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Subject: Epilogue - Managing Guest Count
(Posted on Mar 16, 2014 at 02:11PM ) Tags:
Planning a wedding, and feeling a bit overwhelmed with how to manage and cut down your guest count? Maybe you are also struggling with risking to offend some by not inviting them? 

There are lots of reasons folks want a smaller wedding, whether it is because you want a small intimate affair, have budgetary restrictions, or your significant other wants really big, when you want really small. There is always a way around this, and still be able to safely say you invited everyone fair and square, so they can’t bitch about it later on behind your back to others if not straight  to your face.

You can listen to people like these professionals / experts here and try to suss it out that way.
 


Or you can listen to some single guy who has been to select weddings all around the world for a few decades and take some knowledge straight from the trenches.

Applying my four simple rules will help to solve anybody's wedding guest list quandary. 

1. Make the wedding far away and difficult to get to.
2. Announce it on very short notice (e.g., next week).
3. Have it midweek and during the school year.
4. Make it expensive to get to.

Let’s look at the four of these gems one by one for added insight. You can choose to use these solo or in various combinations, depending on the effect you and your partner desire for your big day so you can share it confidently and happily with all your family and friends.

On this first rule, that alone can keep many away, if they don’t want to make the effort to get there. The further away you make it, the more will fall off the back end of the wedding wagon. Take the "difficult" part and even push it to say "dangerous" and you will be really rocking the guest count cutback. Dangerous need not be in some war zone,  place of conflict, or lawless land with kidnapping and other crime possibilites, but it could be for reasons of disease/health risks or hazardous flora/fauna depending on your location. “Difficult” can also be tied to logistics and planning, for things like visas, vaccinations, and if you plan a destination that requires multiple hops and modes of transport to sort out, that is an added bonus for keeping ‘em away.

The second rule is a great one too, as the less amount of time you give folks to react and plan, then you have a way better chance of less participation. This one can all by itself can accomplish a whole lot.

Rule number 3 is great for knocking your friends with kids out of the box, if they don’t want to pull them out of school, and/or can’t find someone like family or a babysitter to take care of them. A lot of couples fret over the invitation list to include kids or not to include kids, because, depending on what life stage you are at, and your friends, the kid factor can really mushroom the final count overall. No worries there.  With this third rule in the mix, they need to make the decision to go without them, or bring them along. Midweek is also great, because now you are essentially forcing your guests to generally take more time off work too. Do they really want to blow a bunch of their limited vacation days to hit your wedding, especially if it ain’t in some garden spot of the world? You know it!

Then, if you still really think too many folks may squeak in, pulling the financial stakes up a notch or two, above and beyond what rule number 1 played to, then you can get rid of a few more clingers on.  The money you save in fewer guests can now be put to your own travel, accommodation and honeymoon budget. It is win win all around, amigo.

So, okay, enough for theory. How does one actually go and put this into practice in the real world?  School time is over, kids. Here’s the real deal for your benefit that I crafted.

All four elements are put into play, and I put in a few extra tweaks as well, by using e-mail only, playing up the family-friendly angle, and putting some kool food options front and center to help knock off some of those pain-in-the-ass fussy eaters. This will guarantee the final guest count is right where you want it to be and no one will feel slighted whatsoever that they didn't get the big welcome to come out.

-----Original Message-----
From: Bob Boguslavski & Ginger Akin
Sent: Nonday, Remember 13, 2019 37:98 AM
Subject: We’re Getting Married!

Hi there.

Just thought we’d let you know that we’re getting married. And you are invited!

Sorry for this short-notice, e-mail-only invite, but we just decided today, about 20 minutes ago actually. Hopefully it doesn’t bounce or get trapped in your spam filter.

Thursday next week—in Bumblefuck, Bongobongostan. Be there. No visa required if you are from neighboring countries.

