cracking cheese......

....there I was enjoying the weekday delights of Stewart and Amelia, when 8 minutes before their time was up they said good night.....oh I thought...and then I knew what was coming....or did I.....

....we now introduce a party political broadcast on behalf of the labour party...... 

now it didn't/doesn't matter which political party it was/is, it is usually my cue to get up and do something else, but as I haven't been missold PPI for a while, nor am I due any whiplash compensation from an accident I haven't had, the phone wasn't ringing....plus I'd eaten me shepherds [sans cheval] pie  [I love pie], and so it seemed I was glued to the sofa.... well what a 10 minutes worth of gut wrenching crap the labour party piled upon us last night.....

Talk about ....pick me .... pick me ..... pick me ........

Rather than espouse the virtues of the labour party and it's policies for socialist reform, we were subjected to 10 minutes of why Ed Milliband is such a wonderful guy..... we were told by his teachers how great he was........ we were told by his class mates how great he was.....we were told by his students from Harvard how great he was...... didn't see it ? don't believe me ?

and apparently the cameraman was pissed...

Ed if you are reading this, and I know you do, so don't deny it..... you are not great...you are a knob !

This broadcast had all the hallmarks of the teacher standing up for the class knob, and telling all the other kids they must like him.... but of course the point is, he is still a knob.....

Quite frankly I am not interested how many "friends" Ed has got on his Facebook page.... what I want to know is not about "him" but what he is going to do to improve the sh1t politics in this country....on the strength of last night...he's doesn't have an effin clue.... politics should not be about the person they are [or how pretty/stupid/ugly/photogenic/how much they spend on hand bags {delete as appropriate} their partners are/do ]...........it should be about what the politician will do for his country.... 

Being a politician [and more importantly being Prime Minister], is about serving the nation not about being served by the nation......[are you taking note Mr Blair ? ...yes you....I know you read this blog too]

And so it is, no matter how many times you see Ed Milland, no matter how much his team want to billshut you that this bloke is really really smart......

The nano second he opens his gob....all you can hear are the words.....

cracking cheese.....

 gromit....

[every bloody time]

Today's SoD is dedicated

 to Mr Millibands marketing

 team behind that

 crappy broadcast last night

from the......

Ridiculous:

.......... to the ..........

Sublime:

here's a puzzle.....

..... Egypt once again hits our news radar.... I have a number of on going work projects in Egypt.....

What's the answer to this puzzle ?

Over the weekend around 30 people died, whilst protesting at death 

sentences imposed on 21 people, imposed for the death of 74 people, 

who had been killed at a football match in Port Said in February 2012.

How does that work ? I wonder if the person who carried out the very first act of killing at that football match realised that in effect, he [possibly a she, but unlikely] was triggering a sequence of events, whereby another 73 people would shortly die, that in turn would lead [potentially] to another 21 people dying, which again in turn did [actually] lead to 30 people dying.

What was that about the butterfly effect again ?

I exchanged some emails with a colleague in Alexandria yesterday, commenting on the troubles seen on our news, and she replied saying.....that, yes it was worrying, but not even the Egyptians can understand the reasons why ........

the coffee classes....

.... the banality of life returns once more.....as I stood there beclothing myself in readiness for another day on the hamster wheel of work, I was listening to an article on Radio 4. Essentially, it was merely some nomark prattling on about how in England, we no longer mark class as, working~middle~upper class, but more how we spend our money. He used our choices of coffee shop to "redefine" our class.....and worse still he's written a book about it.... I know you shouldn't judge a book by the article covered on Radio 4, let alone by it's cover, but I can't even be arsed to find out the actual name of the book [they did say the name on Radio 4 but my ears had glazed over by this point]. But this book to me, has of all the hallmarks of......so what ?

