another day out and and about with work

I had another good day out at work today, as l had to take somebody to James Cook hospital in Middlesbrough  (just turned down to become a city), which meant l was out all morning, and by the time l returned (after a snack at Barton), it was pretty much time to go home.
The sun was shining (although it doesn't look like it in the photos), and all was OK with the world.
If only every day was as good.

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little robbo and kerry

Earlier on today - still small but growing.

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the pink floyd comic - usa tour 1975

While l am pondering doing the scans of more comics (see below), here's another to bide my time.
The 1975 Pink Floyd tour of the USA was accompanied with a comic, which can be viewed in it's entirety above.
Now pass the acid and the headphones maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannn

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the valiant comic - 22nd nov 1969

I used to love The Valiant comic when l was a kid (still do really), and Raven on the wing was my favourite strip in it (by the rather fabulous Solano Lopez Buster).
I decided to scan one today (from 22nd November 1969) to see how long it took and what the results would be, as l am (rather sadly) thinking about scanning a load of them (obviously l have a vast collection), but maybe putting them on a separate blog, just for comics.
All l need now is more time and an extra dollop of sadness (OK, just the time, l'm sad enough).

To see in huge size, click on the picture, then right click and open image in new tab. Then it can be magnified in the new tab.
Tech advice over.

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todays entertainment in richmond

How enticing does this look?
Pity l'm working today.

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a clutter free computer workspace

I can't remember where l got this photograph from (probably The Word website), but it is the sort of workspace l should be using, instead of the haphazard and cluttered hole l actually do use.
Think it's time to get the FPO to tidy up a bit (a lot more than a bit actually).

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southern comfort (1981 ) - walter hill

An American classic, Southern Comfort tells the tale (set in 1973) of a group of Louisiana Army National Guards going on exercise in the bayou's, upsetting, underestimating, and not understanding the locals, and paying heavily for their mistakes, as they are hunted down by them. The guards are under equipped, badly managed, scared, gung ho, and mostly ignorant of the native culture they have been exposed to
Obviously a film with one eye on Vietnam, and based on the Anabasis by  Xenophon, and similar to 'The Warriors,' a previous Walter Hill film,  it has stood the test of time and is still (rather sadly) believable today.
Marvellous stuff.

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martin keown in time magazine

I admit l have been pretty slow on the uptake of this (and many other things), but it is still brilliant. A Time magazine cover from a 2003 about our early ancestors, and who should the cover picture look like?
Non other than the simian twat himself, Martin Keown.
Scarily accurate, and l still haven't forgiven Keown for screaming into Ruud Van Nistelrooy's face after Ruud had missed a penalty against the Arse.

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more pictures of the wagga wagga spiders

Even more photographs (from Time magazine) of the spiders heading to high ground after the floods in Wagga Wagga recently.
I hate them all.
Gits.

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rock and roll graves

 Bon Scott of AC/DC in Fremantle, near Perth

Jimi Hendrix in Seattle

George Best in Belfast

John Belushi in Martha's Vineyard 

 

Brian Jones in Cheltenham 

 Buddy Holly in Lubbock, Texas

The King at Gracelands

Here are some rock and roll graves, with a couple of rock and roll characters thrown in for good measure.

That's another thing l would like to do if l had unlimited time and money, travel and visit a load of them. I've ticked off the Elvis one, only hundreds more to go.

Where's that bleeding lottery win when you want it?

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going on the the jetty of death in liverpool with keith richards

When l was but a young whipper snapper, l used to put together comics and magazines. This resulted in me following bands around, either selling stuff, or taping / bootlegging them.
At the time, l didn't have a driving licence, so l had to get people to drive me around and give me a hand, and in about 1991, that lucky individual was called Martin Evans.
Now l have known Martin for a few years, and after he moved down south, we sporadically kept in touch, and when he eventually got married a couple of years ago, l went to his wedding in Cambridge, so we are still on friendly terms.
I have had some fine times with that young man, and we share a similar sense of humour, but there are two incidents l have had with him that stand out (no, not the acid at Glastonbury).
Why these two specific incidents you may well ask?
Because on both occasions, he could have died when l was being my usual, idiot 'rock and roll' self.
We crashed in a car l was driving (illegally) while arguing about who we would be in The Rolling Stones (as you do). After me saying he would be Bill Wyman (taking the piss), l turned to him and declared "I am Keith Richards", only to look up and then crash into a roundabout at full speed, writing off the car and leaving it steaming in the middle of the roundabout (OK, l know it's not big or clever, so don't bother bugging me about it). We both managed to get out and we laugh about it now, especially as neither of us were injured and no charges were made (and the car sure looked good in the middle of it the next day).
On the other occasion, we had been in Liverpool selling magazines and getting drunk, when l suggested going down to the river, which meant walking on an old jetty which was falling apart. That jetty may well have been the one above, but as it was the middle of the night, and we were very (very) drunk, l can't really be certain. One thing that is definite though, is that when we approached the end of the jetty, it gave way underneath Martin and he fell through the hole. Luckily for him, his elbows came out and prevented him going straight down into the dark and murky waters of the Mersey, from which there is no way he would have been able to escape. We managed to get him back onto the jetty (admittedly a little shaken and sobered up), and we then walked back to where we were staying (with him leaving a trail of poo behind him).
Happy days indeed, but for some reason the wild nights out with him seemed to come to an abrupt end.
I reckon he is scared of incident no 3, whatever that might entail.
As for me - indestructible.

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