Hello to you all!!!!
Welcome to another rather sporadic edition of the New Old Friends blog.
Now recently both we and I'm sure you, because you're ever so sharp when you want to be, have noticed that this good old, dependable (well, dependable-ish) blog has started to play fourth fiddle to the New Old Friends Twitter, Facebook, and Youtube Vlog sites.
In some ways this is great. It means we've finally decided to do something other than just write this blog every now and again, and that you, wonderful as you are, get to experience a veritable plethora of multi-media news, updates and general stupidity from your new old friends at...er...New Old Friends.
However in the interests of tradition, a tiny hint of boredom and the impending resuscitation of Mate, we've decided it'd be a good idea to keep the blog blogging.
So here it is.
Now I'm sure you've already bought/reserved your tickets to come along and be part of the worldwide phenomenon that is Cirque Du Soleil, and it's at this point that I say to you....why? So some guy can touch his face with his face while juggling seventeen live tigers, dressed as people in suits of armor, stood on hot coals, curing swine flu victims with his tears, playing the national anthem on a lute covered in bees. Big whoop. I can chew and walk at the same time (mostly), and I can touch my face with my hand even if the doctor told me not to....anyway, the point is that you shouldn't spend all your hard earned cash (not Johnny, cash, money...) on some acrobatic extravaganza. Come and see Mate at the White Bear Theatre Club in Kennington (South London) from the 12th - 16th May! It's not just a comedy, it's funny too.
Now I hear you all asking? But why should I see this? Wasn't it on in Bath last year? Well the answer to that is.....er.....come and see Mate at the White Bear Theatre Club in Kennington (South London) from the 12th - 16th May! It's not just a comedy, it's funny too.
But in all seriousness we do need an audience, so if you find one, even one that's been living on the streets having been kicked out of Cirque Du Soleil, then send them along to the White Bear for at least one night of sheer hilarity, Nazi escapee, Zimbabwean grown, upper middle class, South West inspired tom foolery...and while they're here they can come see the play too.
Rehearsals (God help us) start up again tomorrow at the ungodly hour of sometime before 10 and the fantabulous twitter updates at both
http://twitter.com/newoldfriends
http://twitter.com/joshgolga
along with new vlogs from youtubesville, messages from the book on your face and perhaps even the odd traditional blog or two will be winging their way to your computer screens throughout the process.
Hope your well and don't forget to wish Amy and Ben many many many many many happy wishes and congratulations on their new old baby.
Blogolga & Sergio
(Josh and Fearg)
New Old Friends
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxobivAEtwo
Sunday, 3 May 2009
Thursday, 19 March 2009
VIDEO!
Hello faithful bloggites,
We have not forgotten you. We have been wooed by Twitter, but we will not neglect you. We come a-grovelling with new footage of your faithful company founders Josh & Fearg. It is quite late, in fact very early the next morning. So it should be below, Josh is just over there <- sorting it out on his shiny new Mactastic Mac. He is adding pretty colours. Actually he's just saturating a bit more. There is a tiny bit of acting in there, prizes if you can spot where it happens. So I'm just going to type away at my keyboard over here until the Golgothan sorts his shiite out. I mean that in a colloquial term, Josh does not have a Muslim manservant of any denomination. We are quibbling over the date for the title. He says it should be the 18th because we recorded it about ten minutes ago when it was the 18th, but he's writing it now so shouldn't it be the 19th? He won the mild disagreement by pointing out I say tommorrow in the Vlog as we are now referring to it. If you don't look closely it appears that Josh and I are wearing the same Tshirt. I do not mean two examples of the same design, but rather both our heads in the same garment. That it until Josh steps out of frame. Josh is now adding the description for over on our YouTube channel, and some 'Tags'. How exciting! We are almost done. I say we, I mean he. He is promising (ish) more Vlogs to come. I like that idea but we will be in the same room together at some point in the future. We will be sure to Vlog during rehearsal week though, that is a promise. His Macary Sagna is lying to us it is uploading in 12/13/12/13/12/7 minutes. I have Twittered three times in the course of this blog, make that four. Only five minutes left, are your ears salivating? Your eyes sweating? Your mouth gagging for cock? If you answered yes to two out of three of those you are not natural. We're not homophobic, I was talking about the first two. Shame on you if you weren't. Shame on you if you were gagging for cock in your mouth though, that's not what this blog is about. Although there is a slightly homo-erotic moment in the Vlog. You'd have to have pretty low standards of homo-erotica though. Two minutes. I feel like Ricky Gervais at the memorial for Diana. Although less of a smug self-satisfied arsebandito. If Mr Gervais is reading this, first, wow. Second, we don't think you are a smug self-satisfied arsebandito because you are not nearly Mexican enough. You are far more Mexicunt. Less than a minute the ladies cry in post-coital frustration after a night with the boyz.
