexual fantasies aside, back to the picnic. Yes.</div><div style="text-align: left; ">We were joined by the beautiful Lady Catherine <a href="http://www.twitter.com/itscatyeah">http://www.twitter.com/itscatyeah</a></div><div style="text-align: left; ">And the fabulous Lab Rat <a href="http://www.twitter.com/TheLabRat07">http://www.twitter.com/TheLabRat07</a></div><div><br /></div>After our picnic spot in the burned down church was occupied by shadows, we decided to go to Buckfastleigh's famous 'Cliff Richard'. It was a beautiful picnic spot and ever so toasty. I was so decadent I ended taking my shirt off , leaving me in my cheeky military shorts. This level of public nakedness is a newfound area of life for Vulnavia. I'm doing well.<div><br /></div><div>We had fun fun fun. Which leads to the climax of this post.</div><div>I'm sure you all know of the viral queen Rebecca Black and her notorious song, Friday?</div><div>Lady Catherine & I have been jamming it out for a while now & this time, the sneaky Rat caught it on camera. Ukulele love. I hope you enjoy it.</div><div>I do apologise it is not in fact Friday whilst I am posting this, but I do know that tomorrow is Tuesday and Wednesday comes afterwards. Ici.</div></div><div><div><br /></div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sfGJ6FoH_uc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Last but not least is a beautiful picture of Delilah that rather entices me & I quite wanted to share it. She is a rare beauty that one & will one day make the perfect housewife, becoming pleasantly plump baking at home and eating cake and then baking more for the husband and then eating it before he arrives home. Unfortunately this will probably never happen as soon she will become a full lesbian, as her new motorbike is called Isis. I will miss her old Le Bod, but I'm sure Isis is beautiful too. Perhaps the lesbian rule can be let slide a little so she can be my wife please?</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuz2JCDQBM8/TaznFSMxHyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6Cq_l4EwP6g/s1600/216848_1966534568369_1393069627_2280782_7687221_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuz2JCDQBM8/TaznFSMxHyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6Cq_l4EwP6g/s400/216848_1966534568369_1393069627_2280782_7687221_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102514885435170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJlrF_juD6E/TaznFeuvwCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HP8BfZkotcQ/s1600/delilah.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJlrF_juD6E/TaznFeuvwCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HP8BfZkotcQ/s400/delilah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102518249177122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-2514187051828323522011-04-16T05:05:00.001-07:002011-04-18T18:43:53.401-07:00Berlin<a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljqrik4uCa1qgqovfo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 314px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljqrik4uCa1qgqovfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 113, 115); line-height: 15px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center; "><u><s><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></s></u></div><div style="text-align: center; "><u><s><span class="Apple-style-span">Why Should I Wake Up?</span></s></u></div><div style="text-align: left; "><s><br /></s></div><div style="text-align: left; "><s><br /></s></div><div style="text-align: left; "><strike><span class="Apple-style-span">Drifting in this euphoric state</span></strike></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">1. Fuck that.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">A euphoric, short burst of the happiness I’ve waited for</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Through a heated purgatory of stolen kisses</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">& lustful bruising.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">He’s left his mark & I am still imprinted</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Deep</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; "><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">2. “We need to talk”</span><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Four words that always leave you with a hole in your heart.<br />Morning didn’t wait.<br />It came early</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><s><br /></s></span></div><p></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i><br /></i></span></span>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-76248633061069232952010-01-30T06:38:00.000-08:002010-01-30T06:57:56.334-08:00Alice in Wonderland: An X-Rated Musical Comedy Soundtrack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S2REYRl-cHI/AAAAAAAAABg/76cRTtWrq0M/s1600-h/Alice_in_Wonderland_x-film.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S2REYRl-cHI/AAAAAAAAABg/76cRTtWrq0M/s400/Alice_in_Wonderland_x-film.