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Maninpants

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About Me

A bit of a fat bastard. A bit of a bald bastard. A bit of a tattooed bastard. All in all, a bit of a bastard. Created some 10 years ago in Inverness’ much lamented Tickled Rib Comedy Club run by Jason and Scott, The Maninpants gained a small degree of fame for his combination of bad jokes, poor puns, and a penchant for ritual slaughter. One reviewer stated that; "Love him or hate him. But you’ll never forget him". Which makes The Maninpants the comedy equivalent of Marmite. For the past few years he has been incarcerated in Porterfield Prison in Inverness, and resembled a morbidly obese Michael Scofield. But he’s now out and looking to gain venegance on all those bastards that found him unfunny in the first place, or who folded their arms hoping to see comedy magic like John Sessions.If you would like to book The Maninpants for a gig, performance, party or Pant-a-gram, you can contact him here or e-mail him at [email protected] NOTE; ALL THOSE PEOPLE LISTED AS "FRIENDS" ARE IN FACT ACQUAINTANCES OR ARTISTS WHO APPEAL TO MIP. NONE ARE ACTUAL OR REAL FRIENDS. MIP DOES NOT DO FRIENDS. MIP IS SOCIALLY INADEQUATE AND IS THEREFORE A FORENSIC PROFILERS WET DREAM.

My Interests

Stalking celebrities, raising the undead

I'd like to meet:

No-One in particular

Music:

Everybody listed as Friends. A general balance of light and dark, thoughtful and frothy. Luke Leighfield on a sunny day, Boyd Rice on a cloudy day. But music and art EVERY day.

Movies:

E.T., Greystoke, Dirty Harry

Television:

Heroes, Lost, Dexter, Soprano's, Sky Sports News during a transfer window. The Mighty Boosh, Flight of the Conchords, Family Guy.

Books:

Get Your Cock Out by Mark Manning, Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z Brite, Death in the Afternoon by Ernest Hemingway, Mr Nosey and Mr Tickle.

Heroes:

Hiro, Hugo "Hurley" Reyes

My Blog

Old Lady Love

Anybody else amongst you fancy old ladies? Whenever I see a bubble perm these days I go weak at the knee's. I trawl the Post Offices of Inverness, trailing the scent of lavender oil and stale urine. W...
Posted by Maninpants on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 10:23:00 PST

People have asked me....

....where I get my pants. Obviously as a fashion icon I prefer to keep this information close to my heart. Or in this case, my winkle. More recently I've been buying cheap pants from Tesco as I like t...
Posted by Maninpants on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 08:16:00 PST

Where has the Maninpants been?

Recently released from Porterfield Prison in Inverness, I am looking to pick up where I left off. Trawling the streets for fresh meat. As Britains first mass murdering comedian I gained noto...
Posted by Maninpants on Sun, 13 May 2007 01:40:00 PST

Saliva on my rotund stomach.

Not as a result of some dubious sexual practice but due to an overactive saliva gland and an overactive sense of gluttony. My first blog and the knowledge that no bugger is going to read it. But I'm ...
Posted by Maninpants on Sun, 06 May 2007 09:03:00 PST