Saturday, 31 October 2015
Saturday, 24 October 2015
I've recently been transferring some old cassette compilations that l made back in the day to CD for itunes
etc. It was good hearing some of the songs again after such a long time (I'm guessing about 10 years), but most importantly, it also confirmed what excellent eclectic taste in music l had, and still have (Track listings are above).
Anyone disagreeing must have cloth ears and a tiny brain (and crappy taste in music).
Friday, 23 October 2015
Although l have sympathy with people who have mental health problems, and who are obviously seeking attention and help when they try to kill themselves on numerous occasions, the person above, Robert Kenyon (who is actually nicknamed 'Firestarter' and 'Rubber legs' around Catterick / Richmond), used to live below me in Hipswell, and was one of the main reasons for me wanting to move, as, apart from lots of noise at all hours, he tried to kill himself and set fire to his place when myself and my wife were living above him, and at one time we were tempted to go round and smash up his stereo with a baseball bat (I'm from Liverpool). Instead, the council were informed about the noise, (the fire brigade dealt with the fire) but they were pretty hopeless, despite warning him about disturbing neighbours (so to speak). Luckily, a house nearby that we wanted became available to buy at that time, so we moved out, otherwise it would have ended badly, one way or another.
He more than likely requires psychological help rather than imprisonment, but he certainly needed to be removed from his housing, as he posed such a risk to us, and laterly, to others.
I'm just surprised it has taken so long, as the earlier episodes living below me were over 10 years ago.
The story was taken from here.
Sometimes when l read about stuff, l am amazed to discover facts that have been unknown to me, despite the fact that l feel l should have been aware of them.
One case in point is Ayers (Uluru) Rock in Australia. That's it in the bottom picture, looking magnificent, and yes, l have been aware of it for many, many years.
However, what l was not aware of until last week, was that it is not even the biggest rock hill in Australia, as there is also Mount Augustus / Burringurrah (The top two photographs), which is more than twice the size of it.
Admittedly Ayers looks aesthetically better, but even so, l never knew there was another one.
Annoyingly, the more you try to learn, the more you realise how much you don't know (including the fact that rock hills are known as Inselbergs).
I think l need a lie down.
To call me sceptical about Spiritualists and Palm Readers / Forecasters would be massively understating my contempt and disbelief for the money grabbing charlatans. This advert in Blackpool made me chuckle though, 'Tony Christie to make a comeback', as forecast by Gypsy Petulengro 34 years ago. I bet she would have lost count of the amount of stars she would have forecast would make a comeback in those intervening 34 years, and if you have enough non specific guesses, you are bound to strike lucky. Sadly, lots of people part with their hard earned money in the hope of some comforting news from dead loved ones, and to rip them off is contemptible. Either they are deliberately fleecing the public (lock them up), or truly believe they have a gift (in which case they are delusional).
Monday, 19 October 2015
A random photograph from Giz's birthday do on Friday night. It must have been good as we ended up in Club Louis until about 3 or 4am. Watched some TV while eating kebab on our return home, then off to bed, where l had to put up with Robbo's snoring, before dragging myself out of the pit early doors so l could collect my car, visit Joseph, and head to work (admittedly l wasn't at work till 3pm, so it wasn't that bad).
Us old bastards still know how to party!
Sunday, 18 October 2015
Friday, 16 October 2015
Thursday, 15 October 2015
The wedding scene above from 1878 doesn't look that interesting, and was bought in 2010 for $2 at an antique shop by Randy Guijarro. It has since been established that it features 'The Regulators'. and one of the guests is no other than Billy the Kid (see close up at the top). Because of this, it may be worth millions, being only the second photograph of him known to exist.
My first thought was 'Jammy bugger'. The second one was 'Billy the Kid' played croquet????.
Here's the other, well documented photograph, (owned by William Koch, who bought it for $2.3 million).
Here's the original fullshot, untouched.
Tuesday, 13 October 2015
My hatred of spiders knows no bounds, so when one appeared in the living room the other day, l managed to kill it, and left it on the wooden flooring in the living room as a warning to others (as you do).
Lo and behold, the next day one nearly gave me a heart attack by dropping from the light attached to the ceiling in the living room, so l chased it down and managed to kill that (and a smaller one that tried to ambush me).
So, imagine my surprise when another one came running from cover in the living room the next day (to also meet it's premature death). AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Since then, l may be tempting fate, but the coast has been clear, and the dead spiders cleared away. l am however, a lot more on edge and unable to relax at the moment.
Bastard things (and they were bigger than they look in the photographs).
Monday, 12 October 2015
I honestly don't spend every hour of my day looking at photographs of men on the beach, but on the odd occasion l do, it often pays off (and not in a happy ending kind of way).
Here's an old one of Robert Mitchum, a fine figure of a man, with a marvelous chest and shoulders, plus gazelle like, well toned legs (It's hard to believe l'm not gay sometimes).
However, the thing that l noticed the most, was his waist (or lack of it). How tiny is that?
It must have been a nightmare for him to buy clothes that fitted well.
Colour me impressed.
I've been to (and stood on the edge of) The Hoover Dam, and it looked mightily impressive. However, l'd liked to have been there recently (alright, a few years ago!), because there had been a severe drought. Because of this, the waters had been receding, and exposed the old Mormon pioneer town of Saint Thomas, which was covered over by the Colorado river when the damn was built.
Now that would be an interesting thing to see, and maybe the last opportunity to do so.
The last two photo collages are from here.
After the earlier post about Ronaldo's lunch, one of the many sites l frequent is run by a slightly crazy Russian guy. This is a picture of his takaway, a mixture of yummy heart attack inducing foodstuffs with some slightly dodgier looking items (if that's possible). I bet his physique is slightly different from Ronaldo's.
As it was about 3am when l saw it, l was too late to order myself a takeaway, but it sure made me peckish.
Sunday, 11 October 2015
Saturday, 10 October 2015
My rather crappy photographs of the recent 'Blood Moon'. The sky was really clear and free from light (up on the moors), but as you can tell, my camera is shite at taking night time photographs.
You can't tell from the above pics, but the moon looked really impressive, and to me, seemed a lot closer to Earth, and more of a rounded shape, highlighting the fact that we have such a rock orbiting the planet at such close quarters, and reinforcing how magical space is (bloody hippy that l am).
I've nearly finished reading 'Moondust' (by Andrew Smith), about the various missions to the moon, and looking at it that night, it reminded me of the bravery of the astronauts and how often the missions were so close to failure (and some obviously did fail, with drastic consequences).
An amazing feat (and yes - l do believe men landed there!).
The picture below was not taken by me, but this is how the moon looked up on t'moors.
Featured in 'This is England 1990', one of the best songs l have ever had the good fortune to hear - God song, by Gavin Clark, on the soon to be released Toydrum album 'Evangelist'.
It's more than a pity that Gavin Clark is no longer around to reap the plaudits, but he's left a fine body of work to delve into.
Here's his splendid version of The Smiths 'Please please let me get what l want', from the end of an earlier 'This is England' (when he was in Clayhill).
He sure knew how to emote.