




More amazing shots, but rather sadly, not by me. I have got to get myself a decent camera (and then travel to some exotic places to take the snaps). If l only had the time...(and bucketloads of money)
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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
There has been a bit of a fuss in the last couple of weeks because a burglar was asked to write to the victim of his crime as part of his rehabilitation. He (the burglar) was obviously not sorry for what he had done, and, rather than playing the game and writing something false, decided to write an honest letter which (in his mind) blamed the victim for being stupid and leaving his property open to burglary. The letter was never actually sent, but people have been commenting that 'Society is going to the dogs' and 'The state of Britain today' etc, but whose fault is it? Now l have no idea who the writer of the letter is, but l would bet my life savings (luckily for me, that is bugger all) that it is a young 'working class' male, probably from a broken home, with his father either having left home, died, or being alcoholic or abusive (in whatever way). The young lad has obviously had a very poor education, and will live in a violent and poor environment (with the accompanying peer pressure). Now l accept he may be a little git and may have done nothing to help himself (apart from the burglaries obviously), but if he had decent parents and a nice middle class upbringing, l bet he would not be in the situation that he is currently in. I thought l was an inarticulate drunken fool (still am actually), but just take a look at the handwriting and mistakes on the letter. That person probably only had a very slim chance of avoiding the courts as soon as he was conceived. Improve poor peoples social environments, aspirations and education, and a lot of these crimes would disappear. I bet there are no convicted burglars amongst the Chipping Norton elite or any of the Eton crowd. Saying that, l would still want to twat the little git if he robbed my house.

This was invented in 1925 and is just what l could do with (being a miserable sod and all that). It's only an Isolator (with it's own oxygen!) that you can whack on your head and shut yourself off from the outside world while you get on with whatever you want to do and concentrate on it properly.
So that's how they manage to get women with the same kind of (identical in this case) bodies. What H&M have been doing is computer generating the bodies of what they consider to be ideal models for whatever they are promoting, then just photoshoping different faces on them and adjusting their skin colours. Genius!!
I have been to many concerts at Newcastle City Hall over the years, and although it holds just over 2,000 people, it does not look that large in this shot from the stage. Pretty deceiving l'd say, as l never realised how much you could make out so many of the audiences faces from upfront. 









Another ex slave memoir, The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass relates his experiences as a slave, his views on everyone being equal, his religious views, and the outcome of his eventual escape (after staying in Baltimore and New York). He does not go into detail of how he escaped, as he did not want to give away any information that may hinder further escapees. Douglass later went on to be a leading figure in the fight against slavery and became a speaker for the abolitionist movement. They (the slaves) sure had it mighty hard back in the day.






A lightweight and sometimes quirky coming of age comedy drama about a young boy falling in love for the first time.
This is a Giant weta and is to be found on New Zealand's Little Barrier Island.


I went through to Middlesbrough yesterday to do a bit of bobbing and weaving (and diving), and just as l was arriving the sky became mighty dark and foreboding. It was bright sunshine when l set off, but it soon changed, and it was chucking it down with sleet and snow on the drive back. Thankfully though, that soon stopped, the sky cleared up again, and as the FPO was still busy doing her assignments, l buggered off to The Arc and JT's for a fine old time with Ritchie and Shuggs (although l think Shuggs may have put some alcohol in my drink, as l was a bit tipsy on my return).






Rain Dogs by Tom Waits is a great album, probably (along with Swordfishtrombones) my favourite Tom Waits album. And the cover is pretty striking as well.