MAMMY TUNA

Mammy Tuna es un grupo donde unos señores tocan unos instrumentos. Tambien hay una señora, muy guapa por cierto, creo que se llama David.

Como veis en realidad son atunes vestidos de personas, y aunque al principio dan un poco de miedo he llegado a pasar buenos ratos con ellos. Una vez que te acostumbras a que estas hablando con peces gigantes y que han de llevar unas bombonas de agua en la cabeza para no morir, resultan ser personas muy agradables y entrañables con mucho talento musical.

En mi tiempo metido en su ambiente extraño y submarino he aprendido muchas cosas, y se me han ocurrido algunas frasecitas que me gustaria compartir con vosotros. 

Os animo a que añadais mas si se os ocurren o me digais cuales son vuestras favoritas.

MAMMY TUNA: NO MAS TUNA ABURRIDA

MAMMY TUNA: NEVER JUDGE A BAND BY ITS NAME
MAMMY TUNA: NO ES UNA NUEVA MARCA DE ATUN
MAMMY TUNA: PREGUNTENOS POR EL ORIGEN DE

NUESTRO NOMBRE
MAMMY TUNA: NO OS PREOCUPEIS, J ESTA POR

DETRAS Y SE LE VE MUY POQUITO
MAMMY TUNA: PORQUE LAS SARDINAS ESTAN MUY

VISTAS
MAMMY TUNA: TE SORPRENDEREMOS CON NUESTRAS

VESTIMENTAS ESTRAMBOTICAS
MAMMY TUNA: TAMBIEN CONOCIDOS COMO MR. T
MAMMY TUNA: WE PLAY GUITARS AND STUFF
MAMMY TUNA: YOUR FUEL FOR THE WEEK
MAMMY TUNA: BETTER THAN THE OTHER GUYS
MAMMY TUNA: NOW, WITH EXTRA TUNA
MAMMY TUNA: NOW, WITH EXTRA BUTTERFLIES
MAMMY TUNA: PARA PC O MAC
MAMMY TUNA: CON BLUETOOTH Y CONEXION WIFI DE

ALTA VELOCIDAD
MAMMY XXNA: SOLO FALTAS TU
MAMMY TOON: VERSION DIBUJOS ANIMADOS
MAMASITA TUNA: VERSION CARIBEÑA
MAMMYTUNA:SINBARRAESPACIADORA
MAAAAAAAMMMY TUUUUUNA : DILO CANTANDO
MAMMY TU NA NA NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA HEEEY

JUUUUDE
MAMMY TUNA: MEJOR QUE GRADUACIONES, EXAMENES

DE SABADOS O COMUNIDADES AUTONOMAS DEL NORTE
MAMMY TUNA: "ANUT YMMAM" ESCRITO DEL REVES

Si no les habeis escuchado aun os ordeno que lo hagais:

http://www.myspace.com/mammytunaband

Si os ha gustado os pido que les voteis, mas info aqui:

http://mammytuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/arenal-sound-2011.html

mas sobre esto pronto.

-DM  ;)



Royal Duties

Royal Duties By Geoff Wilkins

Blood trickled down his arm.

He held the severed head of the leader of the rebels triumphantly over his own, for all to see.
The crowd cheered the Hero, whose name was Anthracis, as he approached the King´s throne.

“ My liege your enemy has been vanquished” proclaimed Anthracis “ and his second in command has been captured to be interrogated” He pointed to the man to his left, who was tied and gagged.

The Old King stroked his beard and rose to address the people.

“Let it be known in all the realm that the Hero Anthracis has completed his quest successfully” He declared “ The leader of the rebels is no more, and with him will end the danger faced by our people. As promised, I officially declare Anthracis a Knight in the Royal Court”

The people cheered again and applauded, but in the confusion a spear pierced the King's heart. It was Vincent, the rebels second in command, who had freed himself and grabbed the guard's weapon.

He turned to Anthracis who in a swift movement of his sword disarmed him and with the guards help apprehended him again.

In the panic and mourning the wise men of the kingdom held an emergency meeting to declare the new king, and found that the recently appointed knight Anthracis was the next in line, for all the other knights and royal princes had been slain in the past weeks by the rebels.

Amongst the first points of order of the new king was to libetate Vincent as an act of good faith with the rebels, who in return declared a peace with the new king. Several days later they were given lands, as part of the agreement, and their new leader Vincent was named baron.
However the new king ensured the Baron Vincent was not in the line of succession. Just in case.

The Bloody End

King Size

King Size

By Geoffrey Wilkins

Bacon hamburger, large, double strawberry milkshake and an apple for desert, “ ´cause we gotta be healthy”

John Smith had the same lunch at Bob's Diner every day. His doctor told him it wasn't such a good idea, but old habits die hard, and in the case of John Smith his habits may as well have been called McClane.

One such day after work in the office he bumbled out of the door holding his silly briefcase, with his shirt buttons ready to pop out, looking more like a cartoon than a person. His cell rang, it was his wife. Damn woman, she kept nagging about this and that and the kids and the bills. He hung up as he entered Bob's without a goodbye.

Bob poked his bald greasy head from behind the counter.

“You're little late today. Everything all right?” he asked

“Got a late order at the office and couldn't get out sooner” John answered hastily “Is my lunch ready?

“Its a little cold, let me warm it up for you”

“Never mind, I will have it as it is, I don't want to be any bother” John said, to get his food faster.

His hamburger brought him the first smile of the day, well, the second, the first was to a breakfast doughnut. He looked forward to this moment ever since he clocked in, and he was going to enjoy it. He was happy here.

