Does it really take the wit of man to......

...realise that once you have removed someones brain during a post mortem....

that you should put it back when you've sodding finished.....

The agony caused to the victims family when they were told what had happened..... seriously what brainless dickhead thought.....der why is this brain still in a jar marked.....Danny Ferguson....and we've released his body for burial.

And so it is some 20 years later, Danny Ferguson's mother is rendered speechless....quite frankly the stupidity of this would leave anyone speechless ..........

The more I think about this story the worse it gets. What contempt there is for the lack of respect for the sanctity of life and in this case sanctity of death. The police were looking at the evidence in this case to identify the killer and that's how they stumbled across a jar with a brain in it marked Danny Ferguson. A suited Police officer said on BBC news, we are very sorry for this, but it was 20 years ago and we have put in place procedures for it not to happen again....for what to happen again ? brains left in jars or utter contempt for the person [alive or dead].... what happened in Stafford recently ? was that any different to what happened to Danny Ferguson's brain ? was it really ?

And as for the brainless fookwit, who closed up Danny Ferguson's head [post, post mortem] without wondering....erm I wonder what's supposed to go in this gret big whole in his head ? Will that person, will they be held accountable ? not on your nelly !

Scandalous is what I say.

So somewhat randomly but given this cold crappy weather we can't shake off...here is my Easter SoD....

The week has already started but.....

...hey what the eck.... the Cypriots are revolting.... Politicians are still knobs, another Russian found dead and no obvious clues.....Miss Scarlet in the bathroom with a rope perhaps ? [it seems].....vettel pisses on webbers parade..... and then some bloke seriously injured himself parking an Audi TT in the front room of a house..... I hope he pulls through, as that looks like one hell of a crash...some people deserve a second chance....

So to bash the week into life how about this song......

PoD...... (redux)

Anointing

In the night

we drank green tea from Chinese bowls

and listened to the reed singing of separation.

Outside a lion slept.

In the morning

the wind rose….

…and touched our feet.

Clare Holtham

[Footnote {updated}: This is was the whole album Spirit of Eden, and to split one track from this album should, I think, be made a criminal offence.....but it seems that's all I can link to....{update} the full album can be listened to here........
but  if before you have only heard talk talk scream talk talk at ya...then you should buy this album, wait till it's dark and everyone has gone to bed, turn off the lights, put on your head phones, fix a stiff drink, and listen to spirit of eden.....it will not, not never, disappoint...... I tripped up over this album a few year back..... and yes I did like talk talk's earlier techno stuff...... but this album....oh my word.....this album, I think matches the words and thoughts of Clare Holtham....what an extraordinary life..]

PoD .....

Into my heart an air that kills

Into my heart an air that kills
  From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
  What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
  I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
  And cannot come again

A E Houseman

I love....

......gadgets, not as much as pies and certainly not as much as The Blue Nile... but for sure gadgets are up there....but along comes google glasses, and I am beginning to wonder...just because something can be done with technology.....

should you be made to look like a knob in order to use it ?  

I realise it's early days but it still boils down to the same thing.....we are constantly bombarded with sound, imagery, and information as we walk along, do we now needing it drilling into our skulls at the same time.......

Technology has come along way in my life, I remember days before calculators let alone smart phones, but the iPhone is that good, the way I rave about it, you'd think I'd invented it, and yet it has only been with us since 2007.

But you have to ask yourself with google glasses....is my life so incomplete that I will need them....and based on the amount of sh1te masquerading as knowledge, that already enters my head these days.....probably not. 

Now if they had been designed like these goggle glasses...then who knows....

now you're talking....

Although google glasses did get me thinking..... They could bring the story of Cyrano De Bergerac in to the 21st century and add a whole knew meaning to the phrase online dating....

Imagine the scene at some swanky restaurant and dator and datee are meeting for the first time:

Dator: Hello nice to meet you

Datee: Hello nice to meet you too

{CdeB in the bushes on his netbook} 

CdeB: Pwhoar......

