I've decided to stop updating this blog...



But I'll leave it here so the archives are still online. Have
a look through the past 10 months, there might be something that
tickles your fancy. Thanks for all who emailed & gave feedback.
Happy New year & best wishes to all. Peace.

I'll probably be back next week...

Nightmare Before Christmas...



Nightmare Before Christmas original poem

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

Now that's better - ain't it...

Linton Kwesi Johnson - Fite Dem Back...



Linton Kwesi Johnson

we gonna smash their brains in
cause they ain't got nofink in 'em
we gonna smash their brains in
cause they ain't got nofink in 'em

some a dem say dem a niggah haytah
an' some a dem say dem a black beatah
some a dem say dem a black stabbah
an' some a dem say dem a paki bashah

fashist an di attack
noh baddah worry 'bout dat
fashist an di attack
wi wi' fite dem back
fashist an di attack
den wi countah-attack
fashist an di attack
den wi drive dem back

we gonna smash their brains in
cause they ain't got nofink in 'em
we gonna smash their brains in
cause they ain't got nofink in 'em

Forces of Victory (1979)...

Joe Strummer died two years ago today...



with him died a secret that only he could answer - maybe;
what the fuck does he say at the end of Complete Control?

$%&@@@**$$$!!!!!!!!!!!!! - and that means you - *&^%$#?...

If your going to paint something on a wall...



Could stencils be the artful answer to graffiti?

Stencil Graffiti

do it in style...

8mm was on TV tonight...



8mm

I caught it at the movies when it came out in 1999
and had forgotten how good it is. Excellent working
of an unusual subject. Nicholas Cage is brilliant as
the P.I. Tom Welles. Definitely worth watching again.

a snapshot from our sick society...

Grimly fiendish nursery rhymes...



Edward Gorey Bibliography

and fractured Fairy tales...

Paul Weller's Website...



Paul Weller

He just keeps on keepin' on...

Sanity in the UK...



Pogue's Fairytale voted best Christmas song ever

See you in the drunk tank...

YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS, AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM...



The Prisoner (Strummer/Jones)

THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI
NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION
WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN
AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS
SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY
SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE
HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS
AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT

JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD
IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD
THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY
SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE
AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH
JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE
AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR
WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE

AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT
AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT
AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN
I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER

THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN
SELLING REVOLUTION
THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP
WITH SELF-DISILLUSION
YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP
YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN
YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS
AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM

In memory of Graham McPhee 1963 - 1980...

Don't worry - I found it...



Britain's Top Sitcoms Top 11-100

Should've been in the top ten though...

Was there ever any doubt?...



Britain's Best Sitcom

What! No Red Dwarf?...

I love this time of the year...



Naw - not because of Christmas, because of the speculation
before the January transfer window opens. Even though the
Celtic board are saying they've less money than a Buddhist Monk,
I have no doubt Celtic will be linked with a couple of hundred
millions worth of players between now & january. I'm sure a few
new faces will come in - but usually none of the ones bandied
about by the press. Could be a few going out the other way too

I can't wait - honest...

19 Million Pounds fir a cupboard?...



Cabinet Sold for Record Price

I hope it belonged to Dermot Desmond...

And everyone thinks the Tims are paranoid...


Awright - now how dae ye say 'up to yer knee's in fenian blood?'

Rangers RST hire a lip reader

The Huns got a lip reader to work out what Neil Lennon said to the animals who were baiting him for 90 minutes as he left the pitch after the League game at Ibrox. Of the 3 words spoken by Lennon, the lip reader has said that two of the words were Orange bastards. This, of course, has offended the said Hun supporters & they are shocked & stunned at such an inference.

I guess they needed a lip reader as they couldn't hear what he said over the torrents of sectarian abuse that was directed at Lennon. In fact, after viewing a tape of the game, the lip reader's exact words were "The wee Fenian bollox jist said 'Orange bastards'"

Celtic have tried the same with Alex Rae but the lip reader couldn't see past the Buckfast bottle...

Backstreet Boys by Patrik Fitzgerald...



They could be waiting round the corner
They're such a scarifying sight to see
They could be waiting for a straying loner
They could be waiting for you or me

The patter of footsteps through an alleyway
Impatient in the dark, they wait to pounce
hey don't look far when they want trouble
They know it at a glance

But, imagine you look like a boy
That they want after
There's a face on their file
And they don't care for why
And it's no good getting mouthy
Or you'll lose your teeth in their laughter
nd it's no use acting timid
No use coming on shy
With the backstreet boys

Hear them running wild and stoney
You know the sound of violence, it frightens me
But I just pray that they don't know me
I think it's better to hear then see
But then I think to myself
That maybe it's me that they're trailing.
They stop you, no questions asked,
No time to spare.
And your eyes, half asleep,
And your energy failing.
And it's time to disappear
But they're always around somewhere.
And you move and you show
And your fingers point and off they go.
And you breath and they know
And they hear you when you're tippy toe.
And there's a lot of them
And you're only one
And your nerves, at every shadow
Say to turn and run.
And they'd like you to turn
They'd like you to run

Would the backstreet boys
The backstreet boys
The backstreet boys
The backstreet boys

still magnificent; I wonder what happened to Patrik?...

Normal service has been resumed...



It's just a pity it had more to do with Hibs bad luck & Caley Thistles endeavour than Celtic's will to get back to the top of the league. Harsh words? not after saturday's performance. Now that were back up there bhoys, let's make sure we stay there.

although BBJ had a bit of a hand in it...

Loneliness by Katherine mansfield...



Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.

Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows... then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain

She was only 35 when she died from TB...

The things you can find online never cease to amaze me...



Death Row Executions

Scott Langley

morbid fascination...