My favourite Ska track ever. Shame the video isn't particularly inspiring but just sit back and imagine yourself on that train to Rainbow City (making sure you are very careful when passing Prince Buster's house).
Because you deserve it, and because I'm not just about idiocy, here's a track, Valerie, from a band called Broadcast, influenced quite heavily by a Czech movie called Valerie and her Week of Wonders. I haven't seen it yet but I intend to. I believe it to be an Eastern European Wicker Man type thing. Surely that's a good thing for it to be.
To ease the chasms of time leading up to the new Star Trek film I thought I would give Exotic Trousers readers the opportunity to listen to an audio version of a lost classic Trek episode.
Star Trek: The Angriness of Rojay is a play I wrote some years back and forced some of my mates to act in. I use the word "act" loosely. And wrongly. I myself play Dr Mcoy, Uhura (cough), High Priest Pee-Niss, Rojay and the Klingon that sounds a bit like Mr Kipling (and Dr McCoy). Some of the loosest acting comes from me.
The script was written to the same style and quality as the toons posted here on Exotic Trousers... I'm afraid. Please expect jokes worth an entire agricultural economy's worth of corn. Especially one for which I am truly sorry.
To celebrate the return of Doctor Who this Saturday (5 April 6:20pm BBC1) here's something that everyone should see and hear...
On an unrelated note, fulfilling an ambition I wasn't aware I had, I was contacted by a real life superhero last week. The Geist, a superhero who walks the mean streets of Minnesota emailled me to complain about Rob's earlier article (Rob's, not mine. I must assume supervision and detective skills aren't part of the Geist's crimefighting arsenal).
I am tempted to become his enemy in a Jonah Jameson kind of way but he (the Geist) does good work with the homeless so I won't. I will however go into greater detail about this later in the week.
Here are some of the most evil beings in the universe dancing with some daleks...
The dancers are actually the Kent Korkers & Pork Scratchin's troupe, who are friends of mine. Sadly they were all exterminated shortly after when a frisky caper was misinterpreted as an attack formation.
There is a reason why superheroes will never exist, and it's not just because being bitten by a radioactive spider or struck by lightning while mixing chemicals will generally cause you to badly die. It is because superheroes in real life look like steaming twatmongers. To prove this I shall show you pictures of superheroes from the comics and then photos from the "reality" of a recent comics convention in the the USA of America. Then I leave it up to you to decide whether to be in awe of their godlike presence. Or not.