25 Jul 2016

And Then A Cool Sound...

Just in case you’re going to stay home rather than go to some music joint on the off chance some whiz-bang made it past the bouncers rather than detonating himself in the street, check this out. It’s rather sort o’ jazzy and features a pretty cool saxophone that bounces nicely through the headphones.

It may prove a tad therapeutic if you’re unfortunate enough to be stuck in one of they traffic crawls towards Dover. Especially if you’re at the Birmingham end of the queue. Bummer of a start to your holiday eh? Why are you going to France anyway? It’s pretty much the same as here but the locals talk funny and it’s really hard to understand them. What’s that you say? You’re just driving through France to get to Spain? And you call that a holiday? Damn!

It’s also good company while doing that Blog reading stuff and surfing the Web for knowledge – or a good laugh. Or both. One point; the saxophone; you think it’s a saxophone you blow into or is it an electrically generated saxophone-a-sound-alike? I’m tempted to side with electrickery.

Spookily, the number is ‘Happy Endings’. Anybody see one of those on the horizon yet?


Quote;  Eleanor Catton.

“The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light  - grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores.”

24 Jul 2016

And Then A Scrub Up...

Not too much time today as I’m up to my neck with all kinds of something to do. Nothing worthy of a mention here – unless it all goes pear shaped of course.

Other than that non-entry, there’s an interesting bit at Breitbart relating to the kid wot did the Munich shooting and the reluctance of the good ol’ BBC, that bastion of truthful and factual reportage, to mention the Ali bit of the boys name but rather, by hook or by crook, avoid Ali or relegate it and stick with David.

As a by-the-by, how do these young bucks manage to get hold of a hand gun, three hundred rounds and also hack Facebook? All done while, apparently, suffering with mental health issues. It must be, like, totally awesome to be nuts these days.

Anyhoo, in relation to the Breitbart bit, there was a comment at Guido Fawkes, apologies to the originator, Bob Fleming, for the theft thereof,  that I thought summed it all up quite nicely;
“Ali Mohammed Jihadi Fatwa Bongo - or 'Jim' as the BBC like to call him.”

Quote;  J. K. Rowling.

“Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”

22 Jul 2016

And Then, The Next...

Sadly, it seems the next Summer of Sadness gig in the current European Tour, will soon be announced via social media.

The BBC, on the early news as I type, are stressing this may not be a terror attack at all and may well just be some guy with mental health problems going on a shooting rampage - as they do.

Also, at this early stage, and a tad off message, they’re wheeling out ‘experts’ warning of the risk of that ol’ backlash thingy. A backlash? Against folk with mental health problems? Get a grip BBC.

Meanwhile over on Fox some guy said that what he’s saying will offend the bedwetters and the anti gun lobby, but it was time to learn to fight back as these types of attacks seem to be coming more frequent and, right now, what are you going to do if some guy bursts into your shop brandishing a gun? Throw him a pack of gum and ask him to leave? He has a point.

Quote;  P.G. Wodehouse.

“The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.”

21 Jul 2016

And Then An Other Oldie...

I make no excuses for bring the below classic out of left field – again - as it fits well with the wickedly warm weather an’ such and I do hope Ripper belts it out at his place of work tonight as he and his fellow nighthawks slowly cook in their recommended all weather protective clothing.  watch out for those Health and Safety regulations; they can be a killer eh?
You could always call in sick I guess;

“I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There's a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is ......  Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!”
Shel Silverstein

Be cool my friends.


Quote;  Marilyn Monroe.

“It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”

20 Jul 2016

And Then, Sunny Daze...

And it came to pass we’ve had a couple of warm to hot days and the general population has cast off several, and in the case of the more ugly amongst us, all layers of their outer garments. Mercifully, the MSM and various health bods have been on hand to pass on helpful advice to the dumb and yet dumber.

Keep out of the sun but if you must sally forth, the wearing of loose fitting, light coloured clothing is recommended. No idea what that nudge is all about. Oh, and get yo’ ass round and check on elderly neighbours.

With this last bit in mind, I donned suitable clothing – an old white bed sheet with a hole cunningly cut for my head to protrude through which I loosely wrapped in an old white towel, exposed skin areas doubly lathered in sun-block and a litre bottle of water, as I was out of gin, – and set off on the perilous journey down our path and up their path to check on a pair of elderly neighbours of ours. I was hoping upon hope that they would answer their door quickly so I could enter and recover in shelter before embarking on the, no less perilous, sun drenched, return journey to home.

As I reached our front gate, I realised our elderly neighbours were quite a bit younger than wot I be and as they hadn’t been banging on my door to check me out, I decided they definitely weren’t worth the effort involved in walking up their garden path and hitting a door so I scampered back to the safety of home.

Not to worry; they are, indeed, sort of elderly so fully understanding of the concept of hot, cold, wet and/or windy weather and the common sense ‘precautions’ to take dependant on the prevailing conditions. It’s called doing what comes naturally. Common sense; sadly, a concept that seems to die a little with each passing generation.

Quote;  Rachel Caine.

“God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.”

18 Jul 2016

And Then, It Came To Pass...

Time to move on now as the flowers have been arranged, little candles lit, teddy bears posed, hands held, arms linked, selfies of group hugs taken and sad songs sung.

A quick note to all attendees; please keep checking Twitter and other social media outlets for any news relating to the date and location of the next major Summer of Sadness gig of the current European tour. Information will be posted, in the not too distant future,  as details become available.

Finally, before you leave, please remember to collect your teddy bears, once the TV crews have left, so’s you can get them cleaned-up ready for the next gig. Thank you.

Looking around it seems the world’s going to hell - not so much in a handcart, but more in a super sized ship. Having typed that, would you like to end up living in one of these apartments? Even for just a few weeks? No?


I guess big boat cruising isn’t for you either then...


Quote;  Confucius.

“We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression.”