You've got to hand it to Auntie...



Rewind

A great new programme that looks at Australian myths, legends, characters
& stories from a different perspective. Very interesting & unbiased.

She does make very good TV shows...

Now THIS is a Zombie movie...

I Walked with a Zombie (1943)



A Val Lewton Classic - they just don't make them like this anymore.

I might just sleep with the light on tonight...

Celtic fans are screaming for quality strikers...



Chelsea 4 Celtic 2

Liverpool 5 Celtic 1

We need a quality striker or two to replace HL & to further our European campaign
but - what about a couple of defenders, a quality midfielder & a goalie?

Just a suggestion...

And by that glare, my love will see...



To a Jilted Lover

Cold on my narrow cot
I lie and in sorrow look
through my window-square of black:

figured in the midnight sky,
a mosaic of stars
diagrams the falling years,

while from the moon, my lover's eye
chills me to death
with radiance of his frozen faith.

Once I wounded him with so
small a thorn
I never thought his flesh would burn

or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god;

now there is nowhere I can go
to hide from him:
moon and sun reflect his flame.

In the morning all shall be
the same again:
stars pale before the angry dawn;

the gilded cock will turn for me
the rack of time
until the peak of noon has come

and by that glare, my love will see
how I am still
blazing in my golden hell.

How I am still blazing in my golden hell...

Final Whistle for Legendary Bhoy...



N.I. & Celtic Great Bertie Peacock Dies

R.I.P.

With some of the crap that Roxy Music produced in the late 80's...



Beauty Queen

Valerie please believe
It never could work out
The time to make plans
Has passed, faded away
Oooh the way you look
Makes my starry eyes shiver
Then I look away
Too much for one day
One thing we share
Is an ideal of beauty
Treasure so rare
That even devils might care
Your swimming-pool eyes
In sea breezes they flutter
The coconut tears
Heavy-lidded they shed
Swaying palms at your feet
You're the pride of your street
While you worship the sun
Summer lover of fun
Gold number with neighbours
Who said that you'll go far
Maybe someday be a star
A fast mover like you
And your dreams will all come true
All of my hope, and my inspiration
I drew from you
Our life's pattern's drawn in sand
But the winds could not erase
The memory of your face
Deep in the night
Plying very strange cargo
Our soul-ships pass by
Solo trips to the stars - in the sky
Gliding so far
That the eye cannot follow
Where do they go
We'll never know

It's easy to forget how good they really were...

Hold Tight - now were on our own... 
  

 
The Rezillos

Everybody's on Top of the Pops...

A great psychological horror movie from Korea...



Whispering Corridors

I must have taped this off the telly a while back & forgot to watch it.
An eerie horror movie which avoids using unlimited violence, blood
& special effects in favour of  an unknown supernatural presence.

Chilling & suspense filled to the very end... 

Boss of the Block... 
 


Martin Lewis - American, 1881-1962

I really like this. It's visually appealing in spite of the 'ugliness' of the subject matter.
She has an animal beauty - a haughty arrogance. I mean, even the dog in the background
is scared to piss on the fire hydrant in case he incurrs her wrath - and who can blame him?

Lewis was born in Australia - left for the USA when he was 19...

You can find almost anything for free on the net...
 

 
Brave New World

I must admit, I don't really like reading anything of length on a computer screen
and do have a life-long love affair with books, but, there are a fine selection of
books available FREE online if you look hard enough.

Bugger! I only bought BNW last week at an auction...

I found this splendidly melancholy image on an old postcard site...



Fascination

I won't try to stop you
When you speak of the past
Doubt is over now
And I can join in when you laugh
Fascination makes us ask for more
Than we'd like to know
I needn't explain
I think you know

Re-assure me when my heart's
Not bold enough to bear her name
If you were in my shoes
And scared I would do the same
And though I may ask
There's no need for past details
Although I may laugh alone
My courage fails
Did you know

See how I've changed now
My heads so clear
Still there are some things
That I don't want to hear
There must be so much I know
That you cannot forget
And I mustn't wish your life began
The day we met

Places we go remind you
when you were here before
So you talk and tell me
You don't think about it anymore
There is something I know
Hasn't quite been left behind
So I'll ask you once again
To prove that I don't mind
To prove that I don't mind

Don't know why - but I feel it sits rather well with this...

