When it comes to records, as with most things in life, l am a sad bastard.
Therefore, l shouldn't be gazing adoringly at other people's collections, as it only makes me envious and jealous. So what on earth have l be doing looking at these this lot, featured in the Dust and Grooves book?
I'm only hurting myself, but if you want to suffer as well, the book can be bought from here.
I never tire of seeing old Movie posters, let alone the Polish ones, and here are some of the reasons why. Strange and different from the usual UK and USA versions.
These ones were taken from here, so if you want to find out the titles of the films, visit the site, where a few more can be seen.
Serial is a podcast series, a spin off from 'This American Life', and was one of the most riveting pieces of real life drama that l have had the pleasure of listening to, despite (or because of) the fact the series was dealing with real events, real people, and a real murder. Plus because you are only listening to the show, your mind fills in loads of gaps, and it is easy to become really engrossed and involved with it, probably more so than if you were watching it on TV.
From episode to episode you are left reeling, not knowing what to believe, or who to trust, and swinging from 'That person must have done it' to 'Damn! It's probably that person instead'.
The gist of it is this. The murder of Hae Min Lee takes place in Baltimore, and her ex boyfriend, Adnan Syed, is charged and convicted of the murder, mainly on the testimony of one of his so called 'friends' who said he helped Adnan move the body.
There are phone calls aplenty to Adnan, and interviews with others involved. Court records and statements are scrutinised, and re-enactments of movements undertaken. Even the person behind the interviews and podcasts, Sarah Koening, doubts her own judgement as the evidence mounts one way or another.
I don't want to give away the ending, but all of this is in the present, and still ongoing, and l cannot recommend it enough.
Here's another fascinating piece of history.
The seal to Tutankhamun's tomb in 1922. His mummy is below.
Howard Carter must have been wetting himself with excitement before entering inside.
As l am a bit of a saddo, l have been watching a load of old Pathe News films, which used to be shown years ago before the main feature films in UK cinemas.
One interesting item (to me at least) featured the sinking of The Titanic, and film of the survivors.
I know the story has been endlessly told, and has been the subject of countless books, films and articles, but let's face it, it was such an amazing event, that may have been considered slightly too far fetched if it was pitched as fiction, and it is still a fascinating story.
The Pathe film is below, and the photograph above?
It is the last known photograph of the ship before it sank.
Just imagine being on the ship and then surviving, especially if you did it the Charles Lightoller way, staying on the ship till the bitter end, then diving off it, being sucked under a couple of times, and then shot back to the surface, ending up on an upturned lifeboat, and being the last man to board RMS Carpathia, the rescue ship.
Not only that, he also rescued soldiers during the Dunkirk evacuation.
The Titanic story just gives and gives.
Praise the Good Lord that we have people such as Mike Huckabee to prevent us all turning (he would probably say backsliding) and batting for the other side.
No wonder l have ended up in the past performing unnatural acts with gay men in toilets, and have seriously been thinking about changing my sexuality to full on homo.
Maybe there is a God after all - Hallelujah! I am now saved!!.
As if l didn't have enough CD's already.
After winning last years World Cup sweepstake with The Afterword crew, l'v finally got around to putting the CD's (a selection of which are above) onto my itunes and ipod.
The losers had to send a CD featuring the music of whichever country they were lumbered with. As you would probably imagine, some of the music is great, and some of it is appalling, but who knows, if they crop up on 'shuffle songs' enough times, they may grow on me, and it least they were all free, and much appreciated.
The blues and Ramones ones are my favourites, but the Croatian Indie Rock was much better than anticipated (how could it not be?).
As for the World Cup itself, that seems a lifetime ago, as time is flying by.
There ain't half been (and are) some clever bastards (as Ian Dury used to sing).
Such as Ptolemy Elrington, a UK artist who makes amazing metallic creatures from hubcaps, which he sells on his site.
If l could afford it, l'd get the parrot one at the bottom, just to freak out Mr Parrot.