First, long haul to Baklaliviatatlaglooshen City, the capital (GMT +7). Next, regional jet to Batorrorheet Island (90-minute flight). Last air leg is a short float-plane puddle-jumper charter to Lower Uotarrorheet (25 minutes), which will bring you to the mouth of the Billabbillabbiloxi River. You are almost there!

A short 1-hour dugout canoe ride follows, but beware the piranhas and water moccasins. You have arrived at the portage point. Machetes will be on hand as necessary. Greenery grows quick and thick around these parts! Last (we promise), a brisk 1.28-mile jaunt inland over semi-rugged rolling jungle terrain with your bags, and you will have arrived to share in our joyous day in paradise.

Since the military junta’s coup last summer, any holdups in-country at checkpoints and impromptu shakedowns along the way can usually be quickly resolved by discretely slipping the odd 50 nuevo bakhfir note as baksheesh for safe passage.

Don’t forget all precautionary yellow fever, hepatitis A/B, human papillomavirus (HPV), tetanus/diphtheria (Td), and meningococcal vaccines, and bring along malaria tablets. We will have ample supplies of antivenom for the local elapid varieties and fabled wandering recluse spiders should they invade your hut.

We are definitely a family-friendly wedding and welcome your bringing along your loved ones. We will have arrangements with the local witch doctor to care for younger children during the pagan celebration and after-dark offering. There is adequate complimentary mosquito netting at night, but not to worry unduly as the plasmodium falciparum type of malaria is not too prevalent here.

In the interest of planning, kindly select your main course in advance:
- BBQ moray eel in blood reduction
- Whole roasted giant scorpion vindaloo
- Filet of free range Chtorran gastropede

We are happy to make accommodations for vegetarians, given the plethora of locally available fresh produce, including red kudzu.

We look forward to seeing you all and sharing the moment with us.

With lots of love,

Ginger & Bob
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Sent from our new and improved CrackBerry Intergalactic Kommunikator / Time Warp Teleportal / Holographic Orgasmatron / Illuvian Disruptor Death Ray


Now that is a wedding invitation! If you are really good with this (and lucky), it will keep your future mother-in-law away too.

You should be now easily capable of crafting your own strategy here. No need to thank me by the way, but in the end, you will still need to make your food selection for the evening’s dinner. Thanks to David Gerrold for the food inspiration. As the groom in the above, I’d probably go for the gastropede with some red kudzu on the side.




Subject: Amman #52 - Knowing your telly
(Posted on Mar 9, 2014 at 04:28PM ) Tags:
Digging a little deeper on a silly passage for shits and giggles, and what was meant here one night in Amman back in August 2000.

I hopped off the bed where I’d been watching the telly for a little local flavor and to get a quick peek at the news. Telly here was not to be confused with Telly Monster or Savalas, unless you were watching Sesame Street or Kojak. Then it would have been "Telly on the telly,without consideration for either the U.S. awards or U.K. Addicts varieties in that telly mix.

Just what the hell was Bob blathering on about with all that crap? Let's break them puppies down one by one. 

1) Telly = Brit slang for TV / television, pretty straightforward on this one.

2) Telly Monster from Sesame Street, the long-running children's TV show. 


3) Aristotelis “Telly” Savalas of Kojak TV series fame that ran from 1973 - 1978. 


4) Telly Awards (US) - "Honors the very best film & video productions, groundbreaking online video content and outstanding local, regional, & cable TV commercials   and programs" per their website.


5) Telly Addicts (UK) – This was a TV trivia game show and needing to know your stuff. It ran there from 1985 - 1998. 


And then as an added bonus at the end of it all, and keeping with the British angle on the last telly, let’s not forget about Roger Mellie, The Man on the Telly, the killer strip/series character from that stronghold of UK funnydom at Viz. Here's a little sketch entitled Challenge Roger with our main man in fine form from the animated TV series adapation.


Note I couldn’t mention the Indian Telly Awards, cuz they only started in 2001, and the Amman wedding dates to 2000, unless I wanted to time travel or sumpin’ in the book. Perhaps Roger sums it up best with this reply to Kojak’s trademark line.


