Twatwatch Latest Pictures

Jonah has cast his gloomy countenance upon the team and they are all falling over, stubbing their toes, or failing to perform quite as well as hoped....

In the case of the poor taekwando girl, she was blatantly robbed by a stinking piece of hometown judging.

The stench of death that he leaves in his wake is obviously viral.

UPDATE: Unprecedented overturning of taekwando decision. I wonder - did the president of the IOC get on the blower to the president of the Taekwando Assoc, and say something along the lines of "if you want to survive as an Olympic sport, you have 15 minutes to reach the correct decision...."

Last of the Dodgy Album Covers

Let's hear it for the fat girls. Or for men who take pity on them. Or for chaps who can't get a pretty one, have not yet tried the asian-babe route, and end up with a minger.

Heeeeeeeeere's Johnny!



On the bright side, you wouldn't get cold at night and the fridge would be well-stocked.

The Terrible Millie Jackson Album Covers

Nice. But is this as bad as the one where she is photographed, straining, on the khazi, which the Weasel brought to our attention last week?

You be the judge.



At least the bog is clean and she hasn't run out of paper. What is she planning to do with that shoe?

Lunatic Health Fascist Californian Gets Fisking

The Filthy Smoker has written a foul-mouthed rant of the highest order over at The Devil's Kitchen. He fisks a man called Bernard Parks.

This Californian politician halfwit advocates banning smoking anywhere "where there is an expectation that people might be present". That's anywhere, then. If you mean to prohibit smoking completely, articulate the argument, Adolf. Secondhand smoke, regardless of its dilution in the air, is the greatest killer out there, he reckons.

My bet is that some public-spirited American will choose not to shoot himself, but shoot Parks instead.

More of those album covers...

Wrikled Weasel rightly suggested that no religious album anthology was complete without Freddie Gage's legendary album. You gotta love those boots.





And the Handless Organist's heroics are challenged by this plucky trio:





But here's my favourite, as creepy a cover as was ever published. A must-have for "groomers" everywhere.

Bible-Bashers Friday Special

The Tuscan went all religious on us earlier today, probably it being a Friday and eating fish. Perhaps it's a holy festival down Lucca way this week.

So I wanted to share some of my sacred old album covers with you. The Mermaid, if she is still with us, will love this. First up, an attractive young bunch from the mid-west, who I fear might be a bit racy for you:



You want it REAL, man? Try Dexter:



Idle runs a fully inclusive blog. How about this for overcoming adversity and bringing a smile to our faces?



And my personal favourite, those innocent boys of The Ministers Quartet. Never a double-entendre uttered by these god-fearing folk:

Brown, Up to his Neck in Sith

You've got to hand it to Guido. My old workmate smelt a rat earlier than anyone, went at it like a terrier, and has won.