look out ladies, it's coventry city

Footballers nowadays are all buffed up, self admiring prima donnas who spend hours on on their appearance and complain too much when they hurt their toes or have to play too many games (I'll make an exception for Lionel Messi).  However, it was not that long ago when footballers were mens men, and looked like the ones above. All are Coventry City players from about 1970. A diet of steak, chips and beer, followed by showering and hairwashing with carbolic soap was probably responsible. Ladies, form an orderly queue.

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the angel of the north

Whilst out and about on my travels with work, l had some time to kill before heading home from Gateshead, so l called in at Antony Gormley's 'The Angel Of The North' and took these photos.  I'm mad for a bit of sculpture and having pride in your region, and because l had only seen this in passing before, l thought it was time to get close up to it (and personal). Although l think it would have looked better with 'angel type' wings, l really like it, and l also have a lot of time for Gormley's 'Another Place' sculptures on 'Bootle Beach' (as l call it), which l have visited on many an occasion (being born just up the road).  None of the colour in the photos has been altered, it was just very cold and  staring to get dark, which produced some atmospheric (and hard earned)  results.

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and talking of cool - george best on totp

Following on (rather quickly) from the post below about Mick Taylor being cool, here's a man who could out cool him.  George Best.  Not only was he a good looking and charming footballing God (OK, with one or two issues), but here is in the crowd for Top Of The Pops in the early 1960's, watching and dancing to The Rolling Stones themselves (before Mick Taylor joined). However, both George and the Stones were already  producing some pretty impressive goods, even back then.

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mick taylor looking cool

Watching the Crossfire Hurricane documentary on The Rolling Stones again the other night (amongst others),  my long held belief that they were at their peak when Mick Taylor was in the band (1969-74) was reinforced (I'm never wrong).  My admiration for Keef is second to non, but when Mick Taylor joined, they upped their game, knocked out some classic songs and albums, sounded great, and were as fashionable as a band could be, elegantly wasted, and with a devil may care attitude thrown in for good measure.  Here's Mick looking cool, guitar in hand, and a bottle of spirits near by. Just as a rock star should be. Class.

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the golden shower man comic

The superhero you don't want to show up in your town.  The Golden Shower Man, from 1947.

Actually it's a spoof comic (not done by me) based on The Fire Demon one below.  A fine job, and certainly believable, but God knows where l found the Golden Shower version, I've just had a look but turned up nothing.  It's a pity it's not real, as l would rather read the top one than the original (but that probably says more about me).

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out and about at work

One of the great things about my job (apart from the free holidays), is that l get to drive around the area and have a break from the usual routine.  When the weather is good, life can certainly be sweet. These were taken around the Masham area last month.

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listen to the psychedelic cat!

Pass me my drugs - the cat is sending me telepathic signals

From here

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the daily mail in decent article shock!

The Daily Mail online has an excellent article by Sonia Poulton slagging off the way the current government pick on the poor, needy, desperate and defenceless. Something l have been banging on about for a while, but l was suprised to find it on the Daily Mail's (an outrageously right wing paper) website
Some of the article is below, and the full piece is here. Enjoy!



 There we were thinking it impossible that David Cameron's Tory party could become even more dastardly, even more duplicitous, in their devastating aims against those in vulnerable groups - sick, disabled, single parent families and the elderly - but they have.
Take their next much-vaunted initiative - the Workfare programme. Controversial certainly - who can forget the graduate who declined to work at Poundland as part of the scheme? She who was reviled and martyred, depending on your political persuasion, reading pleasure and sense of justice, for refusing to work at the budget chain store so that she would continue to receive 'benefits' as she searched for the job she had studied and qualified for.
I agreed with her.
I deplore the Workfare programme for many reasons but primarily because it is deplorable. Trumpeted as a programme that will give the unemployed key skills, it serves nothing of the sort.
What it is, in actuality, is a benefit system for sections of our work force. And there was I, foolishly, thinking that when you are part of the capitalist work force then the appropriate term for remuneration received is salary.
Apparently not.
These days, and under Cameron's stewardship, we receive 'benefits' to become part of the job market. So I ask just this: how can it possibly be right for a multi-national - such as Tesco - to benefit from free labour? What Tesco, and other participants in the Workfare scheme, receive is far greater than what they give.
We, as the country, are, quite literally, paying the consumer giant to make even more money. And we are doing that by having our taxpayer funded job seekers work free for the company.
As a result of Cameron's spurious recent behaviour in pushing through crippling, quite literally for some, amendments to disability benefits, it has become clear that the attached issues are even more heinous that the blueprint of the Welfare Reform Bill, itself. And it is this: disabled people will now face the prospect of unlimited unpaid work or they will be subject to cuts in their benefits.
For millions that is nothing more than a line on a page but for many terrified and suicidal others, it is anything but.
The Royal College of Psychiatrists (RCP) have written to the Coalition outlining the dangers of forcing sick and disabled people into the job market (the one that currently stands at almost three million unemployed by the way).
The RCP have a number of fears about the inadequacies of such a system.
They worry, quite rightly, that managers in job centres and private companies - whose job it is to get people back to work - have inadequate health expertise and will push those with mental health issues into inappropriate placements.
Forcing people who have more than six months left to live - yes it is that stark, again - to earn a living is an outrage on a previously unseen scale.
If nothing else the Coalition are proving themselves, over and over again, to be worthy defenders of the rich. If you're in the top percentage of income earners in this country then you, too, should be OK. I'm talking about the CEO, the landowners and shareholders. The banking industry, the pharmaceutical giants, the retail multi-nationals.
It's no great secret that one of the main reasons that MP's take care of business is because so many of them have financial interests in the businesses that they do business with. They are protecting their own interests while governing over the rest of us and insisting we do the same.It's no great secret that one of the main reasons that MP's take care of business is because so many of them have financial interests in the businesses that they do business with. They are protecting their own interests while governing over the rest of us and insisting we do the same.



