Begin with one fit 35 year old naked man, washed and trimmed
Marinate the man in a pint glass full of top shelf vodka while irradiating the man’s skull with a proton accelerator until the brains start leaking out the ears into the vodka.
Next, count out random numbers until you are bored. The addition of boredom will give this cocktail an umami-ennui flavor.
Use an industrial hair dryer to blow off any unwanted brain foam.
Add ice, cover and shake until the man loses consciousness. This can be difficult to gauge, as his brains will have all entered the vodka by now.
Remove and discard the man then continue to shake aggressively until the sound echos in your mind for eternity.
Pour into a chilled martini glass and garnish with pretentious conversation about time paradoxes.
Methinks “starkers” would also be an appropriate tag.
I thought he was standing oddly, maybe knock-kneed, but then I realized it was quite logical for him to have his legs clamped together firmly, what with … whatever’s going on. We know it’s dangerous thanks to the helpfully-labeled gizmo on the left.
As usual, the badger seems to be looking askance as he exits stage right to get away from it all.
@JP: GSS. And all for two bob. But you’ve got to do it well outside the city limits.
@Ray P: from our Department of Obscure and Useless Knowledge, the music track behind that scene (if I’ve got the reference right) is called “Viper Vapour”.
(Hoping to make this page the top Google hit for that title.)
Very much enjoying this thread, but still cannot resolve the paradox of the author’s name. Is it Lionel Roberts or, as the link to Amazon has it, Robert Lionel? And is there or is there not a hyphen in the title? Actually, I think @VLTTP has pretty much said all that can be said about this book. Actually, I think @VLTTP has pretty much said all that can be said about this book.
@Lurker If it has Anita Pallenberg and Jane Fonda over-stimulating the Mathmos you’ve got it right. Soundtrack also features “Sonata for executioner and various young women.”
The dialog is actually: “What is it?” “Essence of Man.” “Essence of Man!?” It would have made even less sense out-of-context than it does though.
“Viper vapour”, appropriately, has plenty of mouth-organ.
@Tag Wiz—Yes, thanks, but that still doesn’t explain why one cover has it one way and the other has it the other way. Unless, of course, one of them is supposed to be titled Echo Time, or Echo-Time.
I love this tidbit from the article you linked to:
pseudonyms included Neil Balfort, Othello Baron, Oben Lerteth, Elton T Neef, Peter O’Flinn, René Rolant, Robin Tate and Deutero Spartacus. All but the last are partial anagrams of his name.
@Ray P #21: That’s it exactly. Ah, to be 18 again and watching the opening credits for the first time. Although I suspect the version that I saw back then was a few seconds shorter—I doubt that the Powers That Were would have allowed we hotblooded young’uns to be corrupted by the sight of Jane’s devil’s dumplings. Where was Space Sheep when they needed him?
Well, when this film first appeared I was still being weaned. Didn’t see it until around twenty years later when all involved were well past their peak. The opening titles do make a (deliberately) unsuccessful essay on covering up Miss Fonda. I’d forgotten before reviewing the beginning how much of her is visible. Especially (coincidentally?) when Roger Vadim’s nom appears on the screen. IMDB has some amusing behind-the-scenes photographs of chez Vadim-Fonda with Calamity Jane in costume stood at a stove stirring something/one French no doubt. And pics of Roger personally hands-on adjusting the rips in her bodysuit on set.
Funny to think of her appearing in a Godard movie, a few years after this one, though it is in many respects weirder, despite being about striking French factory workers.
April 23rd, 2020 at 9:49 am
“It’s OK, I don’t want an all-over tan, just the face. But I will strip off anyway.”
April 23rd, 2020 at 12:58 pm
To get your-self serious villain-credibility, execute your naked-victims in a giant-blender.
April 23rd, 2020 at 1:03 pm
In the future, bar equipment will be designed by AIs trained on the works of Salvador Dali.
April 23rd, 2020 at 1:28 pm
‘Do not read too much Lionel Fanthorpe at one go, your brains will turn to guacamole and drip out of your ears’ Neil Gaiman (Kindle version blurb)
April 23rd, 2020 at 3:12 pm
The Time Echo cocktail:
Begin with one fit 35 year old naked man, washed and trimmed
Marinate the man in a pint glass full of top shelf vodka while irradiating the man’s skull with a proton accelerator until the brains start leaking out the ears into the vodka.
Next, count out random numbers until you are bored. The addition of boredom will give this cocktail an umami-ennui flavor.
Use an industrial hair dryer to blow off any unwanted brain foam.
Add ice, cover and shake until the man loses consciousness. This can be difficult to gauge, as his brains will have all entered the vodka by now.
Remove and discard the man then continue to shake aggressively until the sound echos in your mind for eternity.
Pour into a chilled martini glass and garnish with pretentious conversation about time paradoxes.
Cheers!
April 23rd, 2020 at 4:37 pm
Ben Affleck experiences personal grooming of tomorrow, today.
And all for two bob.
