So we’ve tentatively launched our new film blog, Slashing The Seats. It’s early days and there are bound to be teething problems, but as it stands we’re pretty happy with how it’s looking and feeling.
Feel free to have a look around and, if you’re feeling writerly, we’re always going to be on the lookout for writers…
Also – let us know what sort of content we need in there. Any ideas will be taken on board.
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i can’t go the cinema, i’ve a long haul flight coming up and i need to keep my options open.
but it looks good, sts. yes. good’un.
Erm… I’m not actually inviting you out to the picture house, Breeks. But if I were to invite a lady, platonically, it would be you.
And others.
thanks. as long as i never cross paths with the others, like a black cat, it’s all good.
Movie Reviews that’s great. Are you going to do WWM podcasts with movie reviews?
Hey Bre did you check out the tats?
Commando reference!
Wait, no, PREDATOR! The one with the big alien thing.
i saw them on facebook when you posted them, james.
they are super (see what i did there?)…
Yes I did, sorry it was Roz that didn’t see them. My bad, I’m a little tired.
We’ll see how it does before podcasting comes into play…
Well spotted there, Dave
LUNCHTIME CHALLENGE.
Oxtail soup and crusty bread, followed by salt and vinegar and some Fox’s Classics.
Anyone dare to take me on?
Btw, Dave – you have just won our first competition – and we’ve not even announced it yet.
Congrats!
congrats dave.
dorset muesli and a tunnocks caramel wafer bar.
*scores*
Breeks – a low scorer, I’m afraid. That sounds poor.
Are you skint?
Nothing to do with cinema I’m afraid, but Christ on a Raleigh chopper…
http://tinyurl.com/kqwmmo
PS – I like STS’s 5 items on a page – can we do it here too. Oh go on, you know you want to…
no but i’m still in my pyjamas and in my bedroom and am crippled with sore fingers from string pushing. also my housemate’s weird new ‘girl-friend’ is lurking below.
ick.
i thought i did quite well for a prisoner.
Gregg Wallace! You dirty sod!
5 items eh? Go on then.
Lamb chops and pork sausages from yesterday’s BBQ, rocket salad, cous cous and a big wedge of Iranian bread.
Christ, fourstar. That’s a good effort. Excellent meat-count. Docked points for Iranian bread. No idea why.
I am not an avid film watcher, as my wife only likes to watch films she has seen before. I’ll let you dwell on the logic of that one for a while.
So how about “Films You Should Have Seen But Will Never Be Able To Watch Through No Fault Of Your Own, More’s The Pity”
A gigantic pork pie and a bag of Beefy Seabrooks crisps.
I saw Taming of the Shrew on Saturday. it was marvelous *****
Greg Wallace! Fair play!
I am going to have a yoghurt and maybe some tuna salad. The misery diet of fags, booze and insomnia took one whole stone from my relationship-stomach and I am determined that it shall not regrow. NO!
Dave’s having swine flu on toast for his dinner.
dinner? i thought this was a lunch challenge.
*confused*
Breeks – I’m from the north. Up here, lunch and dinner are interchangeable.
but why?
why? it’s not sense.
I’m enjoying two crusted buns with cheese (I wouldn;t make a good food writer), one with chutney and one with coleslaw. Just for fun.
Why isn’t it? We say ‘dinner’ for ‘lunch’, or ‘lunch’ for ‘lunch’. And we say ‘dinner’ for ‘dinner’, or ‘tea’ for ‘dinner’. What’s nonsensical about that?
Dinner = working class lunch and then we eat tea when posh people have dinner (ie in the evening) I have this discussion with my colleagues constantly.
I had hippy muck, it is all our canteen ever serves.
Gregg wallace has been getting young girlfriends since he first appeared on the telly. I have a soft spot for him myself, but I am a bit old for him now.
I have had my budget slashed, and I am now also on a misery diet of pretend fags and booze and that.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1193031/Piers-Morgan-beefcake-advertises-new-Burger-King-perfume-whiff-fakery.html
gregg wallace has hypnotically bad teeth. go look at ‘em close up if you get the chance.
brekky, lunch and dinner/tea, innit. i guess i am used to things being straightforward.
breeks, school lunch times are administered by Dinner Ladies.
I think it’s a it’s a class thing but I may be wrong
A soft spot for Wobbly Wallace? Wow, ladies are crazier than I first thought. Although one of them married me so…
…actually, that just proves it.
Who the fuck’s Greg Wallace?
I am sure in the states and other places in Canada that say. Breakfast, Dinner, Supper. I am more of a Breakfast, Lunch, Supper person.
I think Jesus taught us well with the last supper, not dinner.
You call your tea supper?
Oh, and i should have mentioned, I am impressed with the all loads of content that you have managed to get up on your brand new site already swines.
I am, however, worried for my sanity in not being able to keep up with it all.
I thought supper was that bit of cheese you eat before you go to bed? The cheese that opens the nightmarish gates of Hell and releases demons into your dreams?
No we call it Tea. But Coffee is more popular than tea in Canada. Tim Hortons is the king of coffee. Oh and Tim Horton used to be a hockey player (before he died). So for a Canadian what is better than Hockey, and Coffee? Nothing….
Greg Wallace is the bald one in Masterchef
Greg Wallace = the bald bloke off of Masterchef that goes ‘phwoooar’ when he tastes something that he really likes – usually a pudding (or ‘dessert’, if you are the sort of person that eats supper). I think i have a worrying thing for the bald look on certain men (though not the chavvy skinhead types that sport bulldog tattoos and that).
That is all.
Oh, that twat. I don’t like him because he’s on a show watched exclusively by brain-damaged fuckwits.
Oh no, not this debate again. I remember having a massively long, drawn out debate with some one on here (Gilbert?) about lunch v dinner. I normally say lunch, but why do you have dinner ladies – they are not called lunch ladies are they?
*knows i’ve started something I can’t finish again*
James – Tim Hortons is the place where they sell the middles out of the donuts, yes? My brother lives in Toronto; his kids are addicted to them. And fat.
Oh, i forgot that i have also had a delicious Cherry Ripe bar for my dinner. As well as all the hippy muck.
MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm cherry riiiipe
What an intelligent comment
http://slashingtheseats.net/2009/06/14/punisher-war-zone/comment-page-1/#comment-6
Of course, at a boarding school, you also have dinner there each evening which would be logically served by dinner ladies.
Tim Bits, actually that is the coin I phrased for all the girls that work there. Actually my wife works there as well…
Cherry Ripe! That’s the name of the Australian food critic Ramsay offended about a decade before this pig-based non-news story we’ve just had.
Oh and my lunch/dinner entry is:
Wholemeal sub roll with (quorn) turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce, salt and vinegar McCoys, cup of coffee, black cherry channel island cream yoghurt, dried apricots and luxury fruit and nut mix.
I’m hungry today.
MAybe Dave, I have missed the whole furore. Cherry Ripes are delicious Aussie chocolate bars – FACT.
One thing puzzles me though, they are so lush, and made by cadburys so why can’t we get them in blighty?
Quorn turkey? So that’s not turkey then, is it? Turkey, as the name suggests, contains turkey. What you’ve eaten there, Clarry, is FILTH, not turkey.
My desk has started humming like a washing machine does just before the spin cycle. It is most odd
Ok Nap – filth that tastes like turkey i.e nothing much. It’s there for the texture really…
I see you sent that bloody thunder down to us Nap. Punishing me are you?
Clarry – I doubt it tastes like turkey. I bet it tastes like FILTH – the usual flavour of vegetarian muck.
You’ve got the thunder now, eh? Serves you right. Hopefully, Sleaford’ll be wiped off the face of the earth by a mighty torrent. That shithole.
A piece of pitta bread that’s gone all stiff, and a handful of cashew nuts.
*washes away shaking angry, drowning fist at Naps*
Fooking hell, that one was a bit close…
Don’t fancy yours much Pilch.
Pilchard wins!
Mm, i think Pilchard wins, and that is even over me, and i ate hippy food. Sounds delicious.
My desk is still buzzing.
Harrumph. Beginners luck…
*cowers under desk*
Seriouzzly guyz – this might be it…
Pilchard’s measley pitta bread and nuts lunch shits on that garbage Clarry ate.
Wha.. What?
Fook sake Nap, pick the turkey, sorry filth, out and that is a perfectly respectable lunch, sorry dinner.
HAPPY NOW?!
thunderandlighteningz very very frighteningzz
Luxury yoghurts? Dried fucking apricots? Fruit and bloody nut mix?
FILTH!
SHAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAP
FILTH!
It was very tasty thankingyou.
(yours is rubbisher)
*runs*
The woman who played Lou Beale in EastEnders in the ’80s is still alive!
A bag of cassava crackers, a raspberry yoghurt and a dried banana and date bar. Eat that – I am.
Just tell me where my prize is parked, and leave the keys in the exhaust pipe. Ta.
Clarry – Rubbisher? The mighty pork fucking pie? There’s nothing rubbish about the pork pies my butcher’s makes, thanks very much. And at least they have the decency to contain meat, and not that SHIT you eat.
They should put your sort in stocks and make you eat innards until you fart blood.
Ana Wing – I know! I thought that too. But that’s her fault for dying in Easties, and then never being in anything else since. What other conclusion could we have possibly come to?
I thought she was long dead.
Sorry Nap, but what about Who’s dinner?
*regresses back to unhappy school days and taunts of having dog shit sandwiches (actually Nutella)*
Clarry – It goes without saying that Who’s dinner is disgusting. Why can’t you people eat normal food? Like sausage rolls and scotch eggs?
Just noticed that the dried fruit bar has ‘for kids’ emblazoned across the wrapper. Now I’ll end up on some sort of list.
Yesterday I poached an egg that had been laid the same morning. It was the nicest egg I had ever eaten…
Why haven’t I seen Tim Vincent on TV recently? He can act, present and read. he has it all. And a second name that’s a first name.
Nick – That was a good anecdote. I’ve never eaten an egg that’s been laid the same day in my life. Strange, considering my uncle owns one of those giant chicken farms full of birds in prison laying eggs at gunpoint until their fannies fall out.
I would love to keep chickens, we did when I was a kid. Don’t have room for them in my garden.
I am looking in to bee keeping. There is a grumpy old man that keeps bees at St Catherine’s Hill near where I live. I like grumpy old people AND bees so it’s win WIN.
He went out with one of Destiny’s Child, apparently. Tim Vincent – not Dave.
Was he on Blue Peter?
I’ve been lobbying to keep bees but I can’t get the proposal past Mrs Pilchard. Perhaps Nick could get his bees to blog or tweet, so I could have some kind of vicarious involvement in their exciting lives.