The thing is, the government don't really care about the poor, and unless direct action is taken (or they are booted out at the next election) this sort of policy making will continue. Don't blame me - l vote Labour (and no, it's not all their fault either).

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albums as books

I'm sure l have posted this sort of thing before (maybe even the same books) but l can't be bothered looking, and they are worth a re-run anyway.  Classic albums redesigned as books. Good stuff. Loads more are available for viewing on Google images (other search engines are available).

The Bob Dylan / Zimmerman one is my favourite.

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the nani red card - baaaaaaaaaaaastaaard!!!!!

Just as Manchester United had gone in front and l thought they were going to do it (although it was still squeaky bum time).  Luckily there were no razor blades lying about when l went a lookin'.

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I'm back again! (this time from leeds)

Well, l've finally got around to posting again, and not before time.  Christmas and New Year have long gone, and it's back to the grim reality of life.
While l've been away l haven't read much, but have been watching plenty of TV, going out, and working way too hard. Trying to sort out repairs to our house and life in general, and l also banged and split my head open, resulting in a new and improved man (who still has a cab from the cut).
I have just returned from Leeds, where Robbo and myself went to the comic fair at the Town Hall on Saturday, met my brother Paul (as it was his birthday), and pratted about all day and evening, ending up in the Stone Roses bar, dancing with some Leeds fans, before heading for some samosas and bhajis.  Then it was a taxi home for Paul, and back to the hotel for me and Robbo.  The  hotel room was nothing special (we shared a room), but the hotel itself (Bewleys) was pretty good as far as the bar, stag and hen nights, and lounging around chatting in large leather chairs went, so that suited us down to the ground. They were only messing about (I hope) but I still haven't recovered from seeing Paul and Robbo kissing in one of the gay bars.  A more hideous sight l can't imagine, and l'm sure l will be traumatised and scared for life (even more that l already am).
We returned to meet the girls in Middlesbrough the next day, then went to Cross Keys for a couple of pints and some food, before heading back to sunny Catterick, JT's, then wine, chocolate and food at home, followed by a disturbed night due to somebody snoring (I won't say who). Back to reality now and work again this afternoon, but at least there's the Manchester United against Real Madrid game to look forward to this evening. It's going to be close, and it sure is squeaky bum time.
Life goes on, and it least it is nearly summer.

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hello hello l'm back again - gary glitter

Goodness Gracious!!

The singer may be dodgy, but the song is still excellent and appropriate.
Christmas is over with, now it's back to life (back to reality.....)

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christmas is cancelled

After giving it some thought, Christmas was shite when l was a kid, and l'm not ecstatic about this years celebrations either.  Therefore, it's pretty much cancelled, and l am having a break, but will probably return sometime in the new year.  Yo ho ho

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the lone italian fan

This is a classic!  Arrigo Brovedani is a fan of the Italian club Udinese, and at their away Serie A game against Sampdoria, he was the only Udinese fan in the away end.  I hope he didn't try to kick off afterwards.

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tower bridge opens for a large yellow duck

I wish l had seen this!  A large (50 foot) yellow duck heading up the Thames in London.  Something to do with crap about people having fun and enjoying themselves.  More here.

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homeland - series 2

I started off enjoying Homeland, albeit with a few plot reservations, as some of it seemed implausible.   I then managed to stick it through to series two, and have been diligently watching it with the FPO, but it has finally made me snap, and quite frankly, l couldn't care less what happens to any of them.  Carrie is constantly disobeying orders, Brodie is better, but still unbelievable, and........that's it - l've lost interest.  The final straw for me was when Carrie was released from captivity, called the CIA (who told her to stay put as they were on their way), but once again put her life at risk by returning, unarmed, to confront her captor (who was armed).  It was also laughable the amount of time she kept her disguise on (a black wig and head scarf) while undercover abroad, and she never tries to conceal her hair or appearance when doing stake outs.
I still want to give the original Israeli series (Hatufim / Prisoners of War) a go, and l anticipate that will be a lot better (as the originals usually are), but this is the kind of implausible American remake that drives me nuts.  Bastards!