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432542234345894002" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S2REYRl-cHI/AAAAAAAAABg/76cRTtWrq0M/s1600-h/Alice_in_Wonderland_x-film.jpg"></a>01. A Whole New World Is Waiting For You</div><div style="text-align: left;">02. Growing Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">03. Following The Rabbit</div><div style="text-align: left;">04. Alice Makes New Friends</div><div style="text-align: left;">05. The Muggies Song</div><div style="text-align: left;">06. Alice Gets a Lickin</div><div style="text-align: left;">07. Alice's New Dress</div><div style="text-align: left;">08. The Muggies Song (Reprise)</div><div style="text-align: left;">09. Alice Talks To Nature</div><div style="text-align: left;">10. Alice Is Invited To A Tea Party</div><div style="text-align: left;">11. Alice Learns You Can't Keep A Good Man Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">12. He Can't Get His Ding-a-Ling Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">13. Nympho Nurses</div><div style="text-align: left;">14. Nympho Nurses (2)</div><div style="text-align: left;">15. Alice Helps Humpty Dumpty Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">16. We Got His Ding-A-Ling Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">17. Tweedledum Is Stuck On Tweedledee</div><div style="text-align: left;">18. Tweedledee & Tweedledum's Song (Long Version)</div><div style="text-align: left;">19. What You Do On A Hot Knight In Wonderland</div><div style="text-align: left;">20. What's A Nice Girl Like You Doin' On A Knight Like This?</div><div style="text-align: left;">21. Meanwhile At The Royal Court</div><div style="text-align: left;">22. Cards Cards Cards</div><div style="text-align: left;">23. The Queen Is Coming</div><div style="text-align: left;">24. Each & Every Moment Of The Day</div><div style="text-align: left;">25. Each & Every Moment (Reprise) - Fun In Wonderland</div><div style="text-align: left;">26. Preparing Alice</div><div style="text-align: left;">27. Alice's Head</div><div style="text-align: left;">28. Alice Escapes</div><div style="text-align: left;">29. Run Alice Run</div><div style="text-align: left;">30. Alice Loses Her Innocence</div><div style="text-align: left;">31. A Whole New World Is Waiting For You (Reprise)</div><div style="text-align: left;">32. Curtain Call</div><div style="text-align: left;">33. Tweedledee & Tweedledum's Song (Short Version)</div><div style="text-align: left;">34. Fun In Wonderland (Alternate)</div><div style="text-align: left;">35. Alice's Head (Alternate)</div><div style="text-align: left;">36. Alice Loses Her Innocence (Alternate</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Link to download:</div><div style="text-align: center;">http://www.mediafire.com/?2zzhjtmnnn2</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The movie is also available to watch for free here:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://carlosbe.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice-in-wonderland-x-rated-musical.html">http://carlosbe.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice-in-wonderland-x-rated-musical.html</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-59512382867695997142010-01-15T03:12:00.000-08:002010-01-15T03:15:22.340-08:00Edward Cullen as SPIDERMAN!? NOO!What next, are they going to get Jacob as MJ? The result:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S1BN650wBvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VIh-ROlk6a8/s1600-h/spidermunn.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426923225331271410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S1BN650wBvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VIh-ROlk6a8/s320/spidermunn.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /><div></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-31442325819973318422010-01-10T08:01:00.000-08:002010-01-10T08:33:35.125-08:00Tubbed by Snumble<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S0n7TbSVG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/viau8UNtYzA/s1600-h/tum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S0n7TbSVG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/viau8UNtYzA/s320/tum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425143537305197474" /></a><br />After two very naughty things (much more serious than minor peccadilloes) I have come to the conclusion Mr. Tumble should no longer be allowed on children's television.<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In a state of shock after discovering his presence at Camp Bestival this year, performing every day, I sent an email of complaint to CBBC, which I shall insert<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> presently:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">I have just discovered browsing the Camp Bestival website that Mr. Tumble will be making a reappearance there this year, every day of it in fact. Last year he put on a mediocre show that I have to say,the children enjoyed thoroughly, so I have no complaints about this. After the show however, my sister and her daughter were in the artist's "chill out" area (as our band was playing and we had the required wristbands)and they saw Mr. Tumble (although now in a leather jacket). Naturally, the child was very excited by this, and showed her enthusiasm. It was very plain that she was overjoyed to see him so close, but it was even plainer to see that Tumble SNUBBED her! I was very shocked by this fact and swiftly changed my impression of the uninspiring clown. As well as this, the child was very upset to find out the human truth, that his cold heart was faking the smile and he has no real love for children. I think it is wise that you tell Mr. "Snubbing" Tumble to learn a lesson and be more friendly to his fans before he makes his way down to Lulworth Castle. Regards, Navia </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;">They haven't replied yet. Watch this space.