He had gobbled down the whole thing when three armed gangsters stormed into the diner shooting in the air and begun yelling at Bob to hand over the money from the register.

Everyone jumped to the floor but John was struggling to get his belly out of the gap between the bench and the table. One of the robbers moved through the people taking money and  jewellery.

“Hey Fatty give me your wallet!” the robber barked at John when he saw him still sitting.

“OK! OK!” John tried to answer, but couldn't. He was choking on his apple core. Everyone else was to busy panicking to be able to help.

The robber took his wallet from the table and the gang was out of there leaving John to die.

The Bloody End.

Remember

Remember

By Geoffrey Wilkins

“Little girls shouldn't play with older boys” her mother would tell her.

“Well, mother is long gone now” she thinks as she smokes her fourth cigarette in a row, sitting by the window and watching the rain fall.

She remembers a time from her youth when love was exciting and an adventure. She remembers the songs that told her all she needed in the world was love. So she had loved and it felt good, but now, two divorces later love doesn't seem so good.

“Love always runs out” she thinks, as she starts her fifth cigarette “ the trick is to die before that happens”

She had loved too much and too hard and it had run out. Twice.

“I can love again” she thinks “but this time I will do it right, I will pace myself and I won't let it consume me. It only takes a little head to manage the heart”

She finishes her cigarette and notices how cold the weather is outside. She stands up to make some tea as she thinks of love, her youth and how she misses it. She longs for it too much. She knows she is going to get hurt again no matter what plan she makes or how much she fools herself because love is not rational and can't be planned out.

She returns to her spot with her tea and understands finally after so many years that even if it ends disastrously, love is worth it and it really is all you need.

She takes out her sixth cigarette and strikes a match to light it. Her house blows up. She had left the gas open.

When her husband, who she was divorcing, finds out she's dead he is horrified but at the same time slightly relieved

The Bloody End.

Trapped Within

Trapped Within

By Geoffrey Wilkins

Down the river-walk live all the outcasts and forgotten people. It is also where the whores work.

Sandra is a transsexual, she used to be Stanley and worked in a metal factory. He felt he was a woman trapped in a burly hairy man's body, so he became a she.

He knew what he was getting into, he knew she would never get a decent job or be accepted in society and yet he had to do it. She wasn't sorry about his decision, just a little frustrated with her new life.

After a few months she ran into some friends, they didn't recognise him

She flirted with one. A co-worker from the factory, a tall man called Nick. He had always liked Nick, but never could do or say anything about it. Now it was different. She slept with him, she had never felt anything quite like it.

She looked down at the man below her, pleasured to the point of ecstasy and rolled over beside him. She decided to tell his friend that it was him.

The look of horror on Nick's face she will never forget, not the scorching pain when he beat her and scarred her with his marital ring.

She spent all her money on booze and stopped trying to find work. She now understood really what she had become. Now all she had left was to blow the labourers for a few dollars and spend it all on drinks and drugs.

A car drove in and stopped in front of her. It was Nick. They parked in a dark street and had sex again. After it, he became disgusted with what he had done and strangled her to death. He kicked her out of the car and left her there as he drove away.

Several years later he died of AIDS.

The Bloody End

A Sad Man

A Sad Man
By Geoffrey Wilkins

Every night before bed Martin W. Saucer takes the trash out to the building door. He lives in an apartment block.
Tonight, however, he can't find the energy to get out of his bed. He has been there almost every minute since she left him. It's like he has lost the will to be alive.
He listens to music, “Yesterday”, by The Beatles. He cries. He waits.
Nothing happens.

“Why did she leave?” He asks himself “What did I do?”

He takes some pills. He falls asleep.
Hours later he wakes up He has blood on his hands.
She is dead on the floor. She has been dead for days. She never left, he killed her. He killed her out of jealousy. He thought she was going to leave him so he killed her before she could.

“Why did you leave me?” he asks her

Her decaying corpse offers no answer. It remains impassive, challenging him. It mocks him with it's silence.

“How dare you?” He screams at her, furious.

He stabs her again. He takes out her eyes, so they will stop looking at him. He wants to keep them. He sets fire to the rest, he uses some gasoline he has for the car and a kitchen match.

“That'll teach her, for leaving me!”

The fire spreads to the rooms and burns his house.

“It's hot here” he thinks before he dies asphyxiated by the smoke along with a family of four who live in the flat next door.
The firemen are called in and put the fire out a few hours later.

The Bloody End

One Fleeting Second Before

One Fleeting Second Before

By Geoffrey Wilkins

Young Alexandra Adams, daughter of Lee and Heather Adams, sister of Joseph, lover of Robert.

She walks fast down the road with her purse tightly held under her arms. It's dark and deserted. She stops to light a cigarette and continues walking, looking often over her shoulders.
She arrives at her car, drops her half smoked cigarette on the floor and steps on it. She rummages for her keys in her purse and takes them out slowly.
She opens her car and throws her purse in the passengers seat. She quickly gets in and locks the door. She ignites her car, backs out of her spot and drives out carefully. She is safe now. She turns on the heater. It feels nice.
She longs to be home with her loved ones. She thinks of her puppy who she just adopted. She turns into the highway. There aren't many cars, it's quite late. She lets the drivers pass her, she is in no hurry. She soon arrives at the intersection and pulls out of the highway.
She looks left, then right before proceeding out. She drives on and turns into the first street on the left and a large truck drives right into her side of the car. The driver, drunk, speeds away.

An old man comes to help her get out. She is dead.

The Bloody End.