
Iggy reckons any TV execs reading the rider online might start a bidding war for his show that sees dog lovers cook and eat dead pooches. Reminds me a little of the grim opening chapter in JG Ballard's stunning High Rise, in which the lead character is...well I'll let you read it yourself.
If the currently gigging Iggy has his wicked way - bow wow chow might be the next big thing in TV dinners.
And it brings a whole new light to the ageing hipster's song, "I wanna be your dog". Woof.
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