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books l read in egypt (#7) micromegas - voltaire

More top tales from the satirical Frenchman.  One of Voltaire's shorter tales, but once again, involving travel.  This time, it's of the science fiction kind, as two giants from other planets (Sirius and Saturn) come to Earth, and discover to their amazement that there is life below them in the shape of whales and mankind.  This is due to the fact that Micromegas (a banished heretic on his own planet) is 20,000 feet tall, so it is pretty difficult to see and hear them.  The other worldly giants make a hearing device to converse with the humans, who then argue philosophy, and explain the planet was made uniquely for mankind (much to the giants amusement).  Micromegas tells the humans he will write them a book explaining the point of life, but when they open it later, it is blank.  What a card!

books l read in egypt (#6) the secret history of rock - roni sarig

This was sometimes boring, and there were parts that could be skipped, but it achieved its aim in making me want to re-listen to some of my music, and get out there and try out some new stuff l hadn't given ear time to before (which isn't much). A ramshackle history of underground artists, with breakdowns of their recorded work, plus quotes from admirers.  If l only had the time.....

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books l read in egypt (#5) zadig (or, the book of fate) - voltaire

Rather like the other major work of Voltaire's, (Candide), Zadig ends up (through unusual circumstances) on a forced and eventful journey, through ancient Babylonia.  It's subtitle (The book of fate), is very apt, as Zadig has to cope with all that is unexpectedly thrown in front of him, which he does with great wisdom and courage. He falls in love, but is also sentenced to death, exiled and cheated.  Towards the end, extra wisdom is bestowed upon him by  a wise man, but life in general is haphazard, random and dangerous.  I prefer Candide, but this is still a classic.

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books l read in egypt (#4) danny baker - going to sea in a sieve

Danny Baker can be full of crap, and an annoying opinionated arse to boot, but he is also intelligent, witty, and has certainly got some tales to tell. Going to Sea in a Sieve covers his childhood years and first job experiences. For most people, this could be dull, but there's football, violence, celebrities galore, and his families (mainly his fathers) outlook on life. Along the way, he manages to go on tour with The Clash, become a somewhat reluctant spokesperson for Punk, and Marc Bolan gives him the shirt off his back (a classy and cool thing to do). Sometimes a bit bombastic, and l strongly disagree with some of his opinions, but very entertaining nonetheless.  I'm already looking forward to the second book (if he gets around to it).

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books l read in egypt (#3) hideous kinky - esther freud

Hideous Kinky was one of the many books that l had stashed on my kindle for free, and as l fancied a change, l dived in.  An semi autobiographical tale of Esther Freud's childhood exploits with her sister and mother in 1960's Morocco, it drove me crazy.  A bloody middle class/upper class hippy, swanning around, following exotic eastern religions, getting hysterical, and copping off with the natives, while the children are left to roam and pretty much fend for themselves. Mummy lite (or light) at its worst.  Now a major film starring Kate Winslet!!!!  Don't bother with my ticket, l'm busy.

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books l read in egypt (#2) the devil rides out - paul o'grady

The second of Paul O'Grady's autobiographies, The Devil Rides Out tells of his troubles just generally surviving, trying to make some kind of living in menial jobs, plus extended stints as a bar man and carer.  He eventually decides to move from his Birkenhead home to the bright lights of London full time, and nurtures the ideas that will one day spring forth as his Lily Savage character. It also deals with his mothers attitude towards him, plus his feelings about having fathered a child (and getting married). It's interesting and funny, and it has sparked my interest in reading his first book.  If l had paid good money for this, he would soon have been doubling it.  Sadly for him, that is not the case (but he's a lot richer than me anyway).

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books l read in egypt (#1) we - yevgeny zamyatin

Well, l finally got around to finishing this while away in Egypt (Sharm el-Sheikh), as l had been starting and stopping it for some time, mainly because l was reading it at night while l was tired at work.  'We' (by Yevgeny Zamyatin) tells the story of a glass covered and bleak dystopian future, where everything is state controlled, and kept in order by 'One State', until some of the citizens (who have no names, only numbers) decide to rebel and go back to the old days and break down the (literal) green wall separating them from nature.  They try to enlist D-503, the architect of a rocket, who falls in love with one of them (1-330).  However, he feels he may be being used, and thinks the rebels goals are insane as (to him) everything is logical and perfect, but he slowly starts to come around to their way of thinking.  In the meantime, the state fights back by ordering compulsory  'Great Operations', basically a lobotomy that will put the populace back under their control.  From 1921, and the first book to be banned by the Soviet censorship board, it's well worth sticking with, even if it does take some time, and it's weird to think that Zamyatin got some of the ideas for the book while working in the shipyards at Jesmond, Newcastle (just up the road from me).

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american bomber pilots decorated jackets

There's a a great article in Collectors Weekly (I'm a sad old git) about the way American World War Two (and later) pilots and crew used to decorate their leather jackets, which have since become collectible items. As it states in the article, most of the men were still pretty young, did not expect to live long, and reverted back to the iconic images of their not so long distant youths for their designs.  The commanders tolerated this as it was a way for the men to cope with the huge amounts of stress that they must have been under.
The item at the bottom is known as a blood chit, and was sewn inside of the jackets, to be used as an extra pocket, but more importantly, it has the message in Chinese that there will be a reward if the person the jacket belongs to is assisted to safety.  Once again, people had it tough in the old days.

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