Ah ye drunk ye drunk ye silly old fool

One of the first cds I ever owned (and to date I own very few of the things) was a Dubliners 'greatest hits' collection. The Dubliners remain one of my favourite bands, and I have recently begun to listen to them again. The one song I keep returning to, though, is 'Seven Drunken Nights'. In it the protagonist returns home thoroughly plastered every night only to find some foreign item in his house. Each of these items belongs in fact to a stranger the man's wife is having an affair with. The wife has an explanation ready for these mysterious objects - objects ranging from a horse to the other man's head itself - and the man, being thoroughly plastered, notes the discrepancies ("a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before") but accepts these explanations. Oh the way it is sung by Ronnie Drew. Never fails to make me laugh.

In the Dubliners song, only five days of the week are accounted for. As a young'un I didn't particularly care to find out why, but now I know. Weekends are not for the prudish.

It was only a few days ago, however, that I discovered that there is a video for this song. And the video features some very crude clay model animation. I am currently obsessed with making ugly little plasticine people and monsters, so the entire thing is a double treat for me.

As it happens,

I really have nothing to say right now except for the fact that i love John Carpenter's 'The Thing'. I love it very much. Watched of a late summer afternoon w/legs crossed at ankles on a spring-hobbled, lump-ridden sofa, alone at home, it is i realise a creature comfort: all those discomforting creatures, and Kurt Russell being generally badass & adorable under that incongruous cowboy hat. Splatter, ooze, don't rinse, repeat.

I have been looking for stills of my favourite moments, but the internet has failed me. Miserably. You will have to recall or imagine the one where someone attempts a bit of perfectly well-meaning defibrillation on someone else and the chest collapses and slimy alien jaws thrust up and go crunch. Look Ma, no hands.