Death to bourgeois restaurant critics!

by Jura Watchmaker, 12 December 2007

And now for some pics and a YouTube.

But first a glib one-liner…

Ein Volk, ein Reich, viele Melodeon.

Old Glory Molly melodeon players at Framlingham, 2005.

Old Glory Molly at The Locks Inn, Geldeston, Winter Solstice 2006.

Old Glory Molly at Whittlesea Straw Bear, January 2007

Jay Rayner – be very, very afraid!

Comments

  1. SP

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 12:31

    1st pic is clearly British Sea Power busking.

  2. Szwagier

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 12:41

    There is, after all, a relationship between morris dancers and nazis. Both groups have a fondness for bizarre uniforms.

  3. hakmao

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 12:54

    Speaking of bourgeois restaurants … did anyone see the smug, self-regarding, clever-clever spectacles wearing foetus known as Heston Blumenthal on their telly-boxes last night during the half-time break in the football?

    The ‘perfect’ risotto it was. He forgot the whale spunk last night, although he did manage to cook and throw away enough chicken to feed an African village, sundry vegetables and other healthy, delicious and fibrous foodstuffs in the course of producing a disgusting puddle finished with horlicks and instant coffee.

    Isn’t it time for the Visigoths now?

  4. Jura Watchmaker

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 13:34

    Bizarre uniforms? How about these Stormtroopers?

  5. dirigible

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 14:04

    Ah, mollies. An authentic product of the complex interplay of historical working class awareness of slavery, piracy and resistance to the enclosure movement. The kind of door-to-door extortion under threat of not-even-symbolic violence that would have Daily Mail readers bleating for trick or treat.

    Failing that, Kiss-faced fenland idiots dressed up like pearly kings & queens twiddling their pins to tweedling tweeness. At least Whittlesey admit they are basically an off-peak Summerisle.

  6. dirigible

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 14:05

    Hak Mao: did anyone see the smug, self-regarding, clever-clever spectacles wearing foetus known as Heston Blumenthal on their telly-boxes last night

    How did he stretch out failing to make a risotto to a full half hour? Which part of “fry the leftover chicken with rice and onions then drown it in water and simmer” didn’t he understand? And why didn’t he just punch the guy with the pureed rice and anchovy paste?

  7. Terry Glavin

    Wednesday 12 December 2007 at 22:44

    Good one.

    Here’s the version of Morris Dancing you’ll find in my neck of the woods:

    [Edited by the Watchmaker to embed video - the more YouTubes embeds the better.]