Tubbs, the idiot rabbit, taking shelter in the run
After a hard days slog at work (OK, a pretty easy day), l returned home and carried on slaving away (putting in the hours) by cutting the bloody grass, which has been growing quite a bit while l have been otherwise engaged. I did think about putting it off, but no-one else was going to do it, and l would have been cursing even more if l allowed it to get longer, so l cracked on, cursing and a sweating as l did so. Thankfully, the worst is now over, and as l am off work until next Wednesday afternoon, l will be praying for some sun at the start of next week ( a fat lot of good that will do me). I am off on a stag do in Newcastle tomorrow, so it had better not be a scorcher until l return home (probably on Sunday evening). British bloody summers... Never mind..soon be in Portugal!
By Jimminy, this video has dated, but l still love the song and it brings back many happy memories of the good ship Dexy (and New York). Apparently there's a chance of a reformation of some form next year. If this turns out to be true, count me in. One of the best gigs l saw was at Newcastle City Hall when they were promoting the 'Don't Stand me Down' Lp. The gig did not sell out, but they got everyone to the front, played a great gig, then hung around for a chat and autograph signing. Just what l want from a gig. Great band, and as for Kevin's voice, you either love it or hate it. I'm on the side of love (bloody hippie that l am).
This is fantastic! Especially when it gets to about 1.10 minutes in when he goes all gravelly on your ass. Written by John Knowles (his brother or dad? - l haven't checked). There sure is some talent in that family. Get back to the DIY (but please stay off my TV screen).
Amy Winehouse approaches the gates of Heaven and is at the back of a massive queue of people. St. Peter sees her and beckons her to the front. "Am I getting special treatment because of my fame?" she asks. St. Peter replies, "No, we're still waiting for a Norwegian translator for this lot!"
This is what the lake at Qingdao, China, (also the home of the Qingdao Haiwan Bridge /Jiaozhou Bay Bridge), is like at the moment. Lots and lots of green algaeeverywhere. Those plucky Chinese aren't put off their swimming, though l don't think l would be so keen to go for a dip in it. Yuk.
The Prime Minister of Norway, Jens Stoltenberg, has stated that there will be no clampdown/war on terror/over reaction to last weeks shootings and car bomb.
“It’s absolutely possible to have an open, democratic, inclusive society, and at the same time have security measures and not be naive,” Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg told reporters in Oslo. “I think what we have seen is that there is going to be one Norway before and one Norway after July 22,” he said. “But I hope and also believe that the Norway we will see after will be more open, a more tolerant society than what we had before.”
Top man. That is the way to deal with any form of terrorism, don't let them win by becoming too scared and paranoid. By all means do some security checks, but it is better to live in an open society with the risks that entails, rather than all parts of our everyday lives being affected because of the 'terrorist threat'.
As l am a sad bastard and can occupy my time by pushing the random on Wikipedia to see what comes up, l have recently been alerted to the existence of these albums. I have not heard the music from them, or bothered reading about the artists, l just skipped through quickly to see what came up. As stated earlier though, l am pretty sad, so will probably download some of these in the immediate future to hear what they are like, as my curiosity could not stand it if l didn't.
More of my valuable minutes on this Earth which will be squandered away (or enriched by the experience, l don't know yet). Stone me...what a life.
This looks disgusting and is nearly enough to make me go vegetarian. I am aware that the fish and squid are just moving because of nerve reflexes, and l certainly hope that it is the same for the cuttlefish, but it does not look that way. There are plenty more videos like this out there, but three is certainly enough. Urghh!
These may be old hat by now as l was sent them by my brother in law a while ago (Hello Dazzer!), but they are pretty spectacular and deserve a viewing. Mother nature at it's best, or maybe it's the old Gaia hypothesis and the Earth is trying to destroy us to protect itself. Bring it on l say, it's about time l was put out of my misery, what with my aching knees, dodgy ticker, delicate back and dented skull. I guess l will never get to play for Manchester United now. Damn and damnation!!!!
One of the benefits for the FPO of me not being loaded, is the fact that l do not fill the house with even more junk/memorabilia/worthless artefacts/bits of history, as l would definitely have wanted this (although l very much doubt that l would have been able to squeeze myself into it).
Caught these two documentaries at the weekend, and enjoyed both of them, although l did think both could have done with being a bit shorter.
Dave Davies came across pretty reasonably, considering how he has had to live in the shadow of his brother Ray all of his life. It was telling how Ray was quoted to Dave that if he had the chance to do it again, he would change everything, whereas Dave said he wouldn't change a thing, as 'There is no such thing as failure, just learning experiences'. Not too sure about his belief in all the spiritual stuff (see http://www.davedavies.com/), but each to their own.
Lemmy was as you would expect, still drinking, smoking, playing one armed bandits, and collecting war memorabilia. He could easily appear to be a sad bastard, but he seems to have settled into a lifestyle he enjoys. I do think, along withKeith Richards(the great man himself), he has morphed into a caricature of himself, dressing in black, wearing the big boots etc, when he never used to be like that in the past. A bit too much of people just praising Lemmy, when they could have been showing more of the back story, but still entertaining for someone like me, who used to go and seeMotörheadon a regular basis. The FPO got bored after about an hour or so, but valiantly stuck it out till the end.