So it got me thinking, if I am going to recommend to people not to waste their time reading a book, of who's title I cannot remember, I should therefore recommend a book worth reading of who's title I can remember........so what is it you might wonder.......well......... there are some fab books I can name.......but one resonated in my brain more than most today...... Listening to the banality of our choices of what coffee shop I should aspire too, there must surely be something more meaningful about life....surely there must...there is isn't there ?

Well last night I watched Brian Cox on BBC2 hoping he would explain to me the meaning of life, in his wonders of life new series...... now don't get me wrong, BC is a great orator with his wonder and marvel at everything he sees, but somehow I don't think he got the message across...the answer could still be 42..... but then later on BBC 1 there was the very disturbing narration of Henia Bryer, telling her story, said without anger or hate, how as a Polish Jew, she described her journeys through 4 death camps including Auschwitz and finally ending at Bergen-Belsen......

For my BoD, I was looking for my copy, as there was a particular section I wanted to quote....but I couldn't find my copy, but I do have another quote from the book which says more than enough....whether it be the story of Henia Bryer.....or this guy

[my eldest daughter, who knows nothing of my blog, sent me the link to this video* this morning..... was she reading my mind ?]

So the quote is this:

The first thing we need to find, said Mr Golan, is a reason to live.

..........

Without a reason, why bother? Existence needs purpose: to be able to endure the pain of life with dignity; to give us a reason to continue. The meaning must enter our hearts, not our heads. We must understand the meaning of our suffering.

So with that in mind do I give a rats arse what coffee shop class I am ......nah....not on your nelly.....

And my BoD ?...... it is ........ When God was a Rabbit

I am very lucky to have 2 daughters who introduce me to new things, whether it be books, videos, funny moments, sad moments.....and music....and so whilst my eldest reminds me of a story I told her from a few years back, my youngest introduces me to more great new music...so to accompany my BoD here is my SoD.....

*[When my eldest sent me an email with the link to the video she said this.....Just goes to show that sometimes it isn't just time and other times, it is (am thinking of the incident in Felixstowe where the driver died and the passenger survives)......

{ this was a  story I had told her about when she was perhaps about 12 years old or so......}

........a few years back, I was decorating at home on a Saturday afternoon listening to the radio {such is the memory, I can even say I was decorating the landing, standing on some step ladders} and listening to the local radio and the news report said that the road into Felixstowe was closed as a motorist had been killed. At the time it was just another sad news report, but little did I realise that when I got into work on the Monday morning, I would be investigating the death of the driver.....Martin O'Sullivan was his name......what happened was Mr O'Sullivan and his wife were heading to the shops and Mr O'Sullivan was driving their BMW car. As they negotiated a roundabout, a container truck along side them, overturned and fell on to the BMW. The car was crushed along the centre line and Mrs O'Sullivan got out of the passenger side virtually unscathed.....Mr O'Sullivan did not....how does that work ? ....why did  Henia Bryer survive....why did the Chinese motorcyclist survive, and why did Mr O'Sullivan not survive....well I know this much....it had bugger all to do with what coffee shop they frequented....oh the banality of life !]

It's a sign !..... It's a sign !....redux....

Ha ha....there I am updating my blog with Top Gear playing....

I think Top Gear read my Blog...... Jezzer Clarkson, just commented about the matrix road signs.....querying the sign about preparing your car for winter.....

He asked how do you prepare your car for winter ?......der.....take off it's shades and shorts and and fit a hat and scarf !.....der

It's a sign ! .... It's a sign !....

I bet the bloke who programmed the road side matrix signs for the M6 was feeling a bit smug with him sen on Saturday........

HA road side matrix signs Dept (1) - Hapless motorists (0)

I bet when he looked at his monitor and saw this image.....

He excitedly turned to his colleague, pointing at his screen.....burbling..

look ...look....I can forecast snow, I can..... 

I wonder if he went into work on Saturday morning seeing the motorists stuck, 

he programmed the signs to read......

You Still Here ?

So for all those hapless motorists 

I dedicate today's SoD 

just for you.......

Don't make a snap judgment....

....but this really was a tough call...... water flood or crocodile flood ? water or crocs ? water or crocs ?

Fenton ! Fenton !...jesus christ Fenton they'll bite ya

I bet his neighbours must be thinking why the frick didn't he farm ostriches** !

I did smile at this story, at all those poor people taking to the roofs to avoid the crocs as opposed to taking to the roofs to avoid the flood waters.....reminds me of the scene from the James Bond movie...when Roger Moore was facing a certain death....but the crocs didn't get him....

So this must surely be the SoD....

ok you groovy bunny boys* save us now....

*[The Echo men.....this was in fact one of the songs that first "got me" into the Bunnymen. It was 1980 and even now over 30 years later their music is still sublime....seen em live more than once {regretted not going to see them at Albert Hall when they did their Ocean Rain Album sessions but you can see a band too many times}...however back in the 80's they did a great track for the John Peel sessions called Villiers Terrace....well blow me down, on my last birthday a couple of weeks ago, we were walking around London near Trafalgar square, and I looked up and there it was..... Villiers Terrace.....hey Echo & the Bunnymen .....I declared to my wife, she looked at me....Echo & the Bunnymen.....Villiers Terrace I repeated......she looked at me again.....my wife is not a Bunnymen fan.....we walked on, I didn't mention it again...... but inside to myself, I kept saying....I've been to Villiers Terrace..well well well....I never...]

**[Ostrich Poscript: Thinking about it, maybe it's fortuitous he farmed crocodiles and not ostrich, as I don't think Echo & the Bunnymen did a song about ostriches......and to be fair...crocodiles are quite fantastic animals]

Some clean humour......

.... on a lighter note my youngest daughter sent me this last night.....she clearly is doing her uni research work with great vigour.....

.......but you can't help but smile can you......

This song has nowt to do with washers, uni, or anything.... I just like it as my SoD

that's fucking awful.......

....most people go to work, not because they have an altruistic desire for big business to make vast rewards, nor I suspect, do they go to work because they are simply bored witless at watching Jeremy Kyle and Crap in the Attic.....no I think most people go to work because they have to.....

They go to earn money, for a pint of beer, to put a roof over the heads of their family, and to allow them to occasionally enjoy the rewards that they are permitted to do so.....

So imagine, there you are at work, your office is nice and warm, you have a cup of coffee to tender  to your anxiety needs, you have a pretty good idea of what you need to get done that day, you contemplate what you will have for tea tonight, as you look out of the window you see the snow falling, the snow on the ground, and you worry about all of tomorrows worries.......but and this is the big but.....the one thing you do not have to think about nor expect, are a bunch of fucking raving lunatics bursting in to your offices, screaming passages from the Quran as you dive under the desk........

So instead of seeing snow as you look out the window, transplant the snow with sand, transplant the woolly hats with caps and there you are sat at your desk.....but this time, a bunch of fucking raving lunatics do burst into your offices, screaming passages from the Quran as you dive under the desk.....

But this story, this story has no happy ending, it is amazing that anyone survived....but I have been following this story as it unfolds, but when you listen to the news and hear that up to 48** workers are gunned down.....

and the death toll is likely to rise still further.....

What did these people do that was sooooooo wrong that their lives was abruptly ended so violently....imagine any work place in the UK, or England, or London, or worse still YOUR work place.......the out cry would be one of how can we impose legislation to stop this ever happening again...... the loss of the children of Sandy was terrible, but this is no less terrible..... all these people were doing, was going to work to earn money, for a pint of beer, to put a roof over the heads of their family, and to allow them to occasionally enjoy the rewards that they are permitted to do so.....

Just over 30 years ago I went to Algeria on a BP Oil Tanker, and we were not allowed ashore as it was considered too dangerous.....roll forwards 30 years, to the BP Oil Facility at the Amenas Gas Plant....has anything changed in those 30 years ?!?

