Tag Archives: Andrea Gentl

Why the Bell End Season has Started Slowly Down South

One of the reasons. The other reasons are similarly lovely. Winnie Richards, Steve Burnett, Inez Valk, Lisa Howard, Justus Kempthorne, Kristie Burnett, Rob Howard, Table on Ten, abundant tomatoes.

September 12, 2012  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment

Bell End Marge Returns to The Catskills. There are Fireworks.

With the pundits forecasting Brooklyn temperatures in the high 90′s, Bell End Marge decided to take a 4th of July break and head 175 miles north, to the place of her birth; Bovina, village of the oreo-stained cow and the … Continue reading

July 10, 2012  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment

Nobody Does Chinese Teabagging Like Andrea Gentl Does Chinese Teabagging

A shoutout to the Infinitely Tasteful from the Infinitely Tasteless. It’s no great secret that Selwyn has a favourite Bellender in the ethereally witchy form of Andrea (Now Forager) Gentl. I mean, he has all sorts of favourites for all sorts … Continue reading

June 29, 2012  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment

The Faces of Bell End – Guido Vitti (Chapter One)

It’s been a month since we air-kissed at the preview of Neil Powell’s Bandits at Bell End, where we took advantage of a tidal ebb of the assembled Beautiful and Damned to inaugurate the 2012 Faces of Bell End Projekt. Guido … Continue reading

May 12, 2012  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment

The Raising of Lazarus: Grant Cornett Regurgitates Marlow at Bell End

‘I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.’ (John, 11:25) “I am shit-faced.” (Julian, 12:30) Remember the Marlows? Hey, Nancy Iacoi, remember the Marlows? George Pitts, Mike and … Continue reading

January 30, 2012  • Posted in Announcements  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,  •  1 Comment

If You Weren’t Licked, Maybe You Weren’t Worth Licking.

We are haunted by the clarion call for a post-mortem of last Thursday night’s Bell End happening. Haunted as in the song of the same name. Y’know, Sinead O’Connor soars over the first verse as if she was the Angel … Continue reading

December 23, 2011  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,  •  2 Comments

“Le feu ! Le feu !” – Squealing and Fluttering of Hands at Bell End!

And you thought the evening was about trimming trees, pubic topiary and crushes Ancient & Modern? Think again. The cast is assembled: Andrea Gentl and Nancy Iacoi are alchemizing, Sivan Lewin, Constance Giamo and Ken Harris are at the beer … Continue reading

December 10, 2011  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment