After I die I will be making movies in hell!

Doris Wishman

Director - filmography
Dildo Heaven (2002)
Each Time I Kill (2002)
Satan Was a Lady (2001)
A Night to Dismember (1983)
Let Me Die a Woman (1978)
Come with Me, My Love (1976) (as Luigi Manicottale) ... aka Come with Me, My Ghost (USA) ... aka The Haunted Pussy (USA)
The Immoral Three (1975) ... aka Hotter Than Hell
Satan Was a Lady (1975) (as Kenyon Wintel)
Deadly Weapons (1974)
Double Agent 73 (1974)
Keyholes Are for Peeping (1972)
The Amazing Transplant (1970) (as Louis Silverman)
Love Toy (1968) (as Louis Silverman)
Too Much Too Often! (1968) (as Louis Silverman) ... aka Too Much, Too Soon
Indecent Desires (1967) (as Louis Silverman)
A Taste of Flesh (1967) (as Louis Silverman)
My Brother's Wife (1966)
Another Day, Another Man (1966) ... aka Another Day, Another Way (USA: promotional title)
Bad Girls Go to Hell (1965)
The Sex Perils of Paulette (1965) ... aka Paulette ... aka Sex Perils of Pauline
The Prince and the Nature Girl (1965)
Behind the Nudist Curtain (1964)
Playgirls International (1963)
Blaze Starr Goes Back to Nature (1962) ... aka Blaze Starr Goes Nudist ... aka Blaze Starr Goes Wild ... aka Blaze Starr the Original ... aka Busting Out ... aka Nature Girl
Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls (1962) ... aka Gentlemen Prefer Girls (USA: promotional title)
Diary of a Nudist (1961) ... aka Diary of a Girl Reporter (USA: promotional title) ... aka Diary of a Naturist (USA: bowdlerized title) ... aka Girl Reporter Diary (USA: promotional title) ... aka Nature Camp Confidential ... aka Nature Camp Diary ... aka Nudist Camp ... aka Nudist Confidential
Nude on the Moon (1961) (as Anthony Brooks) ... aka Girls on the Moon ... aka Moon Dolls (USA: bowdlerized title) ... aka Nature Girls on the Moon ... aka Nudes on the Moon
Hideout in the Sun (1960)

Stinkor Appreciation Society

Altered State of Hate will now also be the temporary home for The Stinkor Appreciation Society. We are always on the lookout for stinky fan-art and smelly fan-fiction featuring the mighty stench of Stinkor. We hope to raise enough money from our upcoming Stinkathon to start a separate blog dedicated to our odorous hero and his heroic fight against all things sweet smelling . I love the vile image of Stinkor that accompanies this blog-entry it's by Bearshow and is titled BearStinkor. More Stinkor fan-art can be seen @ http://www.he-man.org/site_sects/fan_creations/fan_art/index.php Come on stench lovers let's get this much maligned character the recognition he deserves.
STINKOR STINKOR STINKOR STINKOR ...

Even Dwarfs (Evil Dwarfs)

I just watched a DVD that had been loaned to me by an old friend. It's called Even Dwarfs Started Small. If you ever want to know what it is like to be completely insane then watch this film but be warned it is a test of mental endurance. I managed to sit through the whole thing; I felt homicidal. If someone had come to the door just then I would have slaughtered them without a second thought. As it was I went for a walk in the woods to try and rid myself of these murderous thoughts, it didn't work, I felt that if I was to meet someone in the woods, instead of my usual cheery "Hello, lovely day for a walk", I would have smashed their head in with a boulder and kicked the corpse into the river... I will NEVER watch that film ever again. If I see a dwarf within the next week or so (quite unlikely) I will kill the mutated little bastard and be filled with glee. At my trial I will defend myself and my defense will be to show the jury this depraved film. If we do not all go into a psychotic rage and kill each other I will probably be let off with a warning and have my DVD player confiscated. This film should most definitely be banned for the good of the worlds mental health.

Don't Take Nuthin From No-one!!!
Sang the NWOBHM pioneers The Tygers of Ping Pong.

I contacted their lead singer about allegations that they were involved in the trade of illeagally imported thimbles from North Korea (Part of the Evil Empire).