At the end of the day, this nonsense is all tied to the telly, and as Roger himself would throw out there with his catchphrase: "Hello, good evening, and bollocks!"


Subject: Singapore #77 - Tightly knotted ties
(Posted on Mar 5, 2014 at 05:33PM ) Tags:
What is it about Singapore (SIN) and a reference to a tie feeling a little tight?

The original mention comes from the (in)famous autumn 1993 piece by William Gibson in Wired Magazine [1.04], entitled "Disneyland with the Death Penalty."

He ends his review of the place and trip there with…“I loosened my tie, clearing Singapore airspace.”

Happy to be out of there, on his way to Hong Kong, he was, at the time, feeling perhaps a bit like these two cats.


Paying homage to the close of Gibson’s piece, this Singapore-set wedding chapter in my book signs off with the nod "My tightly knotted tie felt loose."

My own first SIN trip was three years before Gibson’s, and not that his viewpoint wasn’t valid, (although some criticized it), but I still had a good enough time there in September 1990, even when I was not some typical "shopper on steroids" tourist. Maybe that was because I was living and working in India at the time, but that's a story for another day.

Despite any restrictions and curtailed personal freedoms in that Asian city state, when you are hanging out at a wedding with other single guys like Edward Pickett and Edwin M. Terry, aka Dr. LoveSexy, you can still have a lot of fun there (or pretty much anywhere on the planet for that matter with those two). If Gibson had been in tow with our trio that September 2004 day and through the evening into the wee hours, he may have come away with a somewhat softened opinion. Otherwise, he may have found SIN a tad more interesting back in the heyday of Bugis Street and when it was an international “spot” to hit until the early 80s. It sure seems like the place really knew how to play and get its groove on back then. 

Wedding Chronicles might eventually be banned in Singapore (if not for this particular chapter, then for some other goings on throughout the book), if word gets out, giving it an air of some infamy and added Singaporean street-cred and edge. If so, it would be in good company with Wired Magazine (at the time after Gibson's piece) and local punk rock outfit The Boredphucks (for being cast a little too far out from the normal Singapore mold) and their album Banned in da Singapura.


I still like the place, for a few days at a time anyway, and the food's great, so that is always a good start, at least for me. A few expat friends have lived there, liked it, and I still have some there to this day. But I can see how it may not be for everybody, especially if you are a creative type wanting to push the boundaries of your craft, lifestyle and/or general cultural environment. This short Techinasia piece with Steven Wozniak touches on the general aspect of creativitah there, 

Then again, this whole very recent YouTube spin (embedding was disallowed) on the place and its pluses and minues is also kinda kool, including the angle of creativitah and thinking out of the box. In all tit for tat fairness, this YouTube rebuttal comes back to defend being a proud Singaporean.
 
This Wired opinion piece from 2012 by Kenneth Jeyaretnam revisits the Gibson take nearly 20 years later, but from an insider's perspective. You can be the judge of what’s changed, or not. It’s a certainly better job and closer to the core of the place than I could ever pen. What with all the stuff going on in the world today in many places, and Big Brother watching over all we do anyway, maybe it ain’t so bad after all.

Hey, if  Robert Mugabe is there to hang out, have fun, and shop until you drop by the container load per the 2012 take (partly cuz, uhm, he ain’t allowed in Euroland and the USA) and this more recent health-driven reason, that is saying something too, if not also attesting to the state of medical care there.

Eduardo Saverin moved there in 2009 and renounced his US citizenship in 2011. He seems to like the life there per this local articleI suppose it can’t be all that bad, apart from any purely coincidental favorable taxation advantages that may have factored into his decision making process along the way. Like, the dude musta done some research and tested the waters before diving in. However, this roaming single guy remains unconvinced as to a personal potential long term play there, but to each his or her own. However, I'd be open to consider it though if circumstances offered a move there. 

