MasterChugs Theater: ‘The World’s End’

Nostalgia can be a bitter drink.

When he was 17 years old, Gary King was The King of his set of mates in Newton Haven, leading them on an unsuccessful attempt to hit all twelve pubs in a one-night crawl as adulthood arrived. The King’s friends grew up and moved on, but it’s been all downhill since for Gary. Twenty years later, he shows up in his friends’ lives out of the blue to re-enact that last act of defiant youth, and somehow convinces them do to it. But the town of Newton Haven has changed a lot since they left — and it’s not just their famous organic farming, either. Will the Five Three Actually Well, Four Musketeers make it to the twelfth pub known as the World’s End — and will that actually be the end of the world?

Last week, I gave a quick blurb (super duper quick) about The World’s End. That is not the review that it deserves whatsoever. Hit the jump to read what hopefully is. Continue reading MasterChugs Theater: ‘The World’s End’

That’s some vaguely sexist police work there, Lou

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It’s a good thing that she aroused police suspicions in Columbia and not Mexico. Those officers look for candy in fake bellies.

Known to pull out of an social situation at a moment’s notice, the Guys don’t know a lot about babies or pregnancy. And we’ve proven on several occasions that we barely know women. (And three out of four of us are married or engaged to fully-documented women.)

So, we’ll just take it on faith from the airport police in Colombia that pregnant women just love to discuss their pregnancy and allow strangers to touch their bellies. And if they exhibit any reticence to either, then they must have something to hide.

In the case of the Bitchy Pregnant Canadian in Terminal C, it turned out that she was smuggling cocaine. So, way to go, weirdly sexist policewoman’s intuition!

Your tips just aren’t enough

The next time you step in to a gentleman’s club, you need not worry that the ladies are not fully compensated for their talents — on top of tips from the audience.

A federal judge in New York has ruled that a nearby strip club must pay its dancers minimum wage, because they are people, and work for tips. Like all of the waiters and bartenders you ignore. This is a big step for the dancers, and this could end up being a nationwide thing if it goes far enough.

They are even fighting for this in Grand Junction (heh), Colorado. The lawyers in these cases must have to apologize to the court for the body glitter on the filings.