Here it is!
We have not forgotten you. We have been wooed by Twitter, but we will not neglect you. We come a-grovelling with new footage of your faithful company founders Josh & Fearg. It is quite late, in fact very early the next morning. So it should be below, Josh is just over there <- sorting it out on his shiny new Mactastic Mac. He is adding pretty colours. Actually he's just saturating a bit more. There is a tiny bit of acting in there, prizes if you can spot where it happens. So I'm just going to type away at my keyboard over here until the Golgothan sorts his shiite out. I mean that in a colloquial term, Josh does not have a Muslim manservant of any denomination. We are quibbling over the date for the title. He says it should be the 18th because we recorded it about ten minutes ago when it was the 18th, but he's writing it now so shouldn't it be the 19th? He won the mild disagreement by pointing out I say tommorrow in the Vlog as we are now referring to it. If you don't look closely it appears that Josh and I are wearing the same Tshirt. I do not mean two examples of the same design, but rather both our heads in the same garment. That it until Josh steps out of frame. Josh is now adding the description for over on our YouTube channel, and some 'Tags'. How exciting! We are almost done. I say we, I mean he. He is promising (ish) more Vlogs to come. I like that idea but we will be in the same room together at some point in the future. We will be sure to Vlog during rehearsal week though, that is a promise. His Macary Sagna is lying to us it is uploading in 12/13/12/13/12/7 minutes. I have Twittered three times in the course of this blog, make that four. Only five minutes left, are your ears salivating? Your eyes sweating? Your mouth gagging for cock? If you answered yes to two out of three of those you are not natural. We're not homophobic, I was talking about the first two. Shame on you if you weren't. Shame on you if you were gagging for cock in your mouth though, that's not what this blog is about. Although there is a slightly homo-erotic moment in the Vlog. You'd have to have pretty low standards of homo-erotica though. Two minutes. I feel like Ricky Gervais at the memorial for Diana. Although less of a smug self-satisfied arsebandito. If Mr Gervais is reading this, first, wow. Second, we don't think you are a smug self-satisfied arsebandito because you are not nearly Mexican enough. You are far more Mexicunt. Less than a minute the ladies cry in post-coital frustration after a night with the boyz.
Here it is!
Monday, 9 February 2009
Gaydom
Hello to you! But not to you...I don't like you.
Welcome again to the blog. Here it is in all it's blogishness.
I recognize that some of you naysayers out there will hasten to point out that there was no blog last week. This is because unfortunately the internet was completely deleted last monday as a result of snow and leaves on the line. Ordinarily I would apologize for this but my good friend Timberland has informed me that it's too late for the issuing of such a statement. Aliens are real and dolphins secretly laugh at us when our back are turned...yada yada yada other attemptedly funny but probably just weird things.................
On the subject of subjects, a good one to discuss or bring up is the impending doom hanging over us all...I mean impending performance of Mate. (The two impending events stated above are in no way linked)
This week I told Fearg I just couldn't bear to do the play again...or rather than I was supposed to be filming on the performance dates! This was worrying momentarily. At the peak of this worry the film people (technical name) emailed me and said that I was no longer needed for those dates, which was nice. I, in turn told Fearg, who laughed in my face and said that he had converted the show into a one man performance and that he'd brought in Jeremy Beadle and Mike Reid to perform it. At this point I woke up to hear Fearg say...cool. Now all we need is to see if Andy can do it.
No further progress has been made. Dawson...if you're reading this...call us...or at least someone you know and find out how they are.
A question for you:
Batman or Superman?
Ponder this at your leisure.
And, before I leave you quivering for no apparent reason I feel it is my duty to say that the snow was fun and the current precipitation is boring. For ever and ever, Amen.
Blogolganstein
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Friday, 30 January 2009
Fearg on Fridays
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you, without a bope blog to step to, step to, step to.
I said WORD UP! WOAAH! Hows it hanging my blogalicious mutherflipsters? You still kicking it all school, up in the webdizzle with Fearganizzle bringing the shizzle to the grizzle. There eyes was like Boom full a suprise for Mike!
I'd like to take this opportunity to show mad love for the "winners at the academy rattling your anatomy that'd be J5 so kill all your fake platapies" If anyone has any idea what a platapie is I'd love to know. I'm think it's either a bastardization of platitude or possible the inbred cousin of a platypus. Duck billed or other wise.
What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup? Anyone can roast beef! Boom. Got it off a bog roll. No joke, a hilarious product that is toilet paper printed with gags. It's name? Crap jokes. Genius.