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'times new roman';">And the second peccadillo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S0n8ObEbT7I/AAAAAAAAABI/S38hkTHca4M/s320/tumb.jpg" /> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So Tumble has been telling all the deaf children that he is "fucking them".</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What a pleasant man. But why is he still on television?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-65160684094124092832010-01-08T10:05:00.000-08:002010-01-08T10:12:42.750-08:00Now That's What We Pump At The Party...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJ2W-ir_lJw&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJ2W-ir_lJw&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; ">We are delighted to announce the online-only, free release of a new album of covers of 1990s chartbusting, dancefloor filling smash hits, arranged for acoustic, electronic, homemade, and toy instruments, by Ergo Phizmiz & The Midnight Florists.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px; "><b>"Now That's What We Pump At The Party"</b></span><br /><br />Following in the footsteps of the reviled, acclaimed, maimed and shamed <a href="http://ergophizmiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/ergo-phizmiz-his-orchestra-plays-aphex.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; ">Ergo Phizmiz & his Orchestra</a> project (also available <a href="http://ergophizmiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/ergo-phizmiz-his-orchestra-plays-aphex.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; ">free</a>), which covered the music of Aphex Twin, the entirety of the second Velvet Underground album, and a selection of 90s & noughties R & B classics for acoustic and toy instrument. This recording, however, moves on from the sound of the Orchestra project, moving into a more band-orientated sound, sounding something similar to strange manic jazz made by psychotic octogenarians on whatever instruments they could find.<br /><br />For anyone with fond or hate-filled memories of such luminaries as C & C Music Factory,Dee Lite, Lou Bega, Culture Beat, or Snap, this album is for you. Hear Ergo & the Florists tear their way through "Rhythm is Dancer" like a party of wild banshees armed with ukuleles and box drums, or crawling across the bar-room Harmonium on an afterparty "Mambo No 5". Help us call "Mr Vain", complete with toy piano and the Monkton-o-phone, or simply put on your dancing shoes and begrudgingly admit that "Groove is in the Heart", which, hearts in the groove, the Midnight Florists plough through, group falsetti circling like vultures atop the corpse of that 'indestructable medium', the CD.<br /><br />This album is the first release by the new musical unit The Midnight Florists. The group, on this release, is comprised of Ergo Phizmiz, The Travelling Mongoose, Monkton Wylde and Vulnavia Vanity, all of whom play all manner of instruments and contribute vocals to the release. Special mention should go to The Travelling Mongoose's newfound skills in very, very high falsetto vocals, at which he is an undisputed master.<br /><br />Download, dance, and tell all your friends .....<br /><br />Here be the link, on the marvellous WFMU Free Music Archive .....<br /><br /><b><a href="http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Ergo_Phizmiz/Now_Thats_What_We_Pump_At_The_Party/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; ">http://freemusicarchive.org/<wbr>music/Ergo_Phizmiz/Now_Thats_<wbr>What_We_Pump_At_The_Party/</a></b></span></span></span></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897686125347412371.post-35445777495058388912010-01-08T09:36:00.001-08:002010-01-08T09:51:43.648-08:00PrologueIn the (altered) words of the Vampire Lestat:<div><br /></div><div>Vulnavia here. You know who I am? Then skip the next few paragraphs. For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be love at first sight.</div><div> Behold; your hero for the duration, a dark haired and deep eyed English male. </div><div> We have souls you and I. We want to know things; we share the same earth, rich and verdant and fraught with perils. We don't - either of us - know what it means to die, no matter what we might say on the contrary. It's a cinch that if we did, I wouldn't be writing and you wouldn't be reading this blog.</div><div>What does matter very much, as we go into this story together, is that I have set myself a task of being a hero in this world. I maintain myself morally complex, spiritually tough, and aesthetically relevant - a being of blazing insight and impact, a guy with things to say to you.</div><div> So if you read this, read it for that reason - that Vulnavia is talking again, that he is frightened, that he is searching desperately for the lesson and for the song and for the raison d'etre, that he wants to understand his own story and he wants you to understand it, and that it is the very best story he has right now to tell.</div><div> If that's not enough, read something else. <img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoYIDV38wU0/S0dweJGAIWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CaHvyn2qCSc/s320/birds.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424427939330531682" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Vulnavia Vanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13064990070811572982noreply@blogger.com0