yugoslavian record covers

It's easy to mock other countries tastes in music and LP sleeves, so l might as well do so.
Here are some tasteful albums from Yugoslavia, and if they have pipped your interest, more can be found here.
The covers themselves are enough for me, as l dread to think what they would sound like.

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david moyes, the chosen one, has left the building

So, David Moyes, The Chosen One himself, has been unceremoniously dumped, and now it's a case of who will replace him.  Louis Van Gaal is the one l'd put my money on, but what the hell do l know, as l would have kept Moyes on for at least another year and let him have a clear out and replenish the squad in the summer, as some of the players, especially the senior ones who should have been stepping up to the mark, have been taking the piss.  Despite Moyes's failings, negativity, and post match comments about playing well when the team obviously haven't, he has proven himself to be a good manager over the years, and Manchester United are not a club that should be taking knee jerk decisions, and should have gone for the long game (and risen above all of the negative press he has recently endured). It was also pretty distasteful the way the press had obviously been briefed in advance about the departure, and Moyes then had to wait until Tuesday morning for his sacking to be confirmed.  Not classy at all, and it just tarnishes the clubs reputation.
If anyone is interested, the banner above is now on sale at ebay, but l have a sneaking feeling the winning bidder won't be paying up, unless it is a consortium of Liverpool fans who are planning on displaying it next year, if the worst happens, and they win the league.
Bloody football.  At least we haven't been relegated.

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bloody rats

Whilst letting Mr Parrot out in the garden the other day to catch some rays, l wandered over to the overgrown and usually (at the moment) rabbit run, and idly leaned on it, passing the time by wondering if any rats still came over from the fields at the back of the garden, like they have in the past.  Then l noticed something from the corner of my eye - a big rat that was a bit sleepy or dazed.  I managed to kill it by whacking it over the head with a shovel, and then threw it into the farmers field (as you do in these circumstances), and although l felt a bit sorry for it and didn't want to particularly kill it, l also don't want to be having loads of rats by the house.  At least it wasn't as big as the one above, but l might have to keep a look out in case his mates start gathering, and invest in some rat poison. Then again, l may just build myself a rat trap like in the gif below.
One of the many joys of living out in the wilds.
Watch this space.

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how to use the internet

I've forgotten where l downloaded this from, but it's pretty much on the ball.  I guess my internet actions, like everyone else's, depends on how l am feeling, although l certainly didn't start a blog because l was angry.
Mad maybe, and certainly 'a bit' crazy, but not angry.

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the oscar pistorius trial

The Oscar Pistorius trial is still ongoing, with the evidence being challenged by both sides, but l've got a sneaky feeling that if it had been me killing my girlfriend by shooting through the bathroom door (when she was meant to be in bed with me), l would have been banged up by now, whereas Oscar might just get away with it because of his fame, relentless sobbing, and the no doubt bucketfuls of cash used for lawyers to plead in his defence.
If only he had invested in a sign like this on his bathroom door, then everything would (probably) still be hunky dory.

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true detective - cartoon style

I loved True Detective so much that l stayed up all night and watched the series on the internet, one episode after another (because that's the kind of crazy guy l am!).
Now somebody's only gone and matched some of the dialogue with cartoons.
Genius!  Rather like the old Charlie Brown and Peanuts / The Smiths mix from a while ago.
More here.

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extreme bike riding

This is just insane.

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poverty wage isn't working

Steve Bell - on the ball again.

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a famous artwork

Any ideas what this artwork is?  It's inspired a famous song, and it is now owned by David Gilmour of Pink Floyd fame.
Given up?
In that case, l shall enlighten you.
It's non other than Julian Lennon's childhood work, 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'.  He told John Lennon that it was the name of the artwork, and John duly nicked the title for the song of the same name.
The Lucy who is in the sky, was Lucy O'Donnell, a class mate of Julian's who later became Lucy Vodden, and who died in 2009, but as to how David Gilmour came to own it, l have no idea (and can't be bothered trying to look it up).

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out in the boro

Out with Mr Robinson yesterday in the Boro, just chilling out a bit and chatting about life in general, although we also had bets on The Grand National and got food on the way home.  If l hadn't been so confident with my bet, and stuck it on each way instead of on the nose, l would have at least won a bit (as the horse finished third), but it was a case of all or nothing as far as l was concerned (and no - l won't learn any lessons from my stupidity).
I went through early, as Robbo asked me to drop some money off at his brothers, so l decided to head straight through after the drop, as it was a bit pointless returning home again and just hanging about.
After a chat with Kerry, a taxi was ordered, various pubs around town were visited, we had dealings with dodgy blokes on bikes, and at the end of the evening, the selection of food from Hot Wok was better than expected, with the manageress coming over and chatting to us for quite a bit, so we may well frequent that particular establishment again in the future.
That's about it - nothing too exciting, although Robbo's ulcer didn't explode (always a bonus), and we didn't return wrecked, even if he still managed to fall asleep for Match of the Day, and l agreed to babysit at the end of the month, so maybe we were more tiddly than we thought.  I'll have to slip something into Mr C's night time drink to make sure he sleeps until the following morning.

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the biased news

Channel 4 had to apologise for running a news item a few weeks back when it was revealed that three of the four 'members of the public' they interviewed for some on-the-street voxpops were actually all employees of the same PR agency, Livity. Which, coincidentally is where the interviewer himself had previously worked.

