I have decided to bring to life “Charlie Goes Abroad” for the Boosh Art Club! Now, I remember hearing that in Australia, birds come and and attack people for a few months out of the year and it’s just a normal thing. These are the kinds of facts I need about other countries. I basically want…
Great idea. I don’t think it’s a fucked up fact but a rather weird one about Germany:
If you go to a beach, there is a high risk of seeing old, naked people and I’m not just talking about Nudist beaches. If there is water, there will be nudity. Ancient nudity.
And that’s how he ends up handcuffed to the bedstead.
Off the net for a while.
Today is my last day of Internet connection for about THREE weeks. It is involuntary (I’m moving) and I’m pissed about it, but what can you do? I’ll be back soon, bye for now.
The Ziggy Stardust moment.
Terry is an amazing host.
The King of the Mods visits the Princes of the Universe.
Methos in Highlander.
Three: Baby Methos.
Four: Season of the cardigan.
Five: “Nanana come on, I like it, like it come on.”
Six: 5000 years of wisdom.
Endgame: “So tired of your bullshit MacLeod” Cameo.
Reunion: A domestic Horseman.
The Source: Badass Upgrate.
Deconstructing a scene with the Boosh:
"Hey Ju, I’ve got an idea: I put on a full-face mask and grope you in a fake forest." "Alright, let me just grab my vest."
"Isn’t it time to grow up and stop obsessing about a TV show?"
"Ew, he is far too old. How can you find him hot?"
"You cannot love him, he is just a fictional character."
Don’t tell me what I can and cannot love. These guys make me happy. And they will make me happy as long as I live.
Reblog or like this post if you think Noel Fielding’s nose is beautiful.
Yes. Oh yes. A thousand times yes.