Wednesday, 8 June 2011

HTV1 "On Air" Very Soon!


It doesn't get more exciting than this...

The first Hampstead Village Voice Television (HTV1) show, "Friday Night Not Live" recently filmed at the Coffee Cup (ed. Where else?) will be broadcast by the last week of June 2011. As we speak, the crew are busy editing and chopping off the naff bits so, needless to say, that ought to leave us with about 5 minutes of footage from about an hours filming. Hurrah!

In this inaugural broadcast, Mustafa Goldstein and The Bombardier Bard are joined by weather man and rock guitarist Stephen Dale-Petit and the staff of the Coffee Cup in what will be a damned entertaining five minutes, I should co-co.

Watch this space for the link to HTV1 which ought to be up and running by the 20th of June. Cor Blimey Guvnor!

Toodle-Pip!

Emmanuel Mustafa Goldstein
Television Producer in Coffee Cup.

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?


WANTED: Klaus Von Kunst

As if life wasn't difficult enough, I seem to have lost one of my top writers Dr. Klaus Von Kunst who, since bumping into an old flame called Heidi in New York, has gone A.W.O.L. I had begged him not to go to New York - one simply can't trust Americans these days - and now I fear he has been extradited or sent to Guantanamo.

It's quite likely the CIA and/or Lockheed Martin might have mistaken him for yours truly after I wrote a scathing piece on their involvement in the 2011 UK Census in the current edition of the Hampstead [Pramstead] Village Voice. Naturally, I fear the w├╝rst for poor Klausylein and think he may indeed now be clad in orange, as is the custom for enemies of Airstrip One.

Fortunately, we are in the process of establishing Hampstonia's very own secret service, namely HSBC (Hampstead Secret Bureau of Conspiracies) and have already elected he who is known only as Herr Director (A.K.A. the Big Chief).

So worry not dearest Klausy - we'll be sending the HSBC seals before the Septics can get the electrodes onto your testicles. We may, however, wait until the very last minute so that you get to have a some sort of uniformed nurse shave and wet said scrotum, tenderly, with baby oil. A most pleasant experience.

Hoorah for Hampstead!
Viva Hampstonia!

Yours spankingly,

E. M. Goldstein x
Enemy of Big Brother