 Bad practice, sure, but it's not a patch on ITV. During the teachers' strike last week, ITV interviewed a 'random' working mum, Fiona Jull, and poor Fiona told them all about how she had had to arrange emergency child care. That wouldn't be the same Fiona Jull whose PR company represents Emergency Childcare, would it? Why, yes it would! Not that ITV bothered to tell viewers.

No wonder l'm cynical
News reporting from here

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another funeral - hazel foster

Unfortunately, l had to attend another funeral yesterday, that of Hazel Foster, a woman l had known on and off for years, but got to know well over the last year. She will be missed by a lot of people.

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sucking off dogs for quavers

Now this is a headline you don't see every day, but how the dog manages to equip himself with Quavers in the first place is anyone's guess.

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the sex pistols and ce ce peniston, plus deee lite and enya

l've been loving this mash up over the weekend, and playing it pretty damn loud.  It's a Go Home Productions mix of The Sex Pistols 'Did You No Harm' and Ce Ce Peniston's 'Finally'.

Saying that - this has also been on heavy rotation.  Enya and Deee Lite.



Both are pure class.

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the hancock museum in newcastle

I'm back in Newcastle for training tomorrow, and while there, l've had to find things to do with my spare time apart from hitting the pub, as can't drink during the day, and in the evening l've got to drive back from Darlington.  Therefore, l have been checking out the nearby museums, and the above photographs are all from The Hancock Gallery's natural history section.
It's an interesting enough way of killing time, but they might find that the T.Rex is slowly getting smaller. That's because l'm stealing it, bone by bone, as l intend rebuilding it in the back garden to scare away the neighbours cats.  As long as those pesky kids don't catch me in the act.
Wish me luck.

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car boot sale heaven

I was on sleepover at work last night and finished at 8am this morning, (after staying up till 2.30am and getting up at 6.10am).  On a whim, while driving home, l decided to take a detour and have a look at a local car boot sale, a place l have only ever been to once before, but keep meaning to visit.  I was mighty pleased that l decided to do so, as l ended up buying a total of  23 albums (large CD's that scratch to you kids out there), for a total of  £35, and that was with a load of Beatles singles thrown in for good measure.  I was especially pleased with The Rolling Stones ones, as they are the original unboxed red Decca versions, all in great nick, but some of the LP's l bought are just to replace stuff l already have because they are miles better copies (yeeeeessssss...l know l am a sad bastard, and certainly don't need telling).
Originally, there was a slim chance l was going to do some painting today (as if!), but that went out of the window, and all l've been doing is reading and listening to records (and annoying Mr Parrot).  What bliss.
I've said it before and l'll say it again, l could easily fill a house with records, comics, DVD's etc, but at least l've sorted out some old LP's to give to my sister, so the actual amount of records in the house stays roughly the same.
Then there's the not so small problem of finding loads of spare time to read and listen to everything.  The books in the photograph are recent purchases l have yet to get through, l have another pile of unread ones that remain untouched, as well as the two books l have on the go at the moment (as well as TV shows and football to watch, and going out annoying people to fit in).
Multi tasking is the answer.  I'm currently listening to The Who's 'Quadrophenia' film soundtrack while updating this blog and drinking chilled white wine at the same time, with Mr Parrot sitting on my leg, getting the occasional stroke (me stroking him, not the other way round).
No wonder l fall asleep on trains.

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mishap on the train

Damn!  This is what happens when you fall asleep on the train back from Newcastle - you end up at desolate Northallerton railway station and have to change trains and head back up to Darlington so you can drive home.
I was fast asleep when someone sat next to me, which woke me up.  It's a good job they did, as l would have ended up in that there London.  The train was actually in Darlingon station when l woke up, but by the time l'd grabbed my bag and ipod, the train had set off again, with me muttering curses and profanities under my breath at the firmly closed door.
I knew l was tired, but not that much. They're working me into the ground, but I suppose l should be grateful l wasn't covered in drool, and l hadn't wet myself while l was sleeping.  That would have been just a teesie bit more embarrassing, but l'm sure l will eventually end up doing that as well, it's only a matter of time, as my senility takes over and l finally lose what is left of my marbles.

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michael smiths small town america

 

These shots of small time America from back in the day look really realistic, but they are from a project called 'Elgin Park' by Michael Paul Smith, who has been photographing small models and scenery that he has built, using real landscapes as backgrounds, with splendid results.
The photographs are available to buy, and there are more photographs, plus more about the project (and shots of the photographs being set up), at his site, which can be found here.
I always have a grudging respect for anyone who is devoted enough to follow their artistic bent to such a degree, but this must take up a hell of a lot of his time.
I wonder if he is married?

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the budget

I thought the top poster was a spoof at first, but no, of course not, nothing is too patronising for the piss taking bastards, and it's just a shame that so many of the poor and uneducated will fall for it.
The bottom one is a spoof, but is a lot more honest.
Sadly, l can't envisage Ed Miliband winning a general election in the near (or distant) future, so it looks like we are stuck with Gideon (the 'destroyer') and his toffs.
Eat the rich brothers and sisters - time for a revolution!!

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lucky (or unlucky) cyclist

I can't decide if this is really lucky or unlucky.
A cyclist is hit by a pickup truck, and as it hits him, a mattress falls off the back of the truck, which the cyclist then lands on, cushioning his fall.
Now what are the chances of that happening??
If l was him, l'd go and buy a lottery ticket, but then again, he may get run over on the way to the shop.
He's living life on a knifes edge.

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