So, Mate is following Dick Whittington and his talented Pussy (see the Vietnamese stage show it's unbelievable) to London town. The streets are paved with gold. Not true, they are infact paved with tarmac or any other non-brand affilated ashfelt but the ashfelt gets so worn in our far capital that it has to be held together with gum. That's right Londoners who spit their vile masticated rubber onto the floor for you to step in with your brand new Manalohs aren't being rude ignorant knobheads but are in fact doing their civic duty. I may have lied twice in that sentance. They are knobheads and you aren't wearing anything other than three year old green flashes.
But yes, Mate is off to London, which is very exciting. Are you excited? Is it because of our news or because of the free porn you're streaming in the other window? Procrasturbate: The wank you have just to kill time. Not my joke Lucy Porter's she's a very funny lady, plus I would, bonus. I said bonUS nothing else, keep you're head in the game and put that down. There is no nudity here, although I can do this - ( . )( . ) He he Boobs. Or this- ) . ( He he Navel. Or this - Nope I got nothing. Shame on you for hoping.
I leave with with two jokes that will guarantee you being though of as a genuine wit (or something that rhymes with wit at least)
When someone says "Put the kettle on." Your answer must always, ALWAYS, be "Nah, wouldn't suit me."
When someone says "How did you sleep?" The correct answer is "With my eyes closed."
Oh yeah! AU comedy gold.
Remember people the greatest heckle is silence.
Oh, and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STEELERS!
I said WORD UP! WOAAH! Hows it hanging my blogalicious mutherflipsters? You still kicking it all school, up in the webdizzle with Fearganizzle bringing the shizzle to the grizzle. There eyes was like Boom full a suprise for Mike!
I'd like to take this opportunity to show mad love for the "winners at the academy rattling your anatomy that'd be J5 so kill all your fake platapies" If anyone has any idea what a platapie is I'd love to know. I'm think it's either a bastardization of platitude or possible the inbred cousin of a platypus. Duck billed or other wise.
What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup? Anyone can roast beef! Boom. Got it off a bog roll. No joke, a hilarious product that is toilet paper printed with gags. It's name? Crap jokes. Genius.
So, Mate is following Dick Whittington and his talented Pussy (see the Vietnamese stage show it's unbelievable) to London town. The streets are paved with gold. Not true, they are infact paved with tarmac or any other non-brand affilated ashfelt but the ashfelt gets so worn in our far capital that it has to be held together with gum. That's right Londoners who spit their vile masticated rubber onto the floor for you to step in with your brand new Manalohs aren't being rude ignorant knobheads but are in fact doing their civic duty. I may have lied twice in that sentance. They are knobheads and you aren't wearing anything other than three year old green flashes.
But yes, Mate is off to London, which is very exciting. Are you excited? Is it because of our news or because of the free porn you're streaming in the other window? Procrasturbate: The wank you have just to kill time. Not my joke Lucy Porter's she's a very funny lady, plus I would, bonus. I said bonUS nothing else, keep you're head in the game and put that down. There is no nudity here, although I can do this - ( . )( . ) He he Boobs. Or this- ) . ( He he Navel. Or this - Nope I got nothing. Shame on you for hoping.
I leave with with two jokes that will guarantee you being though of as a genuine wit (or something that rhymes with wit at least)
When someone says "Put the kettle on." Your answer must always, ALWAYS, be "Nah, wouldn't suit me."
When someone says "How did you sleep?" The correct answer is "With my eyes closed."
Oh yeah! AU comedy gold.
Remember people the greatest heckle is silence.
Oh, and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STEELERS!
Monday, 26 January 2009
Blog is back, back again, Blog is back tell some men...
Yo ho hello there. A Warm and merry welcome to both 2009 and the newest installment of an old blog. See what I did there...oh well nevermind.
So residents of Peasedown St Blog/Blogdown St John. how was your new year? Good. Now that's out of the way I am happy to announce the exciting brand new, thoroughly enthralling and fascinating new production from New Old Friends. It's called........MATE (usually to be written in Impact font) the production follows two friends Will and Toni and their mate Wes.
As you may have guessed we are infact doing the same play again only this time we've broken out of our egg shaped theatre (not actually egg shaped) and are London bound! Namely to the White Bear in Kennington.
After this, we have also discussed, in dark corners and with hushed voices, the possibility of maybe taking our Mate to the good old Burgh. But these are far off flights of fancy in a distant galaxy where...erm...fuck that it wasn't really going anywhere anyway.
Unfortunately, I'm very uncomfortable lying here and still need to shower today so I am going to close at this juncture. If you are still wondering what I've taken so many, often pointless words to say then to you sir I say...we're actually doing some more work!
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
'Cos I stay well off
Now all we get is fan mail all say sayin Mate is on
What 'cos we been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn Theatre Company off
Easy Gangstas
Brrraap Brrraap
Blogolga
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