Dator: coughs

Datee: sorry did you say something ?

Dator: No just coughing

.......sometime later during the date...

Dator: looking blankly at datee

Datee: Blah blah blah

CdeB : Oh so she likes  Mauritius, let me just flick up trip advisor on your screen so you see the hotel she stayed at .....

Dator: looking blankly at datee

Datee: Blah blah

CdeB: Oh so her favourite food is italian, let me just flick up the masterchef web page, so you can wow her with a great recipe

Dator: looking blankly at datee

Datee: Blah blah blah

CdeB: Oh so her favourite artist is carravaggio, let me just get up the Villa Borghese page.....

Dator: looking blankly at datee {words in head} god this pie is loverly

Datee: Are you paying attention to anything I say ?

Dator: looking blankly at datee

Datee: Clearly not !......Oh and has anyone told you, you look like a knob in those glasses ?

  

Dator: looking blankly at datee

Datee: Storms out, to end date on a less than successful note

CdeB: Oh well back to www.russianbridesforme.com

Dator: looking blankly at empty seat.....{words in head} ...ooooh I like the look of Olga

I am sure there will be a whole host of excited buyers.....will I be one ?..... 

as much as I love gadgets..... 

I love pies more......

My love of pies is matched only by me love of .......

.......the Blue Nile..... So as it's Friday, this is a SoD for you to ........sit down....... take the phone off the hook......... crank up the volume........ close your eyes and listen to a song.......... which despite being 29 years old [that's the song not you.....ooooooh how we all long to be 29yrs old again]...where was I ....oh yeah...... despite being 29 years old.......is as good a song, as you will ever hear in one life time....

I swear to god, that should the moment of my demise from this life occur whilst I am plugged into my iPod, oh I do hope that Blue Nile are playing..... what music there is, to leave this life and to go into the next.......

God bless you Reverend Paul

you can leave your hat on baby.....

.... I saw this story as it hit the headlines, but reading today's entry, every time I read the bit......

but he always kept his radio on......

all I could hear was Tom Jones singing.... you can leave your hat on [fully monty if you hadn't worked it out]

I know what it meant, when he said he kept his radio "on" but this constant reference to whether he had ...ach erm....you know...... ach ..... sthex with his uniform on or not....

So I had this image of, there he was.... visiting his lady friend[s]...... both of them naked, except for him, who is naked but with his radio on and strapped to his waist...... there they are writhing around, groanin' and amoanin'....when suddenly.....

crackle....kreek....crackle.... calling all units in Redruth..... [omg wouldn't it be funny if one of his lady friends was a redhead called Ruth]....anyway calling all units in Redruth there is an emergency, all officers to attend immediately......

And so at the vital moment Officer Peter Bunyan, has to perform Policeus interruptus, saying.... sorry honey [or would that be Ruth] duty calls I must attend, and with that he dons his outfit and goes to get his man in true crime fighting fashion......

of course leaving his frustrated lady to turn on her radio ...... 

I think the one song must surely be......

for all Peter Bunyans ladies who were left frustrated 

because he left his radio on

Florence and the machine ~ Rabbit raise it up

[And to the eagle eyed amongst you ...I know it's actually called Rabbit heart (Raise it up) but I searched youtube and Ann Summers didn't release any songs but omg..... search Youtube with the phrase .....Ann Summers - Rampant Rabbit Thruster...that is one funny advert.... that guy certainly left HIS radio on !!]

I knew being a binman was a ........

......... rubbish job.....

but I didn't think it was a shit one !

There can only be one possible SoD

come on...put on your cor blimey trousers....

Hit it Lonnie and we'll join in

we all know the words...

 

Too busy to write.....

....but listening takes no effort...

so here's listening to The XX

they should just throw him in prison.....

why does this arrogant tw@t think he is above the law......