Maybe they all hang out at Orchard Towers (per my other post on this item) and some of the erhm, uhm, higher-end “health spas” around town. 

In parting, I slapped a few shots of the place together on this Pinterest Board if you want to take a look at the place for yourself.

Subject: London #15 - Europe(ans)
(Posted on Mar 3, 2014 at 03:32PM ) Tags:
The conversation with Cory McCracken in the pub over some beers before the wedding attempted to describe the differences between European countries  on a simplistic level, but there is actually a lot more going on for sure if you really dig into it, country by country, culture by culture, and language by language. 

The Heaven and Hell comparison is a classic take, not invented here at all, and I really did see it on the wall of some pub pisser for the first time as this photo can attest (to the fact it was on a wall somewhere on the planet). There are several variations of the joke using more or fewer countries in the mix.


But, unless one is European, or knows that region of the world well enough from living there or via extended travel, it may not mean much. For someone like Cory who had never been there at all, that was certainly the case. So that’s why I decided to take that old advertising industry maxim of Above the Line, Below the Line (sometmes called ATL BTL) and put it to different use altogether to explain Europe succinctly in a way that most folks could easily understand circa 1991.



From Bob's perspective at the time, being some single guy traveling the word for weddings, and looking at Europe with a meandering, simple, two-zone North-South dividing line:

Above the line, it rains, they drink beer, the indigenous food sucks,
trains run on time, and people work like back home.

Below the line, the sun shines, they drink wine, the food’s great,
trains run late, and nothing the fuck gets done all day.

Sure, the reality on Europe (and the rest of the world) is a lot more complex than that, and these pretty funny yet insightful map perspectives reflect that (scroll well down the page to hit the Eurocentric ones) as put together by Bulgarian designer, Yanko Tsvetkov. His maps are a little more polished and refined than this one here looking at how the English see (the rest of) Europe through the lens of soccer / football.

These two videos below poke a little fun at Italian - German, and British - French stereotypes. Take what you will from them, and you could create an endless list pitting different countries against each other in similar fashion. Like hello, Canada - USA, for example. 




Then there was this more structured 2013 Economist take on how Europeans viewed each other from different parameters. 

This last Daily Candor piece from September 2007 drills even further, and looks at many European nationalities one by one and what they think about each other, as aggregated by an American (albeit with Croatian heritage) living over there. If you really have time on your hands, you can troll through the hundreds of related comments by others and a follow-up posting if you are into this.

One can sit and debate this for hours on end with all kinds of examples and exhibits to prop up a perspective, but the best  way for me is getting a diverse bunch of my European friends around a table somewhere over there with several bottles of sumpin’ to grease the conversation, and sorting it out that way with some good-natured jousting and taking the piss out of each other over the course of an evening. 

At the end of the day, maybe Turkish (Jason Statham) had it right in Snatch, and our needing to generally pay better attention and be a little quicker with things..."before zee Germans get there" anyway.


But what does Bob know, as some Canuckistani born-and-bred palooka of Ukrainian heritage with a Polish passport, and a bunch of years living iand working in different places in Euroland? He certainly remembers giving folks over there a good laugh on a few occasions while struggling to learn a few local lingos over the years. But hey, you know you are down and good with learning a new langiage when you can, eventually, debate argue with your girlfriend in her native tongue, and give as good as you get. laugh


Subject: Iceland #71 - Hákarl and Brennivín
(Posted on Feb 27, 2014 at 09:02AM ) Tags:
Here’s something you’re not going to see every day on most folks’ dinner tables, even in Iceland. Let’s just say these two things are both an acquired taste, and are certainly a dynamic duo packing a wallop in the culinary experience department. Many might just label it all pretty nasty if your tastebuds run in the mainstream.

Rotten / putrefied / fermented / cured shark meat doesn’t sound nearly as appealing or exotic as hákarl, so let’s stick with the local Icelandic name for it to make it all the more pleasantly palatable.