Jessica Koix (name changed by deedpoll after gender-therapy) the Tygers vocal gymnast told me: "That's a pack o' fookin lies like. I'm kna takin' that shite from no cunt. If I find oot who telt ye that I'll fookin chin the cunt!"

She did admit to collecting and selling "legal" thimbles though. Her fascination with thimbles started when: "I kept prickin me fookin fingers like, when I was sowin' eavy metal patches on me denims like, me gran said I should use a thimble and then chinned me for bein a poofter like.

I too thought that thimbles were for poofs but after a little investigating I found out how wrong I was. Check out the thimbles illustrating this fine investigative piece for the proof.

Rock Teapots !

This particularly fine teapot takes pride of place in the North-Uist Museum of Heavy Metal. It was once owned by the Biff Byford, lead-throat of NWOBHM pioneers SAXON!



The charpot was acquired for the museum by American Diva and actress Divine. She was on a caravaning holiday in Brighton and noticed Biff Byford had left his caravan open, quick as a flash she nipped in and nabbed this magnificent item, which she later handed over to Angus McNumpty the curator of the world famous Metal Museum.

Tittyfalaryous!!!

You can't help but love the magnificent Ken Dodd. The mere thought of his tickling stick drives old ladies into uncontrollable fits of laughter often ending in painful death. His gang of evil dwarfs the diddymen have terrorized northern England for almost a century, haunting ancient graveyards and traditional tea-rooms alike.

Haggis-Sphäre
Haggis-Sphäre - Domain of the Deviant !
Haggis-Sphäre - Ancient secrets revealed !
Haggis-Sphäre - The Arch-Mage of Metal !
Haggis-Sphäre - High Priest of the Cracked Tea-Pot !
Visit Haggis-Sphäre NOW !!!

Teapot Atrocity!!!

I nearly choked on my mug of Clipper Fair-Trade Tea when I opened the parcel and came across this ghastly relic! It was bequeathed to me by an insane monk who I met at a Tea-room/Strip club in old Mingletoon some years hence. He has also trusted me with a recipe for a herbal infusion with mind altering properties. I'm loathe to try it, he died a raving lunatic... his last words... "The teapot... it calls for me and I must go... urgh!!!"

The Magnificent... Tempest Storm!

Her twin torpedoes sank a thousand Nazi U-Boats in WW2 and kept the commie bastards in Russia where they belonged during the dark days of the cold war. She is Hailed as a goddess of FREEDOM and women's rights by all right thinking people the world over.

Shake those titties for Uncle Sam baby!

Then Bring me my jizz rag!

HELVINTR (USA):"A Desastrious Collaboration of Coldness and Despair"

Black Metal from the USA??? I would usually shudder at the very thought but this release from the magnificent Supernal Music has changed my mind. It is a hate filled master-work of severe coldness. Feel yourself drown in the melancholy atmosphere and hateful vocal assault. Total insanity. The idiots who attack mainstream metal as a satanic influence would shit themselves if they heard this. I look forward to listening to it while soaked in alcohol this coming weekend.

Many moons ago I worked in a particularly rancid pit. Me and my fellow worker had an incredibly menial and humiliating task to perform, we wrote numbers by hand on large polypropylene bags. Day in day out we numbered the bags. At first we wrote neat uniform numerals taking great care so that they could be read by even the most myopic of idiots. Before long though the monotony started to wear us down and to make the time pass more quickly we invented pathetic games to make the dull task slightly more interesting.

• How many bags can you number in 5 minutes flat?
• How big can you make the numbers?
• Who can write the filthiest slogan on a bag?
• Let's draw all the ones as cocks.
• Zeros can be arseholes.
• Most illegible scrawl.

You get the idea...

It was the middle of winter and the working conditions were appalling, our micro-tearoom had no heating and the window was welded shut. At lunchtimes we would talk endless amounts of shite, our main topic being how pointless life was. Once day my workmate Jason (also a good pal outside of the working environment) asked me what I thought of myself. I answered as truthfully as I could. "I am a worthless piece of shit floating in a sea of piss and vomit." Oh how we laughed. Remembering that still brings a smile to my face.