As a news tart, I saw over the weekend that Scientits* are at it again, some bloke needs a woman to volunteer for an experiment to regrow a nethanderal man !! Honestly, it is so insane I can't even be arsed to paste the link..... this idiot, says he can extract DNA, and now wants to transplant this into a woman to clone nethanderal man from extinction..... When you look at the state of happenings in the world today, and yet this pillock is wasting time, money and putting a womans body at risk for what exactly.......? 

Seeing this story against the back drop of the Algerian massacre, makes you wonder, if a bunch of fucking raving lunatics do burst into his offices, screaming passages from the Quran, would he dive under his desk ?.....or would he say.....perfecto I don't need a testwomantube, my nethanderal man has re-awoken already..........

Interestingly as I lay in bed this morning supping my tea in between bouts of wondering whether I should choose work or sleep....work or sleep ?......work or sleep ? I was listening to the radio 4 news....allied to the story in Algeria, was a story from the same stable of news....the unfolding crisis in Mali and turns out that the weapons being used by the Rebels to terrorise ordinary innocent people of Mali, are the same weapons that western governments supplied to the rebels in Libya who over threw the Gadaffi Regime [yes that's right......the same Gadaffi Regime that Tony Blair courted so seductively]......

What a mess..... The then British Government told Gadaffi, he was awful but we like you, the next British Government said you are awful, then it gave loads of weapons to rebels, and then with jingoistic roar we cheered on the rebels as part of the Arab spring, and now look....those self same weapons that we supplied [that's right, WE the taxpayers], move to Mali.....remember the news reports showing the "rebels" of Libya, pleading into the cameras for the west to help them and supply weapons..........so now do we still rouse so triumphantly at the use of those weapons [to be fair I didn't the first time].......but looking at Algeria today.....don't count me in....

I won't post a song today, today is not a day for music, instead from my safe warm office, I shall spend a short time looking out of my window, reflecting as the snow flakes fall to the ground......

Keats said..... a thing of beauty is a joy for ever....maybe today...as the snow flakes fall through the sky.......beauty is ephemeral....

*[I hope when my youngest graduates and falls under the title of scientist, that she uses her self fulfilled talent to do something good for the human race, and not just do something because technology allows us to]

**Postscript: Since first posting this note the death toll has now been downgraded and put at 37 deaths.....37 too many fucking deaths in my book !! ..... I googled - Define Jihadists.... the definition came out as brainless fuckwits........to be fair didn't need google for that one

that's awful......

I know its not illegal to eat horse meat nor harmful.....but I bet horses might have a view on it

.....to be fair I tend to make my own burgers, using known locally sourced meat....but hang on a minute, I get my pies from Tesco [I love pies]....where the hell are the pie boxes ?!?  I must check the receipe !

There can only be one SoD for this story.....

a truely fantastic song from a truely fantastic band, 

with Mr McNabb still going strong.....

hit it boys ........

[enough to make you wanna go veggie, although that might have to wait 

until I am a fully fledged tee-total...nearly there but still working hard on it]

A fart too far.......[farts on a plane redux]........

...and there was me thinking my Whiff Air experience was bad enough..... but I am sure as hell, the passengers didn't clap on this flight !!!

Only in America ?

Take me away Jonno....
[unfortunate that he should be killed in a plane crash]

On the same day as seeing the above story, I was watching Russell Howards Goodnews, and no idea when it was first transmitted, so it is all random that on should come a stand up comedian.... I nearly split my sides with farting..... and I know farting is very puerile humour....but this guys....... fart on a plane routine [mid way into his skit]........so now I know it, not from the victims perspective but from the guilty persons view point...it's worth watching the whole 14 mins skit, because his advice on how to deal with English Kids.....oh how it strikes a cord....[at exactly 3:07mins check out the face of the woman in the audience with glasses.....oooooh did she not find that joke funny !]

We really don't deserve.....

...the politicians we get....... do we ? honestly do we ?

