From August 22, 2012.
An Australian reader sent this over to me earlier today. It appeared in a free Sydney newspaper yesterday and chronicled, I imagine, the inner workings of Noel Fielding’s (is this really him?) psyche revealing most aptly that he and I are quite clearly kindred spirits living on the opposite ends of a pond filled with inanimate objects and awkward adornments. Copious googly eyes where sight don’t shine, unexpected facial hair (Brillo) and an outlandish flamingo looking nowhere in particular and pecking for a good time? It’s just too good, too accurate, too weird to be anything else.
