We've Moved!

Whew! I'm tired now! I'm not saying it was all me. A couple of the others helped a bit.
It's not finished yet. Very much a work in progress.

I don't know why Bobo is so tired he hardly did anything...

Here's me being clever with a camera...

later...

We make bears, and...

Amongst other things we like to do key rings, but in the interest of mixing things up a bit, and keeping things fresh why don't we do the next lot of key rings a little different than the last lot?
No I don't want to. I fear change Whaaaa!

Having said that...

The key rings we do are great for people like my wife who like a nice big unloseable bunch. She'd pile on a bear or two. A heart shaped thing, something with a photo in it. One of those things that aren't a pound coin but work in shopping trolleys etc.

I prefer to slim things down a little...

Something like this might be nice...

Oo yeah, that might work. Light, slim, sexy. I can see that working as a bear key ring. Shame we don't do anything like that...

Hold your horses there fella. What's this?
It looks like I'm doing the art work for such key rings now!
I take from this that I'm doing a few of the movie bears, but I can't imagine myself not doing a few classic bears too.



You're obviously gonna want a bear that speaks of your own personality. I might go for the Joker bear, because I like jokes and mass murder.

Go on Blog!

A word of warning. This post contains links to other places on the interweb. Click them and won't find yourself on a hardcore porn site, but you may find yourself outside your comfort zone. (unless you're comfortable with blue eyeliner that is.)

Go on do a blog. Why? Because Kirsty wishes it. That is why. (competition rules here)
If you're anything like these guys you'll do what you're told, because you know that women know best. (and it's hard to say no to kirsters)

The idea is that you, the blog reader, become the blog writer.

The nice thing about a blog is that it can be about just about anything. That last link is to bloggers with an interest in "female led relationships"!?! I've checked and there's more people with an interest in buses ! At first I thought that maybe "buses" was code for something else a bit more interesting, but no Buses means buses.

There's this guy in with those guys, who I would have thought would have got on well with my dad.
While my mates dad down the road had the poster of the tennis girl scratching her bum in the loo, my dad plumped for paintings of classic cars all over the house.

As I write this there are 313 people on blogger who list Satan in their interests.
Not to worry though 132000 people list God amongst their interests. So, er, yeah god! Go god! Whoop!
30 nerds and/or geeks on blogger are into "zx spectrum"
Whilst 2200 are into "time travel"
A rather pitiful 6 who declare an interest in "bad taste bears"
168000 are into "sex" that's more than God!
And perhaps sickest of all there are 10 who like "blue eyeliner" Yeah I know. There are some freaks out there!

So a blog can be by anyone about anything.
Sadly "My husband is an asshole" was last updated in 2005
And "my husband is crap" stopped in September 2008. So I take from that, that men as a whole are getting better. (apart from maybe me)

You are free to blog about anything you like, but I guess it won't win our little competition unless it's about bears. (at least loosely)

And you are free from constraints too. (someone on one of the forums complained that i'd aligned text centre on one post, as apposed to to left, so I was asked to change it!)
We're following some blogs now. Just go into our profile and have a look. If your thing ain't there then leave a comment or something to let me know about you.

You go girl(or boy)friend!

Nigel

Humm... Semi nudity...

Ah now, being, what some might call, a "deconstructed man" if there's one thing I like it's a semi naked lady.
If I were to be pressed further as to what I might like more than a semi naked lady I would have to say two semi naked ladies.
Which is why I'm giving serious consideration to attending the bad taste bears Bearlesque Masquerade on Saturday 18th April.
Burlesque is actually better than just plain old ordinary semi nudity, as there's more than just skin on display there's actually talent too. A performance. Something a little more interesting than a straight strip.
I'm keeping my ears closed to the details of the performances so that I may be maximally pleasantly surprised.
You ladies will be able to appreciate the performance I'm sure. (All women are a bit bisexual too so that will help)
It's also important that you insure that your man gets a good seat, as you'll be able to reap the rewards later in the boudoir.
Does it matter who puts the petrol in the engine as long as it's you who gets to drive round the race track? And by that I mean he might want to have sex with you.
I'm being a little base I know. It is an art form. But it's one of those art forms that can be appreciated on two levels.

