This is from 1906 and the apartments were on Broadway. If more apartments (or flats as they are called in the UK) were built like these (and had doormen, or some kind of decent security), people would be more than happy to live in them.toodle pip
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
I was at work overnight again on Saturday night, and this bleeding thing scared the life out of me. I was still trying to get over the last one on Thursday (see here), so my nerves are now shot to pieces. It didn't help when l got home and the FPO told me there had been a big spider in the bath while l was away. Damn this cold weather to buggery if it means all the spiders are coming indoors. I blame God (he made them).


Coming back from work today l was instructed by the FPO to get some cat food etc. I therefore called in at the Colburn Top Shops, where there had just been a downpour. Coming out of the shops, l managed to get a quick photo of some kids jumping in the puddles before l was chased off as a dirty old paedo. The joy of being young and free (and being quick with a photo).
This is the 1965 Ban the Bomb march in London. Who is that dapper young gentleman on the front left, who has managed to get himself alongside the stars of the march? Why, it's only young Mark Feld, later to become the glam rock god that was Marc Bolan. He always had a flair for publicity, and didn't mind attaching himself to movements if it could benefit him. I just wonder what record he had in his bag (probably Bob Dylan).
This sodding thing was on the wall at work last night when l was on a sleepover. I managed to trap it and send it to a watery death (after shaking it for a while), but l had it on my mind all night and didn't get a lot of sleep, as l thought there must be more of the buggers. It was big, very, very big. In fact, l would be as bold to say it is the largest one l have seen for probably 10 years or so. I nearly crapped myself catching it.
The Amish men in the top picture are from Kentucky. They have all been fined for refusing to put a reflector on the bag of their buggies like on the buggy above (their religion forbids bright colours) and have been jailed for not paying the fines.
The first James Bond book l have ever read! I saw the film a while ago, and was not that impressed. I thought it dragged on a bit as it was too long, and although l know the typical audience loves explosions/car chases etc, l couldn't wait for it to finish (I was at the cinema). I thought the book was a lot better, and much more up my street, as there was more about Bond's thoughts and misgivings. It also portrayed him as a man who has weaknesses (along with being a cold blooded killer of course). He does not run around knocking people off (unless you count Vesper), and he is also sexist and ruthless with women (until of course, he falls in love and becomes a big softie). He plays at the Casino, survives a couple of assassination attempts, gets abducted and tortured, but does not kill anyone, although he describes a couple of earlier killings. A lot different from the films, l'm sure you will agree.
There was a really good piece on Jimmy Carter in The Observer at the weekend, which can be found here. He was one of the better USA presidents, sadly bought down by (amongst other things) The Iran Hostage situation . Operation Eagle Claw, commanded by Charlie Beckwith, failed in it's mission to bring back the hostages, and Beckwith has a book (Delta Force) about the operation, in which he praises Carter for taking the blame and not trying to hide behind his decisions, or appropriate blame elsewhere. Ronald Reagan followed Carter as president in 1981, and the day after, the hostages were released. Bastards.



These kind of art shows are fantastic. The reason l have them in my mind, is l have just seen a documentary about the Liverpool Spider (La Princesse), which was put on by Artichoke (who also did The London Sultan's Elephant). It costs a lot of money to put these things on (£1.8 million for the Liverpool one), but as somebody said in the crowd, it's only about £1 per person but it brings in a lot of revenue, and gives pride and joy to the people. I also love the Antony Gormley 'Another Place' figures at Crosby (Bootle beach as l know it) and 'The Angel of The North' in Gateshead (also by Gormley). The only thing l don't like, is the fact that some of the people behind the scenes will be getting paid a hell of money to lunch and commission them (and local workmen should be used to build them). Still fucking great though!





















I have grown into a fan of 'Curb Your Enthusiasm', in which Larry David is superb, albeit playing an exaggerated version of himself (season 8 starting this weekend!).