Nearly forgot, his home is also messier than ours (unbelievably).
Bloody hell, if l thoughtDinner for Schmuckswas bad, this film made it look like Lawrence of Arabia. Leslie Nielsendid some crap films in his time, but this one takes the biscuit. The version l saw was called 'Big Fat Important Movie', but it was also released as 'An American Carol'. They should have called it something else such as 'A Big Fat American Waste Of Time'. I didn't even make the half hour mark without wanting to boot the TV in. How on earth do these films get made? Can't anyone tell they are not funny? How can l get back the precious time l have wasted watching this shit? Answers on a postcard please (usual address).
This is a remake of the (rather excellent) French film Le Dîner de Cons, but is in no way an equal to it. As usual, the Americans have simplified and over egged it to such a degree that it is not funny. I really like Steve Carell in the American versionof The Office but this was just embarrassing, so l only tolerated about half an hour before cursing and heading for the off switch. Thank God l didn't pay to see this at the pictures. Crap.
So, the events in Norway on Friday turn out to be by a Norwegian citizen, rather than by Al Qaeda. What a surprise (see earlier post). Charlie Brooker writes about it a lot more eloquently than l could ever envisage
and nails it with his assessment of the (so called) experts when he states :
'If anyone reading this runs a news channel, please, don't clog the airwaves with fact-free conjecture unless you're going to replace the word "expert" with "guesser" and the word "speculate" with "guess", so it'll be absolutely clear that when the anchor asks the expert to speculate, they're actually just asking a guesser to guess. Also, choose better guessers. Your guessers were terrible, like toddlers hypothesising how a helicopter works. I don't know anything about international terrorism, but even I outguessed them'.
A voice of reason, backing up my ideas and cynisism, which pleased me no end. Experts! Pah!!
One of the stinking cats getting comfortable on me
Remains of the curry
Dazzer hard at work (I have a hay fever sick note)
The willow tree
Another comfy cat picture
As Louise and Dazzer (and she that shall not be named) moved into their new home on Thursday/Friday, myself and the FPO popped over on Friday night to welcome them to the new abode and prevent them calling round to our place (where the doors are both now kept locked). We were rewarded with a curry for our enevours, so it worked out pretty damn well. Hurrah! Stayed for a while chatting and drinking the finest ale known to man, and even returned for a brief chat yesterday as the parents and Nora also made an appearance (their's not mine, l am a poor orphan). I prefer the new home to the old one in Stockton, and there is a great view of a willow tree from their living room. The home needs some work doing to it, but at least it has character and potential, and they have plenty of time, as, unlike me, they are not old gets. What the???!!.. I am starting to sound like an estate agent! Keith would be ashamed off me, so l will have to overcompensate with booze and drugs for the next couple of days so l can earn back my rock and roll spurs. Chin chin!
Off with the FPO to the Georgian Theatre Royallast night to see Roxyrama. who are a tribute band of Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry. They were pretty good, and we had great seats next to the stage, but by the time of the interval, we had seen enough (too many later slow songs) and went for a drink at the Cavern instead, where we chatted to Mark (the owner) for a while. Another lad (Steve) and his wife/girlfriend came in, and it was good to discover that he also collects comics and records, and keeps a little list of the comics he still needs (who in their right mind dosen't?). Back to sunny Catterick afterwards for a quick one in JT's and The Wine bar, then it was back home for some Vodka and coke while we watched Elvis in Vegas (which was pretty rubbish). Another date night ticked off! Hurrah!!
This is an old argument recorded during a 1994 interview withJohn Harris from the NME, after being thrown off a ferry, which was released as a single (Wibbling Rivalry), but it makes it funnier when it is done as a cartoon. Classic stuff.
I am sure l have posted this kind of stuff before, but space and the planets, they are big....very big. People always think we are so important, we have souls, we are special, created by God or whatever, but in the great scheme of things, we are all insignificant in the vastness of time and space. Here are the sizes of the planets in relation to one another. As l said, space...it's big (l would argue infinite).
This is a Church in Scarborough that has been modernised and is presently for sale. It looks pretty impressive, but l am not sure l would want to be staring at the plate glass window in the top photograph every day. Is that sort of filth allowed in a Church?
The bombing and shooting in Oslo has taken everyone buy surprise, but l was annoyed at the news coverage as it was unfolding, as all the commentators (and obviously the editors/producers etc) were trying to do was blame it all on Al Qaeda, without a shred of evidence to support their statements. Reasons for the so called Al Qaeda attack were debated, such as the reprinting of the Jyllands-Posten Muhammad cartoons, the Norwegian troops in Afghanistan etc, but with not one jot of evidence put forward to substantiate the claims by the mouth pieces and (so called) experts. It is conveniently forgotten that some of the past worldwide attacks have been by citizens attacking their own people, such as happened with theOklahoma City Bombingand the Admiral Duncan pub, so don't be amazed if this turns out to be the same. The News...Pah!! Don't trust anyone and always be cynical. Saying that, l am still amazed at the destruction a car bomb can make.