I refuse to get drawn into the speculated transfer market...



But in a week - yes, seven days - where 32 players were linked
to joining Celtic - including Phat boy Viduka, I can't help wondering
who WILL be on the teamsheet come the new season? Of these attributions,
even a layman can dismiss 90% - 95% of the Talent. A few of the lesser known
Europeans seem to be the best bet but it wouldn't surprise me if the players
who will end up at paradise haven't even been mentioned yet. I mean, The Daily
Rangers have linked everyman & his dog to the Bhoys - even publishing a month or
so ago that Rivaldo had signed for Celtic - most of their attributions have been
dismissed within 24 hours. Leave it to the man who knows best; Mr O'Neill.

He's comfortable operating at the 11th Hour - Be Patient...

A Break in the Battle...



It lasted no longer than it takes to write these lines,
How can I forget the sanctuary you gave?
A fragment of a cold afternoon when we had time,
Lying in the grey half-light of November,
Wrapped like the Egyptian dead,
Limbs entwined like branches,
One breath; one heart.
Scared to move lest this perfect unity be lost.
Somewhere, in another land, the phone rings;
The clanging metallic bells surrender, unanswered.
Encouraged by the Autumn gloom, serenity returns.
Silence now, save the litany from the streets.
It meets the ears filtered through glass and eiderdown;
An underwater world where no-one drowns,
Except in you.
Slowly I sink...

East London St. November 1984...

What are you rebelling against Johnny?



Marlon Brando 1924 - 2004

"I have always considered my life a private affair and the business of no one beyond my family and those I love. Except for moral and political issues that aroused in me a desire to speak out, I have done my utmost throughout my life, for the sake of my children and myself, to remain silent... But now, in my seventieth year, I have decided to tell the story of my life as best I can, so that my children can separate the truth from the myths that others have created about me, as myths are created about everyone swept up in the turbulent and distorting maelstrom of celebrity in our culture."
Marlon Brando 1994

"If there is a better performance by a man in the history of film in America, I don't know what it is."
Elia Kazan on Brando's performance in 'On the Waterfront'

What can one say that hasn't been said before - or at least will be in the next few weeks - about, in my opinion, the greatest actor to ever grace the screen? Not much. From a boy who grew into a man watching Brando - Thank You.

Whaddaya got?

I don't mean to be bold but may I hold you're hand...



Marc Bolan & T. Rex Listening Room

'Hot love' by T-Rex. God! does that bring back memories from the summer of '71.
I was ten. I remember singing this with the Redbraes crew as we swung on the
swings in the park and tried to shake off childhood all too soon in the idyllic
summer sunshine. I think I fell in love about a hundred times that summer. That
was the great thing about Redbraes in the summer holidays. It had a distinctly
itinerant population of grandchildren so there were always new 'lassies' turning
up. I loved staying with Ada - my Grandmother - in the holidays, some of the
best memories from my childhood are at Redbraes. Days of eternal happiness.

Long summer nights and always a gang of us in the park or down the river.
I think me must have went somewhere on holiday the next year as 1971 is the
last childhood summer I remember in Redbraes. It was like a little country estate
at the bottom of broughton Road with the park and all the tree's down by the 'Dam.'
Heaven. I walked down Redbraes when I was back for my Dad's funeral. It has
deteriorated and all the treasured places of my youth seem jaded with poverty
and neglect. Nothing remains the same as in our memories - even though
we hope they might.

Anyway, back to 'Hot Love'. I think it was No.1 that summer. Janet - my sister -
bought the single and we used to play it on her portable record player. I remember
the label had a fly on it. Great stuff from Mr Feld. I think Zoe Johnstone was my
'Woman of Gold' that summer - or one of them - Behave...

la-la-la-lalalala, la-la-la-lalalala, la-la-la-lalalala...

Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda...



I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me,
All day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the colour of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

tal es el dolor del amor mi amigo...