Just idly surfing after watching a horror documentary and realised that among my memorabilia I don’t have a Jason mask – you know, the scary hockey one from the Friday the 13th movies.
Amazon seemed a likely outlet, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheer panic-inducing terror that one of their offerings entailed.
See if you can spot the spine-chilling abomination…
…are an extreme metal band from the U.S., who I have been listening to quite a lot on Spotify recently.
While cooking yesterday, I called up some of their tracks on YouTube to keep me company as the pork chop rinds were crisping away in the oven.
Later on in the evening, I mentioned to Mrs A how much I had enjoyed listening to Cattle Decapitation while making lunch. And, as a result, for the second time in a week, she called into question my credentials as a civilised human being.
She actually thought that I was listening to the sound of cows having their heads cut off – and getting off to it so much that I was extolling its charms to her.
I sometimes wonder what I’ve done to deserve such judgments…
As we approach Remembrance Day, the local high street has big poppies on all the lampposts. On driving through yesterday, I conjectured idly that it all might have been a bit different had the person given the job to put them up misheard or misunderstood the brief.
I was imagining ‘puppies’ being nailed to posts for the mile or so strip of suburbia.
Mrs A said that I had “a very sick mind!”
This post in no way endorses cruelty to
One of my favourite pics from yesterday: