What a way to kick off the new look of THE CAD!
Here's our first special summer issue and it's just jam-packed with 90% old content!
Plus, there's just enough new content to rope you in. Read columns you've missed,
discover laughs you never knew you had, or simply fall in love with The Cad all over again.
IN THIS ISSUE: FREE STICKERS!
PERHAPS THERE WAS A SIDE TO ARSENIO
WE JUST DIDN'T GET
WAS HE...
WHO KNEW? Put 'Em On Your Bike, Your Skateboard,
OR ON Your Best Friend's Potrezebie.
16 STICKERS IN ALL!
Roxane Mesquida on The Last Mistress
Interview by Ian Johnston
French actress Roxane Mesquida has a very bright future ahead of her. Just 26 years old, she is staggeringly beautiful, highly intelligent, and driven to push herself to the limits as an actress. She began acting in 1997, in Manuel Pradal's Marie Baie des Anges, before really establishing herself in a series of films with the provocative and gifted French director Catherine Breillat. Roxane Mesquida's latest Breillat collaboration is The Last Mistress, justly lauded at the 2007 Cannes Film Festival and the London Film Festival. Based upon the novel by Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, freely adapted by Breillat, the story takes place during the final years of the French
...and promptly made herself at home on the couch.
by Koop Kooper
One of the most important aspects of Cad living is the bachelor pad, and I really can't stress how important this is.
Why? Well, a stylish bachelor pad is not just for entertaining but it also serves another purpose. It is the life-centre, the heartbeat of the lifestyle. Picture this if you will: the upcoming Cad living in a little one-bedroom dive downtown. He looks out the window and all he can see is a train flying past. He opens his pokey little wardrobe and pulls out a suit to admire himself in the cracked window of a dimly lit room. Sure, he cuts a striking figure, but does our young novice feel good about the surroundings? Probably not. Does he feel like a winner? Well, kind of. Did he have a good sleep last night? Does he feel rested? Not at all, since the couple next door argued all night and then the trains stirred the tired soul every half hour. If this is you, then, brother, you need PAD, a CAD Bachelor PAD.
Now, not everyone can afford an upmarket apartment - hell I can’t – and that’s why I rent. Leasing is the best option because you can always
It’s an old saying, sure, but the fact is that it holds true today as much as it ever has…
“Gentlemen don’t tell tales.”
When I was growing up, I took this little aphorism on board, and have generally remembered to keep it close. There have, of course, been moments where I forgot it, and the embarrassment has come back to haunt me whenever I remember those times. It is one of the great Unwritten Rules that part of being a man is holding the secrets with which one is entrusted close, but the sad evidence available in the popular media seems to indicate that it is being left by the wayside in a world of lurid headlines and prurient interest.
So at the risk of being cast in the role of a Cadly Mister Manners, I’m going to explain it. I accept that this is going to involve a great deal of ‘preaching to the choir’, but given that part of this magazine’s remit is to introduce new members to our great fraternity I don’t think it’s going to do any of us too much harm to remember this very important part of how we do what we do.
Let us start with a modern example. A friend of mine, who we shall call Peter for the benefit of this demonstration, recently made the acquaintance of a new lady in his life. He was (and still is) more than a little pleased about this and mentioned their nocturnal activities
The latest scam in business is to make the customer do all the work. That's why a Sydney supermarket called Woolworths is busy introducing a system of automated checkouts, so we all become our own checkout-chick or checkout-chap. The system has been trialled in stores in Sydney and Melbourne and involves customers self-scanning everything in their trolley. Not that they trust you to be honest; the device weighs each product as you throw it into your 'paid for' basket, calculating whether it's the same weight as the one you have just scanned. Suddenly, after nearly five decades of good behaviour, I find my criminal mind whirring. If I could find a lump of garlic that weighed exactly the same as a Gillette razor, I could scan the garlic, eat it on the spot, and use my other hand to throw through the $12 razor. If caught by security, I'd just breathe on the officers and make good my escape
I blame Woolworths for forcing me into this life as a garlic-munching criminal mastermind. There's something about the untrusting rapaciousness of modern business that makes you want to get your own back.
Of course, the customer-as-worker is an old lurk. Service stations were first in when they removed the attendants and decided people could pump their own fuel. Maybe that was fair enough when the stuff cost 50 cents a litre, but at present prices I'd like it served by the bottle on a silver tray by a waiter in a monkey suit. 'The unleaded today, sir? Or a rather cheeky 98 octane?
Next came the fast food restaurants who decided the customers should clear their own tables and leave the trays neatly stacked. Over the road, the local pub went the other way - they were willing to clean up afterwards, providing you cooked the stuff yourself, using