I sat there watching the Inside Out program on BBC1 and one of the articles was about the British Government refusal to allow WWII veterans from receiving a Russian Bravery award, for the service they provided in the Baltic during the second world war.

The Russian Government now [even after some 70years] want to recognise the bravery of these men......and what do our dickhead government say...oooh it's too late now.

Do they deserve this ?

David Cameron [boo and hiss at this point] says.....oooh we'll give em one of ours.....but that's not the sodding point you tw@t....... the Russians want to say...thank you.... and so ya dickhead, let them say it....ar$e !!

I know something David Cameron doesn't...... the Baltic at sea in winter is an unforgiving place ..... in my younger days at sea on oil tankers, I served in the Baltic in the winter, and bejesus it was rough, cold and unforgiving..... but these veterans know something that I don't.....they know what it was like to experience the Baltic and to live in fear of their life everyday, during this time in the war, with all the crap the Baltic offered and on top of which the Germans were bunging effing huge lumps of explosives at them !

For just the merchant navy [and these MN men were not enlisted], Britain lost 2,500 ships and a minimum of 25,000 men and so add to that the Royal Navy losses, it is a wonder these men survived the war to be offered a medal, it is a greater wonder that they are still alive now to be cheated of this one last act of humanity....and why ? I will tell you why...... because of the arseholes of politicians we have in this country !! We do not deserve them, the cheated veterans do not deserve them.

So I have signed the petition:

Ushakov medal - ePetition

In Memoriam
Merchant Navy 1939-1945

No cross marks the place where now we lie

What happened is known but to us

You asked, and we gave our lives to protect

Our land from the enemy curse

No Flanders Field where poppies blow;

No Gleaming Crosses, row on row;

No Unnamed Tomb for all to see

And pause -- and wonder who we might be

The Sailors’ Valhalla is where we lie

On the ocean bed, watching ships pass by

Sailing in safety now thru’ the waves

Often right over our sea-locked graves

We ask you just to remember us.

We look for signs....redux.....

....even when are not looking for them we see them..... if I had crystal balls I would clank when I walked.....but it seems I don't need them....the highways agency can now predict the future for me.......

Driving southbound along the M6 motorway early on Saturday evening, I suddenly became aware of the signs...... of course they were always there...I have often seen them as I drive along...usually thinking...what an effin waste of money and time....

In suffolk they spent £70,000,000 on these signs...thats right 70 effinmillionsquillion pounds in suffolk alone.....you couldn't make this up.....that is 16% of what Cancer research raises each year, and bear in mind the £70 millionknobhead pounds relates only to suffolk.....a big county I know, but next time you drive around.....see how many you spot that are .........A) Blank..... or....... B) Informing you of mindless information.... There is every chance the country as a whole has spent more than £432M on these things...

So back to the M6 on Saturday night, there I was and I looked up...... it said..... Snow Forecast Tomorrow [some other counties I later passed through, were more rebellious and used the word Predicted....]..... I nearly choked on my Pie.... I know you shouldn't eat and drive, but it was a pie when all said and done....... so this great revelation that made me choke me pie, was that it was going to snow the next day....but for christ's sake.... I don't want a prediction for tomorrow, I am on the sodding M6 NOW, I want to know about NOW, not tomorrow.........you'd have to be a deaf, dumb, blind, mute, living on another planet not to know snow is predicted in the UK.........do the Highways Agency not know that these new fangled horseless carriages called cars [they will never catch on] are now fitted with radio's ?

Firstly, there has been a huge amount of tax payers money in funding the monstrosities of these signs that litter our road sides, but then someone in management had to decide what message to display....and then some numpty had to type in that data....just so I could choke on me pie !

Then it got me thinking....what would I do if I was the numpty in charge of putting the data into the signs, and my boss told me I had to let everyone know I could predict snow.....