As well as the semi nudity there will also probably be some other stuff. Click here to find out what.
Personally they had me at Burlesque...

behind the scenes peek

Look at this angry young man.
You know what it's like. You're on a night out with the lads. You had a row with the wife before you came out over her wanting you stop gambling, or to get a job, or stop injecting or whatever. So you're not in a fast hurry to go home.
All you want is a few drinks.
One turns into two, which pretty quickly becomes three, then four, then six, then... er... what was I... erm...
Then you're thinking "Oo look at her over there... I should go over there and turn on the charm..."
There's a blank patch of memory during which time you lost your shoes, and ended up outside in the rain.
You're close to the edge, it's not going to take much to send you over.
Then you get a text off the girlfriend "You're dumped!"

Before you know it you're up the top of the Empire state batting away the police biplanes with a traffic cone...
It's happened to us all.

Anyway here's some behind the scenes shots of the Nigel's Friday night out bear (or Kongo as everyone else is calling it)

Empire state made out of Chocolate? Hummm.

"Grrrr! Kongo Mad!"

That last shot inspired me to photochop this little scene together.

Come down from the ceiling,
I didn't mean to get so high.
I couldn't do what I wanted to do,
When my lips were dry.
You can't just up and leave me,
I'm a singer in a band.
Well I like drummers baby.
You're not my bag.

Till next time...

Just don't tell the daily mail...

Do something on Christmas for the blog." I was told.
"Yeah sure." I thought. Why not? It's not like some Christmas fun is going to land me in a load of deep shit or anything, is it?
Or is it?
So I wrote a load of words and that about Christmas Dinner. Having done that I took it upon myself to pile some humourous links into it too.
Click on the word chocolate, and it took you to a picture of a baby covered in chocolate.
Click on a Turkey, and it took you to a picture of a turkey pecking president Bushes balls.
Click on the word Bitch and it took you to a picture of a half naked lady with a Santa hat on nearly doing something with a beer bottle.

oops.

A couple of you complained on the forums about that particular shocking image.
I'm not going to defend myself. You were offended. It was removed. Sorry.

I thought that I could blog with wild abandon because one of our bears is having sex with a sheep. And you seem to like that.
Like I say. I'm not looking to defend myself. It's a bit of a shocking thing to come (or cum) across, but there's nothing more on show there than you see on the average bear.
All you can see is the nipples. (the internet contains other images where you can actually see stuff "going in")
Is there a sort of bear filter in play here?
You may like to see a bears nipples, but not a ladies?
Please let me know. I'm not looking to piss you off. (if it wasn't for you guys I wouldn't have a job.)

Here's my "artists" impression of the offending image through the bear filter...
And be warned. The original is underneath it. Do not click that weird line if you are likely to be offended by the image. I just thought that I had to put it there so that those who wish to judge can judge.

To my mind the offensive elements of the image are the blue eyeliner and the clear plastic heals.

Then after that I caused further offence by being racist...

A couple of weeks ago I was watching a Youtube party on MTV. They, and loads of really famous people were celebrating youtubes success, and they were asking the famous what there favorite youtube vids were.
One of these guys was Wyclef Jean of Fugees fame. He said that his favourite video was Charlie Brown Kwanzaa.
Now there's no link here for that. If you want to see it you need to make a proper effort. You need to go over there, and find it. If you do find yourself watching it it won't be by accident.

I caused offence. And I can see why. Sorry.