Good thing it wasn’t on the menu that day for the wedding back in August 2003. Sometimes I am not so sure how many locals actually eat this stuff, as opposed to saving it for “special” occasions with unsuspecting foreign visitors looking for a quintessentially Icelandic experience.

This Culture Vixen piece here nicely covers it all off in gory detail for those that are curious. Maybe after reading it though, you may run screaming into the night and not want to go anywhere near this stuff.

The Brennivín part of the equation is the alcohol needed to wash this first sucker down and kill the taste. It seems to be about the only thing around that will do it. The “burning wine” literal translation is apt. This Georgetowner piece goes on a little more about the drink, and how it got its other name of Black Death (even though it is clear).

I kinda like the Brennivín moniker way better for marketing porpoises [sic], unless you are trying to build up your adventurous, single-guy street cred traveling to weddings all over the place. Featuring this stuff on any wedding menu might be a great way to keep many (or all) invitees away and have them send their regrets on not being able to make it out for your special day in paradise, especially if you promote it as rotten shark cubes coupled with side shots of Black Death.

At the time of this writing, it looks like the first shipment of Brennivin has washed ashore in the USA for imminent distribution based on this Twitter feed, so keeners out there will soon be able to get their hands on a bottle or two of this bad boy. No doubt, folks will be lining up around the block for this fine Icelandic export.

Getting your hákarl fix might be a little harder though. I have not done any research here yet on this puppy, and how to get it in North America easily, so it might be a good excuse (or not, as the case may be) for a quick trip to Iceland. Or just go to that great island, and skip this particular eye-opening taste and smell sensory experience.

And, if you really don’t want to believe me on all this stuff, cuz this is all just some effwit’s ramblings on some wedding novel blog, take a peek at this video below, which nicely covers off this brave gal’s virginal experience with this culinary pairing. Now, even though she ain’t speakin’ da Engrisch here with her commentary, you can just tell how she feels about all of it. She is speaking Danish, after quickly checking with a couple Nordic friends in the know. Trust, but verify, is the way to go on things generally, if you can. 


Bobby Bo gives Nada an A+ for pleasant demeanor throughout the ordeal. A smile goes a long way, especially when you ain’t having such a good time. Plus she goes back for a second kick at the can, even if it doesn't stay in her mouth for long.

If her enjoyment wasn’t enough to convince you about this dining delight, maybe this next video exhibit will.  The "main event" with our unsuspecting Wreckless Eating trio starts in at minute 7:30 if you want to blow through their unrelated "warm-up" dishes, and their journey really gets “graphically” going a little later after they actually take a few of them shark chunks down. Note how even a little plece of this stuff goes a long way in the flavuh department.


Full marks for bravery here to all three, but I kinda wish they had researched it a little more, and known to wash it down with the Black Death, and get rid of that lingering taste that seemed to really bother them. Like the wise old saying, forewarned is forearmed, in case you ever find yourself in this specific situation.

This is a more educational take with a view to the background and preparation thereof, as done in fine typical NatGeo fashion.


Doesn’t that all just want to make you pull away from that device or computer screen, and get out there and push your five senses to the max with all the wonderful things out there in the real world? There is no substitute for travel if you ever have the opportunity. 

Bon appétit, my friends.



Subject: Santiago #30 - Sipping Something Chilean
(Posted on Feb 25, 2014 at 09:37AM ) Tags:
That reference in the Chile chapter to the three “distant cousins” of the fabled Bubinga sisters, was really a nod to three wine-producing areas/valleys in the country – Aconcagua, Colchagua, and Itata. The Homer Simpson inspired “D.O.” slip (instead of his usual "D'oh"), is the shortie for Denomination of Origin (or Denominación de Origen in Spanish) and was done on porpoise, Corky.

As can be seen from this long and skinny map below, them three female “Bubinga cousins” are on there as proof positive as to what was really going on that day at lunch and thereafter on that Friday the 13th day before the wedding. It was all about consumption, sampling local wares, and exploring the city informally by subway and on foot, which is my favorite way to do things.