Tevez might be good at his job..... well guess what, I am dead good at my job.......but does that put me above the law ?

erm..... err..... erm.... let me think about that one....

well Carlos....I've thinked..... and no I am not...... and guess what you knob....nor are you !!

What makes this story worse, is that the Police had to bail him until Tuesday 12th March. Apparently there was no translator available.....oh, so when he was banned in January for having no UK driving license did he not understand what the court told him ? I bet when Man City said...hey Carlos do you want 250 grand a week [yes you read that right], 250 grand a week for kicking a pigs bladder around.... I bet he understood every word of that..... what an arse !

Carlos this one is for you.....

say hi to Vicky and Chris for me.....

It's not yours, so you can't have it ! .......

.... by the quirk of visiting my doctors surgery once more, as I drove to work, I again found myself listening to Desert Island Discs.....well today it turned out it was Rankin.....never heard of him....although to be fair I suspect he has probably never heard of me....

Seems he is quite a clever photographer, and looking at some of his pix.....

I reckon he might just be....but don't take my word for it

But when it came to his luxury item he wanted to take, to keep on his island, he chose Pluto and Proserpina from Villa Borghese in Rome.......nooooooo.... I shouted at the radio......it's not yours, so you can't have it......the Bernini's are not yours, they are ours !

If I am honest, as I said in my blog on 13th December 2012.... it is Bernini's Apollo and Daphne which is my favorite from Villa Borghese,

but I do agree with Rankin, Pluto and Proserpina is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Not only is it aesthetically beautiful, but the pain and tragedy it portrays is beautiful too......

As so for his song to rescue from the waves, Rankin chose the Magic Numbers....oh yeah I thought, I agree with him on that too....so for my SoD I will go with a Magic Numbers song, but not the one Rankin chose.....no I will go with this one....

This song is as beautiful as 

Bernini's Apollo and Daphne 

[well almost]

There's non so blind as those that....

...don't want to see.....

Watching the BBC early evening news on Sunday 3rd March 2013, and the story dominating the headlines was......

is he glad to be happy......

But it was not the headline per se, which caught my attention, but in fact an interviewee. The Cardinal had apparently issued a statement, read out in Sunday night mass, in churches across the land......and so as one female Congregationalist left her church, the BBC stuck a mike up her nose and asked....so what do you think about the Cardinals statement ?

To which she replied, without any sense of irony, ...... I don't believe it, I don't believe it's true and until we hear Cardinal O'Brien tell us the truth I will never believe it.....

Now I know you can't judge intelligence, by the way someone speaks or the way they look, but she didn't seem unintelligent, but I couldn't believe what I had just heard, but it spoke volumes of the indoctrination.

Despite the fact that he had resigned on the basis of unspecified accusations, despite him apologizing in a non specific way to anyone he may have offended, and now admitting to his apparently weak sexual predilections, this interviewee was in complete denial. 

Now I am not anti-religion, and in times of need I will seek divine intervention like the best of them, but I like to think that I can make a judgement between truth and fiction, and so within me the creationists have a long way to go. But seeing this interviewee's reaction to Cardinal O'Brien's own statement read out in church.....well I think in her case the creationists mission is complete....

Turning of course to Cardinal O'Brien, I neither condemn nor judge him for his sexual predilection, oooooh no his crime was not that, his crime is the bigoted way he sent out a message to his flock, about those who do choose same sex intimacy. So what is worrying, is that the self same woman BBC interviewee, who does not [does not want to?] see the truth about Cardinal O'Brien and his de-frocked dick.......does she believe every word of his bigotry towards those who do prefer same sex intimacy ?..... and does she now carry this bigotry ?.........so that his biggest crime, and that is what he should be apologizing for...... for enjoining his flock into his world of intolerance and bigotry !

There can only be one song 

for Cardinal O'Brien.... 

and as it's Monday and we are all happy, 

then in the words of the great Tom, 

you don't have to be, to join in the chorus...

so join in, we shall

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way....