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Cocky Cows

Robert sipped on his coffee, savouring its rich taste and aroma. After taking a satisfying sip, he turned to his companion. "Cock cock cock," the tall, pale man said. "Cock cock cock cock cock cock."

Robert's companion, Ah Tan was not impressed by his speech. The acne-ravaged man was visibly flustered as he said, "Cock! Cock cock cock!"

Robert was prepared with a counter-argument. "Cock... Cock cock cock! Cock?"

"Cock cock; cock cock. Cock - cock cock!" Ah Tan replied. His muscular frame had since relaxed at Robert's earlier comment. "Cock cock," he added.

The two men were seated on a couch in a house that was not theirs. How they came to be there was a long story involving being bored on a Monday afternoon, a crowbar and lots and lots of marijuana.

"Cock, cock," Robert conceded to Ah Tan's exposition.

"Mooooo!" came a voice from outside. The two men jumped - they had not expected the house's tenants to be back so early. Robert peeked outside a window, and sure enough, he could see three cows walking towards the house.

"Mooo!"

Robert and Ah Tan bolted out the back door, neglecting the unfinished coffee they had left behind. They ran until their legs protested in pain, which was a good 5 metres away.

As they walked further and further away from the house, they passed by Samad, a mutual friend of theirs.

"You all look like you've been running for metres! What happened?" the concerned Samad inquired.

Ah Tan took a while before controlling his panting enough to be coherent. Finally, he said:

"We talk cock until the cows come home sial!!"

Miss of the Century?

They probably haven't seen Mus in action.

Bomb meletup

Since this blog almost dah nak mati, i'm just gonna post something ah. This song is stuck in my head ah. Didn't know this guy was this good.

Glasvegas

Contrary to popular (or really, really assumptive) belief, Glasvegas is not from Las Vegas. Nor are they made of glass. They are, in fact, a trio of people (not glass) from Glasgow (not Glasvegas). And together, with a whole bunch of music instruments between them, they form an alternative band described as 'too good to be true' by American essayist and music critic Robert Christgau. Someone should tell Robert to relek ah bro, muka maintain, but his opinions are really not far from the truth.

Fronted by James Allan (former Scottish footballer who played for Queen's Park) and affronted by the travails of the British suburbs, Glasvegas plays the best tunes to come out from the Land of Lochs since Travis.

I leave you with two examples of Allan's genius: Flowers And Football Tops, and Geraldine. Both very emotive, both very Brit and both very good.

Flowers & Football Tops


Geraldine