M6 MESSAGE BOARD:

Be Warned Snow is 

Forecast for tomorrow

So enjoy this drive on 

the M6 whilst the road

is clear and free flowing

because tomorrow after 

a shit load of snow 

has been dumped on 

this road your journey will be 

A NIGHTMARE ! 

Take my advice and 

stay at home

M6 MESSAGE BOARD NEXT DAY:

Well I did warn you,

so here you are

stuck in traffic, cold

bored, and wondering why 

you are not at home in bed 

with your missus and yet

here I am sat in a loverly

warm office drinking copious 

cups of hot coffee. If you paid 

more attention to these signs 

in future you too could be

supping hot coffee. Hey oh

M6 MESSAGE BOARD DAY 3:

You still here ?

Further on my journey on Saturday night I was also subjected to other signs, like this one....

Is my vehicle ready for winter ? Yikes I must remember to take off it's shades and shorts and fit a hat and scarf to it !

And so as it was, towards the end of my journey I turned on the radio for my local radio station and drowned my brian with thoughts of music sans warning signs..... one track came on and I love that song....but its a song for sunny day drives.....Candi Staton .... Young Hearts Run Free, but then the next song, gosh not heard this for years....and this, this is my SoD dedicated to all the fabulous and important work being done by the road side matrix signs department of the Highways Agency.

Thank you guys, we love you, we do......

is this just not one of the most jangly of songs* ever in the whole wide world ? come on crank up the volume, move the settee back, kick off ya slippers, grab a hair brush.....and let's sing and dance around the room

Is the guy playing the keyboard, playing the song or typing in data for the signs I wonder ?

15th January Postscript:

*[Since doing this original post I have done some reading on DH. The guy bashing the keys is in fact Dan Hartman and it seems he's another that didn't make 50.....there are some glowing tributes to him......one of the best is from Tom Robinson....TR is great and seeing him live is a fab treat indeed....so here is TR's loverly tribute to DH]

We look for signs.....

...throughout our lives...... but you know the signs are pointing in the right direction when one of your daughters sends you a poem.....

This is my [ach erm my daughters by proxy] PoD.....

On this day.......

....50 years ago I had my arse smacked [or was it my face...never can work out which it is] by matron as she welcomed me in to the big wide world......as an aside, this year is a repeat of 1963 and so it means my 50th birthday falls on the same actual week day as well.....wednesday 9th January 1963.

Becoming 50 years old is quite a milestone for some people, but for me, I think it is just another day on planet earth. I have been on this earth some 18,262 days [± any days I've not properly allowed for re leap year days] and out of those days I think more than 9,131 have been good [some have been better than good, some have been fanbluddytastical] and less than 9,131 have been crappy, around 6,087 have been full on sleep and they were fab....in the main I don't have nightmares in my sleep so I reckon around 6,000 days I spent asleep were blissful. I have also worked out that I have spent 126 days on the bog, and if I knew I was going to be in there that long I would have had a telly installed, I have spent almost a full year in the shower, that is a long time to funk your self up, I reckon I have eaten over a 1,000 pies [I must have done, I love pies], and although the internet is still quite young in relation to me, I reckon I've probably spent nearly 2 years surfing the net.........and I passed my driving test when I had just turned 17 years old, and so in that time I reckon I have driven nearly half a million miles, enough miles to have driven to the moon and back ! According to my car today, my average speed recorded allowing for all road driving conditions is 42 mph, so on the basis of the miles I have covered that equates to around 491 days in the car, a year and a half sat behind the wheel of a car........

On the whole I think I've had a good deal from my first 50 years on planet earth. I even consider my self fortunate to have made it to the big five O. Here's some who didn't get the chance

Mic Christopher ~ What a lost talent, fell over one night and never woke up

The children of Dublane ~ Why oh why ?

My dads brother George ~ Died at the age of 27 years old, killed in a wartime plane crash 1941

Pam Lockett ~ Pam studied at teacher training college with my wife, Pam succumbed to breast cancer in her early 40's, God bless you Pam

Jeff Buckley ~ Oh Jeff oh Jeff why oh why ? went for a swim and never came back

My Mum and Dads 2nd born son ~ In all of the 48 years my dad and I shared on this planet together not once did he speak of his loss

Jane Nellie Davey ~ Oh gosh, Jane worked at my bank she was loverly, then in January 2012 she was told she was ill with a brain tumour, then by August she was gone, aged 45. But she was loverly I told her colleague, her colleague smiled sadly

Natasha Richardson ~ Oh so beautiful, went skiing one day, fell over, woke up and then suddenly she was gone

The children of Sandy ~ Why oh why ?

Ryan B Wood ~ God bless his soul

Bob Marley ~ A mere 36 years old, what more great music would he have given us had he made it to 50 and beyond ?

Quite frankly the list could go on and on, there are many others for me to name, but it's not necessary......the fact is we are not guaranteed to be told what our best before date is [even if it is printed on our bar code stamp hidden somewhere on our body...DNA? ] .......so getting to 50 is bit of a result I would say....of course how long it will last after here......who knows I haven't found my bar code yet....... so let's take it one day at a time.....

So my SoD for today, comes from the list above.....the song........ written by the great Leonard Cohen, who got past 50 and is still going strong......it was through this song I really got into Leonard Cohen, and how he opened doors for me, into a world of some just breath taking music......Leonard Cohen is not a bad singer, and this song has just about been covered by every wanna be on the planet...but this version.....oh my word....this version can never be equalled......the late great Jeff immerses himself in this song and then as you listen it is impossible not to be sucked in to his world.....so of the next 18,626 days to come [here's hoping] , I don't mind spending 6:34mins listening to this..... I have even been known to have this playing in my head phones during one of the 6,087 days I have been sleeping.....[who said men can't multitask]

So to all of you born today in 1963.....happy birthday where ever you are.....

oh my gosh.....

this is the theme tune for my blog..............

[thank you Gracie x]

Talking of Daveys.....

....happy birthday today...to Mr David Bowie.....66 years old today.....and to mark his birthday he has released his first new song in 10 years.

I was introduced to the music of David Bowie around the age of 9 years old [when I was 9 years old I mean....... Mr Bowie would have been 25years old]...... My eldest brother is 8 years older than me, so to be fair his musical tastes were probably a bit more advanced than that of a 9 year old.....but the one album that hit the right notes at that time was the The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars album...... who cares that some of it didn't make sense.... I was 9 years old, I didn't care.......so my SoD for today is from that Album......

Take it away birthday boy......

[ the start up picture is from heroes, so quite what it has to do with Ziggy I don't know ...
but hey its the song that counts] 

The two Daveys......

...everytime I see......

these two smug twats together....

I always think.....knobs !

Although lets hope this ..........

....... pillock never makes it to power at No # 10

But when I listen to Davey Cameron droning on and on I can think of only one song.....Davey this is for you !

For a country that considers the.....

....cow as a scared creature.....some of the men folk of India seem to have an odd perception of reality...

How does this one work ?

Since the beginning of time men have raped women [and raped men too] and throughout the so called civilised world, rape has been used as a weapon of mass destruction.... but following the story lines from India it did make me wonder, for a country that reveres the cow, how did women end up coming further down the order of respect.

Of course it is not every Indian man, you only have to see images of the protests to see that there are many men standing cheek by jowl to the women protestors...... and by way of a contrast to the UK, we have rapes, we have murders, we have child abductions but we don't take to the streets......

I can't say I have the informed wisdom of knowing why the Indian people need to protest, for sure the crime committed was awful and the life lost needlessly but as the link shows it's not the first and I doubt it will be the last......For sure the cow is sacred.......perhaps one day the misogynists of India will consider  women as sacred...

This post doesn't really call for a SoD....but this calming song perhaps is a reflection ....that hopefully things will change for the better........he may be aboriginal but his voice is without boundaries...