The trio of wine valley names were plucked randomly from among all possible there, but I wanted ones that could arguably sound a little more female for extra meaningful context. Back at the time in 1996, Chilean wine was just starting to break out to global export markets in a major way, even though their stuff was all highly drinkable well before that.

Flash forward nearly 18 years to 2014, and Chlle is a wine export monster, which is not the same as a Lady Gaga “Little Monster.”  For those that like numbers, here's a little chart showing Chile in the league of top global exporters by volume (based on 2011 figures).


As a "monster" related sidebar, check out this number "Fatty Boom Boom" by Die Antwoord ("The Answer" in Engrisch), who are out of South Africa, Their video takes the piss out of her "G"-ness. One needs to have a sense of humor on things, but this UK Daily Mail piece from October 2012 seems to indicate she wasn’t too happy about it all. You can judge for yourself on all accounts after watching the video. The group seem to have their own strong opinion on the state of rap too. Ooh ahr.



Okay, so somebody went off track a bit, going on about Chilean wine regions, switching gears to "monsters" (both figuartively and literally), and then to newspaper commentary about "prawns up someone’s privates" and rap in a South African music video, but hey, that’s; the way the world is sometimes, and the news too.

This last country, South Africa, is another great wine exporting nation with good product I can attest to. I haven’t been to a wedding there yet, but maybe one day.

As a single guy, I am always willing to go with the flow, both at home and abroad while on some wedding junket. No stressing about stuff you can’t (or don’t want to) control.

There are otherwise some Santiago shots (and from other parts across Chile)  on this Pinterest board for some added visual distraction.

At the end of the day though, who really be them Bubinga sisterz anyway? Do they actually exist?

That’s something for another time, and wedding quest, plus maybe another deep and meaningful drinks discussion. Remember, it's always better to drink it, than to just know about it.

Subject: Westport #94 - Fat, Fluff, Froth, and Fizz
(Posted on Feb 22, 2014 at 02:11PM ) Tags:
That 840-page issue of Vogue back in September 2007 was a fitting symbol of the apex of the financial markets and an omen of things to come before the subprime housing crisis bubble burst and everything went to hell in a handbasket thereafter in the financial world.


Coming in at some 4 – 5 lbs., depending on your source(s), (but it’s not like I dug an old back-copy up to weigh it in realty, so omelette you do the “trust but verify” thing there), and with most of it bumpf hawking fashion, accessories, and cosmetics, it was a nice tie-in to the excesses of the period. There wasn’t a whole lot of substance to it, doing the simple math of 840 – 727 pages of ads, leaving 113 pages of arguably what could be construed as advertorial.

This is a good piece going back to look at it with bit of a critical eye. It does a way better job than I could ever do, since this cat ain’t no big fashion boffin with any bonafide qualifications. They even bothered to make a documentary about it all, called The September Issue (2009), if you really want more insight on the matter. 


I always find it funny about our world that we can get more folks to care about stuff like this, than about the more important stuff, but yo, that’s the way stuff shakes out today, with many of us having the attention span of goldfish, and where we would rather be entertained than know the real deal, as that requires a lot more work. Hey, it’s all good, but don't be surprised by stuff happening later on that was always there to begin with.
Most fellas won’t be into the movie or the mag (except for checking out the chikitas), but it was fun to have a conversation in passing at that Westport, CT wedding with Tristan Alford, knowing his wife was all over that publication “ to advertise some hip disguise,” and eye up even more unnecessary haute couture for her walk-in closets.

The ladz in Rage Against The Machine had it all down pat and then some, about entertainment in general, with their 1998 tune, "No Shelter" and the lyrics therein.

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One could sit there and analyze the meanings of the lyrics / messages 25 ways to Sunday, but I think it's just a great song when all is said and done to keep it simple.

Since that time back in 2007, Vogue outdid themselves, taking things to a higher level in September 2012, with that issue eclipsing the 2007 record and clocking in at, yowza, 916 pages, but trimming back (a tad) on the ads.


