
Booze, news and views from a drunken opinionated fool who can't spell very well, may well repeat himself, and can't blame it on dislexia
Sunday, 29 August 2010
things you don't see anymore (part 328)

Friday, 27 August 2010
alex higgins

Thursday, 26 August 2010
olaf otto becker
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
another mad tattoo

Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Russian photographer Sergey Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorsky's 100 year old colour photographs
Monday, 23 August 2010
guitar shop front in southampton

This is a shop in Southampton that sells guitar stuff (as if you couldn't guess). What a great idea. It makes me want to travel there and get myself a guitar from them (and then buy an amp, leads, learn how to play it etc etc - maybe I won't bother after all). I love the clever advertising though.
the busby stoop
getting the loop recorder checked
Sunday, 22 August 2010
early for the meeting in darlington
Saturday, 21 August 2010
william arthur (ludgate hill) 1894 - 1940
We Gassed Fritz Today (The Somme 1916)
We dropped mustard gas on Fritz today
The wind blew it back in our faces
Mother of God we murdered our own
Lined up dead in old munition cases
And the Padre he blessed all of the bodies
The General he addressed all of the men
Tomorrow the wind would be turning
And we’ll be gassing the Hun again
Mud There Was (The Somme 1916)
Mud there was and more mud to see
Mud there was for the 22’s and me
Mud there was on July the bloody first
And it’s the mud I remember the worst
Mud there was when the whistle blew
Mud there was when cannon shell flew
Mud there was when little Nobby died
Mud there was when he fell by my side
Mud there was and more mud to see
Mud from the front to the infirmary
Mud there was on July the bloody first
And it’s the mud I remember the worst
The Coward (Etaples base camp 1916)
We Shot Harry for cowardice
But I never met a braver man
But I was on the hill that morning
And I saw that Harry ran
They picked a shooting party
They chose at random by lot
And I was chosen to shoot Harry
For something that he was not
And he refused his last cigarette
And he refused his blindfold too
And we shivered behind our rifles
But we aimed them straight and true
And one of the six had a blank
And a target fixed to Harry’s chest
And each man discharged his rifle
And each man earned one day’s rest
We Shot Harry for cowardice
But I never met a braver man
And I sent home all his possessions
And a letter to his Mam
This article would not have been possible without the research of Mike Duff (and United We Stand)
toodle pip
johnny walker ad with robert carlyle
Friday, 20 August 2010
antichrist, the idiots, and lars von trier


sing sing prison

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Thursday, 19 August 2010
whispering bob's 40th

Wednesday, 18 August 2010
natural history museum wildlife photos