April 23rd, 2020 at 4:38 pm
“I just wanted some professional head shots, but if you say I have to get nude and climb into this giant goblet, well, you’re the photographer!”
April 23rd, 2020 at 6:03 pm
Having tired of Cheri’s insistence on playing the ‘W’ game every night, Tony decides to give the Orgasmatron™ a whirl.
April 23rd, 2020 at 6:41 pm
Not to be judgmental or anything, but is this one of “those” books…?
April 23rd, 2020 at 6:51 pm
Speaking of paradoxes, can someone explain this one to me?
April 23rd, 2020 at 8:05 pm
@BC I happen to have a picture of that book I was going to submit, but it didn’t seem bad enough.
April 23rd, 2020 at 11:46 pm
This is more like! Gaudy, jumbled, and Rev. F!
Methinks “starkers” would also be an appropriate tag.
I thought he was standing oddly, maybe knock-kneed, but then I realized it was quite logical for him to have his legs clamped together firmly, what with … whatever’s going on. We know it’s dangerous thanks to the helpfully-labeled gizmo on the left.
As usual, the badger seems to be looking askance as he exits stage right to get away from it all.
@JP: GSS. And all for two bob. But you’ve got to do it well outside the city limits.
April 24th, 2020 at 2:36 pm
What’s a ‘Time-Echo’ anyway?
April 24th, 2020 at 2:38 pm
What’s a ‘Time-Echo’ anyway?
April 24th, 2020 at 2:43 pm
What’s a time echo anyway?
April 24th, 2020 at 2:44 pm
what’s a time….
April 24th, 2020 at 2:55 pm
@Verylate “That’s enough, Data.”
I’ve noted this before, but old-time sf book covers have a lot of naked men featured. It raises questions.
Tomorrowland would have been so much better like this. An opportunity for smug chin Clooney to product place a beverage brand.
“What are you smoking?”
“Essence of Man.”
April 24th, 2020 at 3:57 pm
@Ray P: from our Department of Obscure and Useless Knowledge, the music track behind that scene (if I’ve got the reference right) is called “Viper Vapour”.
(Hoping to make this page the top Google hit for that title.)
April 24th, 2020 at 6:29 pm
Very much enjoying this thread, but still cannot resolve the paradox of the author’s name. Is it Lionel Roberts or, as the link to Amazon has it, Robert Lionel? And is there or is there not a hyphen in the title? Actually, I think @VLTTP has pretty much said all that can be said about this book. Actually, I think @VLTTP has pretty much said all that can be said about this book.
April 24th, 2020 at 6:55 pm
@BC – Both are pen names of Robert Lionel Fanthorpe
April 24th, 2020 at 8:35 pm
@Lurker If it has Anita Pallenberg and Jane Fonda over-stimulating the Mathmos you’ve got it right. Soundtrack also features “Sonata for executioner and various young women.”
The dialog is actually: “What is it?” “Essence of Man.” “Essence of Man!?” It would have made even less sense out-of-context than it does though.
“Viper vapour”, appropriately, has plenty of mouth-organ.
April 25th, 2020 at 12:21 am
@Tag Wiz—Yes, thanks, but that still doesn’t explain why one cover has it one way and the other has it the other way. Unless, of course, one of them is supposed to be titled Echo Time, or Echo-Time.
I love this tidbit from the article you linked to:
pseudonyms included Neil Balfort, Othello Baron, Oben Lerteth, Elton T Neef, Peter O’Flinn, René Rolant, Robin Tate and Deutero Spartacus. All but the last are partial anagrams of his name.
We could use more Deutero Spartacus around here!
April 25th, 2020 at 2:51 am
The Time-Echo Pharmacy makes the best Manshakes!
April 25th, 2020 at 5:00 am
@Ray P #21: That’s it exactly. Ah, to be 18 again and watching the opening credits for the first time. Although I suspect the version that I saw back then was a few seconds shorter—I doubt that the Powers That Were would have allowed we hotblooded young’uns to be corrupted by the sight of Jane’s devil’s dumplings. Where was Space Sheep when they needed him?
April 26th, 2020 at 12:28 am
Well, when this film first appeared I was still being weaned. Didn’t see it until around twenty years later when all involved were well past their peak. The opening titles do make a (deliberately) unsuccessful essay on covering up Miss Fonda. I’d forgotten before reviewing the beginning how much of her is visible. Especially (coincidentally?) when Roger Vadim’s nom appears on the screen. IMDB has some amusing behind-the-scenes photographs of chez Vadim-Fonda with Calamity Jane in costume stood at a stove stirring something/one French no doubt. And pics of Roger personally hands-on adjusting the rips in her bodysuit on set.
Funny to think of her appearing in a Godard movie, a few years after this one, though it is in many respects weirder, despite being about striking French factory workers.
September 28th, 2022 at 10:05 pm
I’m Deutero Spartacus!
No, I’m Deutero Spartacus!
No, I’m Deutero Spartacus!
No, What’s a ‘Time-Echo’ anyway?
No, What’s a …
September 29th, 2022 at 9:52 pm
@Tor M 😉