The walls are melting and people are literally eating each others’ faces. It’s a government-funded advert warning against the dangers of drugs, surely?
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A whole bunch more stories have been added to the archives, including the complete listings for Pickard of the Pops to date.
Sunday afternoons are very handy for this sort of thing.
Sophie is back! Her face is still as beautiful, weird and wide but now the rest of her is so narrow that you fear her eyes might start sticking straight out the sides of her face.
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At 48 seconds into the video the song seems to be beginning. Forty eight seconds! Blimey - if seconds were degrees of pretentiousness and degrees of pretension were Celsius, we’d all be very, very hot right now.
The ball of light draws the eye around the screen and then, with aplomb, explodes. A sudden burst of light, a revelation: three pasty English boys in the nuddy pulling shapes.
Woueooweurlgh. And other noises of mild repulsion.
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