Jumpin’ Jehovah’s Witnesses, that’s the kind of stuff a single guy at weddings needs to be able to deal with randomly  as cocktail and appetizer time beckons. No topic is too frivolous or sacred to be managed or mangled in one way or another, be it good, bad or ugly (whatever her name is). That’s just the way the world is, but as one wise person once quipped, it depends on what the meaning of the word "is" is. You know it!
One of Bob's homemade sayings is “It’s always funny until someone loses a testicle.”

Why? Well, here’s proof positive in that regard.

Such a situation is one of those things in life that you KNOW you don’t need to have happen personally to you, in order to believe it is so. “Run, Forrest, run!” is all one can say, especially from any women you may have in your life that are capable of such mayhem and menace.

Exhibit #1
Woman jailed for testicle attack
A woman who ripped off her ex-boyfriend's testicle with her bare hands has been sent to prison
10--FEB-2005

Amanda Monti, 24, flew into a rage when Geoffrey Jones, 37, rejected her advances at the end of a house party, Liverpool Crown Court heard. She pulled off his left testicle and tried to swallow it, before spitting it out. A friend handed it back to Mr Jones saying: "That's yours."
FULL STORY

You just gotta dig the part where our gal Amanda put the little fellow in her mouth, and tried to swallow it, but then spat it out. Maybe she thought it was a Malteaser, piece of gum/candy or sumpin’ like that, but just for a second or two until reason took hold. 

Then the dutiful friend retrieves if and returns it to our victim with that priceless line above. 

“I am in no way a violent person.” – Amanda Monti
Yeah, sure. Right. I’m with you on that.

Alas, poor Mr. Jones was unable to have his litle friend put back on. In hindsight, he shoulda maybe thought twice about saying no to nookie that night and talking things over with Amamda. She got 2.5 years in the clink for her efforts once all was said and done. 


Exhibit #2
Woman admits biting off man's testicle
06-DEC-00

A mother of two has pleaded guilty to affray after biting off a man's testicle. Denise Carr, 32, admitted biting off the testicle of her friend's husband, Neil Hutchinson, 30, during a violent row.
FULL STORY

The original incident happened on October 16, 1999, so it actually took the wheels of justice a while to swing around on this one for Neil. Priorities, priorities, please.

Regadless, our girl Denise has this real serious “Don’t mess with me or I’ll bite your gonad off” look about her judging by this photo. You just know it.


Bob likes the bit about how the police later found the severed gonad under a picture frame somewhere in the living room. Further, it looks like our main man Neil was unable to have that sucker sewn back on either, just like the unfortunate cat in the first story. There seems to be some consistency at play here between both exhibits. Just trying to be thorough for the benefit of all.

Per the follow-on story from January 2001, it looks like Denise got 6 months in the cooler for her action, despite her otherwise “exemplary character.”

Overall, Bob doesn't know if there is something in the air or drinking water in the United Kingdom , as both happened there, but moving forward, as he attends weddings in that country, he shall be a little more guarded as to the types of women one may chat up at a wedding as a single guy. This is perhaps one type of misadventure most guys might be happy to miss.

Kudos to our friends at the BBC, who do their utmost to keep the world informed about all the news that’s fit to print and that we absolutely need to know about. They may not always get it right, but looks like they were on the money and digging deep here with these two stories.

Anyway, as to the overall validity of his saying, Bob rests his case. As a parting word to all the fellow single bachelors out there, y’all be needin’ to choose your girlf(r)iends a little better.

Bob was thinking of slapping a few example pictures up here to drive things home visually, but then after considering some suitable specimens, his compassionate side got the better of him. It is pretty easy to find some though, if you really feel the need to see some severed ones in jars and other views. You can trust Bob on all this.



Subject: Mustique #47 - Knowing your mules
(Posted on Feb 13, 2014 at 02:05PM ) Tags:
When is a mule not the mule you thought it was? When you are in Mustique at your sister’s wedding is when.