I thought that you'd all be unoffendable. Turns out the repeated use of the "N" word does cause offense.
In my own twisted world the "N" word is very offensive if spoken by a white person. I personally don't find kwanzaa offensive because it's been dubbed over by black people.
I like listening to gangster rap (even though I'm possibly the whitest man alive) Dizzy, Dre, and snoop all use the "N" word a lot, and that's fine in my eyes.
But I'm white. Am I allowed to like it?
Wyclef Jean of Fugees fame likes Charlie Brown Kwanzaa.
But I'm white. Am I allowed to like it?
I thought it was funny because in it Charley Brown's a pimp, and does loads of swearing.
I should have at least warned you. I know that now.

Again.
I'm sorry for any offense caused. The first and last thing we at Bad Taste towers want to do is cause offense.
(That is why if you click on the word bitch in the post below you will be taken to a picture of a little fluffy kitten. Aw. Bless.)

Happy Xmas

Ah Christmas.
Again!
We seem to do this every year now. We dig ourselves a little deeper into debt to buy a bunch of stuff people don’t want, and what do you get in return?
Shower gel.
What are they trying to say? Or am I the only one who gets shower gel? It’s just me isn’t it. I smell.
The tradition of giving gifts at Christmas started with the three wise men giving their gifts to the baby Jesus. Their names were Gaspar Marks, Melchior Spencer, and Balthasar J. Argos.
Bastards.
If they’d just given Alcohol then that would be the tradition now, and I’d be able to get pissed all the way through to April. As it is now I’m going to be able to smell nice though to April.

It’s not all about the giving and receiving of socks and shower gel though. There is eating too…
My Breakfast on Christmas morning will usually consist of a fist full of nuts, one of the kid’s selection boxes and a tangerine. Lunch will be something light like another selection box, some of the chocolate decorations off the tree, some more nuts. Another tangerine. A bacon sandwich with a quarter of Christmas cake smothered with Bailey’s Irish cream for pudding. (Bailey’s is a cream). I am then wheeled over to my chair where a bowl of Cadbury’s miniature heroes can be found within arms length. These aren’t easy to get down past the nuts, the orange, the bacon and the cake. So it’s at this point I like to start washing the bite size confections down with a can of beer. Or if I’m feeling particularly festive, a can of sherry. It’s important to go easy as one can often find ones self in trouble when it comes to the CHRISTMAS DINNER.

“Dinner” doesn’t really convey what you’re up against here though. It’s like referring to Everest as a hill.
There’s roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, baby potatoes, baby roast potatoes. Carrots, sprouts, cabbage, peas, Yorkshire pudding, and parsnip. There’s roast pork, sliced ham, roast beef, applesauce, and sausages, and sausages wrapped in bacon. (Because a sausage isn’t quite meaty enough), and cranberry sauce. Some little scotch eggs too.
Then of course there’s the Turkey.
But is it a turkey? The thing we got last year was so big I suspect it was the product of a union between an ostridge and raptor.
There is no way to eat all this. It’s impossible. Impossible without gravy to lubricate the tubes. And a can of lager, and a sherry, and a bailey’s.
The tablecloth is there for one reason. To hide the fact that everyone has their belts undone.
The short gap between turkey and pudding is filled with witty conversation and eggnog.
No body wants it. No body needs it, but it’s brought in all the same.
Pudding.
Pudding was invented because your average dinner isn’t big enough to fill you up, but then again the average dinner doesn’t cast a shadow. (Any bigger and there’d be mountain goats on it hopping from roast potato to parsnip.)
There’s chocolate cake, arctic roll, and éclairs to get through before the Christmas pud is rolled out of the kitchen, up a ramp, and on to the table.
You can’t fit it in. Your full. Your stomach is full. Your neck is full. You’ve got potato in your cheeks and you have a little sausage under your tongue. Any more food and you’re going to have to resort to filling up a lung with Christmas pudding.
It does look nice though.
It takes a while to get away from the table. You know it’s going to be an effort. You don’t make the effort for the Queens speech, but you do for Wallace and Gromit. The three yard walk brings on the meat sweats. You fall back into your seat, look over to your right. The bitch has filled up the Cadbury’s heroes bowl again.
She’s trying to kill me!

Happy Christmas.