These four pictures below should make it pretty straightforward for anyone still perplexed, so as to enable sussing out the differences between the animal, human drug transporter, Kawasaki MULE vehicle, and that fabled cocktail with the Moscow handle slapped on the front end.



Note the simple cocktail (made with vodka, ginger beer and lime, on ice, and ideally in a copper mug as above),, ain’t even from Moscow, but is rather a good ole born-and-bred USA concoction dating to 1941 that became popular a few years later in the 1950s. So much for truth in names and marketing, and kinda like why the news ain’t  always makin’ sense either.

There are some casual  tips for those mulling getting into that line of "transport" work (and not the one competing with the animal) if things are a little slow on the work front around where you are.

Like I mused back on that wedding day, it would be kinda nifty to be in a situation with all four at play simultaneously. You could be enjoying the drink with the other two live ones over witty repartee, taking in tricks of the “transport” trade and optimizing the use of  various cavity spaces over body packing, all the while riding on board that 4-wheeler. It's probably a better idea to be letting someone else do the driving though.

Maybe if you don’t want to be doing all of that in the same-name places in Norway or Nigeria for added effect, you could choose to pull it off in Bishop, CA, the so-called "Mule Capital of the World," when they have that annual Bishop Mule Days festival (website) in the run up to Memorial Day. Turn it into a four-way global mule convention of excellence and party hearty.

I ain't gonna bother to get into the 80s game, M.U.L.E., or the software model / framework.  That is strictly for you real die-hard mule keeners out there. So today, you can say you learned a tad about different mules, without needing to go to the trouble of some average single guy attending weddings in places around the world.



Subject: Singapore #77 - Swedish Snaps Songs
(Posted on Feb 12, 2014 at 01:06PM ) Tags:
You know you have a diverse group of friends when you find yourself singing Swedish drinking songs at a wedding in Singapore with a bunch of Chinese folks spread around your table. You don’t fight the situation, suck back the snaps / aquavitand sing along as best you can.

While we all sang in English at the time to make it easier for the assembled international collective, you just know for sure that these tunes sound way way better in their original language. To prove it all, some of the energetic Swedes present decided to let us hear the difference in their native tongue.

Three songs, and three shots of snaps went down in quick succession. This type of Swedish snaps drinking song is called a snapsvisa, and is usually short and simple (to be sung with vigor) so as not to have too much time between you and your next shot (or song).

How strategic of them sly Swedes. It was probably all about getting oiled / lit up more quickly and letting that Scandinavian shyness slip swiftly away into the shadows.

Here is Hell and Gore (or Helan Går in Swedish), considered by some to be the Big Mama or Daddy of all these songs. 


No offence to the lads in the version above, but some may find this more impromptu, feminine version as sung here by Malin Åkerman to be a little more endearing and charming, if less boisterous. Who do you want to be out belting back shots and singing these songs with at the end of the evening when all is said and done? 


Last, this interpretation of "1, 2, 75, 6, 7" with sign language as added accompaniment makes it a little more interesting (and tricky if you want to try both deliveries simultaneously). Note the numbers in Swedish are much more musical in nature. After a couple shots already down the hatch, this litle ditty can prove to be a real challenge if you try and sing it more quickly (and in Swedish too if you are an English speaker).


When faced with a tough, spur-of-the-moment choice in life, like choosing between a shot from the red/black label bottle of snaps (O.P. Anderson)  or a shot from the touch-of-green label bottle of snaps (Läckö Slotts Aquavit), what is one to do?


Decisions, decisons. Take’em both down between the rounds of songs and shots, and cover the bases, Bobbolin(o/a). That's what you do.

After a few, no doubt everyone present felt much better about their singing capability. Still, I wasn't about ready to quit my day job, no matter what that was. Somedays, it felt like attending weddings all over the place was my part-time job. 

To all my Swedish, and wannabe (with) Swedish, friends out there, Skål / Skol!