It is estimated there are 7 Billion people alive on earth, I would like to think there is only one of me. Alas if only that were true. I think we are not unique and whilst we are products of our DNA, it does not make me the only one of me. For all my belief that I have something new and unique to say by blogging, I am not unique and my words are not new......they are just the random words mixed up in my head and then re-arranged into sentences posted on to this blog to make it sound like me.
... for my last entry, linking to the latest news about Stephen Gough, I did think that considering all the crap weather we have had...... Stephen Gough must be one of the coolest blokes around and so my original SoD for that post had to be.... non other than one of the coolest in music and the song ?
this was my first choice .....
Now....... Iggy Pop apart from being cool,
he is without doubt one of the prettiest ugly people
there has ever been,
but oh what music he has given us.....
I had this album when it came out...
but tapes didn't last very well, so on the strength
of re-finding these songs
I have re brought the album
in that new CD fangled format.......
what about this song from Iggy from the same album ?
could you imagine Radio 2 playing this song ?......
erm erm....... think not
In truth you could do an whole blog on Iggy songs
he is that good......
but then of course what about the other coolest men in music ?
how fantastic is this ?
what a fantastic Friday jangly song.....
I have a track by Iggy, singing pretty flamingoes
and when I youtubed it......
I got this....
another one of the coolest men in music
with another Friday jangly song....
I love this next song amongst many of Paul Wellers....
he could sing he phone book and still sound fantastic
and then thinking about Paul Weller I was reminded of the time
I saw him at the Albert Hall and who should join him
on stage that night...... oh my word..... it was Kelly......
just how cool is this guy ? {his tribute to Gary Speed}
a few years back I indulged my self and brought a Ferrari
as I drove it home from the garage
this next song was the first song
I played in it........... full throttle
I included this version because the rendition is fantastic....
despite all the blathering at the start
and seriously those people in the back ground .....
like a fooking muppet show !!
and so we go from Kelly to Eddie.....
and then this..... with the wonderful Nusrat of course
by now with all this cool we should be damn near artic
but to bring us 9 below zero
.......... how could I miss off my Elvis....
oh Jeff......... oh Jeff why did you leave so soon ?
is this really the last goodbye ?
I could write a whole blog about JB too...
and of course the cool list could
go on and on but it is Friday and I need to end
this post somewhere.... so how about I end back where it all started
with
Stephen Gough - The Naked Rambler
Roam Stephen Roam !
A PLoD inspired by a man walking around with his knob & tackle hanging out
You can understand why society doesn't know quite know what to do with him, but locking him up..... is that really the answer ?...... Although I did find the story of his ex quite funny....
but with all these savillisms in society the natural [as opposed to naturist] argument is to shout at him..... put some bloody clothes on man !
At the same time of course, when you think about it, think really hard.... you do have to ask yourself..... what actually is he doing wrong ? I kinda like his style even if his approach is unorthodox.
He refuses to give in, refuses to be beaten and so the "law enforcers" see no choice but to bang him up...... I wonder....... if he wears no clothes in prison, do they have to paint the stripes on him to replicate the striped uniform that prisoners wear ?
I also find it funny that he is described as the naked rambler...... as if somehow he needs to be differentiated from un-naked ramblers..... are you a naked rambler ? ...... oooooh nooooo, I keep my boots on I'll have you know !
It seems Scotland is his choosen arena to fight the good fight, god help him when the Scots decree they are finally free of us ..... can you imagine Steve Goughs passport photo ?
I think on the whole, Steve Gough is a man trying to prove a point, is he doing it the right way ? who knows, who am I to say...... but I get what he means..... Steve I take my hat off to ya..... but that's all mind ya !
So my SoD must surely be inspired by
The Naked Rambler
This was not my first choice song, but for my
first choice it led me on to so many other songs
so that instead, for Friday I shall offer up a
Able seaman: .... Captain, are ships meant to bend like that Captain ?....
Captain: .......Man the bloody life boats !...... Captains and children first....
Captain: ..........Get out of my way able seaman....last man into the life boats is a sissy.....
bloody glad I'm not on that ship. Funny thing is the ship is called MOL Comfort, don't think the owners will be comforted by this picture or the next ones in the sequence, which show the owners now have 2 ships not one...
now going in opposite directions it seems
There can only be one song for it really..... a song from the film of the same name......ooooh the divine Catherine..... oh Catherine ...how I dreamed...... Catherine, every school boys belle de jour......ach erm where was I ?
oh yes, a song from the film of the same name.... but I was reminded of the song from the great scene in Inglourious Basterds...... another one of those perfect placing of a song in a film moments, where the sum of the whole is greater than the individual parts..... and oh my, the song to accompany the divine Mélanie Laurent...... oh Mélanie...... how I dreamed...... Mélanie, every middle aged mans belle de jour...... ach erm ..... the song..... yes the song.....
... pies
.... the blue nile
..... gadgets
......cars
....music
but I also love swearing..... not in a tourettes sort of way but in an uncouth sort of way.
my wife tells me not to swear...she says it's not big, it's not clever and it sounds like you can't express your self properly. The funny thing is, when I swear I think I express my self very well. I once saw an interview with the late great Dave Allen, and he was defending his swearing on Tv, he said it was just words..... he was right....
Fuck that felt fucking good..... as I type I can hear the words in my head, and I genuinely feel it as a great fucking big pressure relief valve in my head.....
Fuck is a great fucking word.... but not to describe sex, I hate it when people using to describe it that way....... fancy a fuck ? ..... nooooo...... fuck is far too good a word than to simply demean sex..........sexth is a great word......but even so there are better words for that as well.....
managed to convince the jury after all....that Dale Cregan was not guilty of the attempted murder of Sharon Hark. Bet the barrister feels good about himself this morning......although it did get me thinking about the jurys decision......
Dale Cregan is a vindictive evil bastard and clearly deranged. There you are sitting on the jury for the trial of this man, whose criminal contacts extend far and wide. Cregan had already admitted to the murder of 4 people so he was going to prison anyway....so why would I as a jury member decide to find him guilty of a lesser charge [regardless of whether he was guilty or not], and so by saying not guilty, then after the event I can openly say......ooooher Mr Cregan don't get one of your nasty friends to fook me over..... I thought you were innocent..... as opposed to saying he was guilty and shittin me sen for the rest of my life in case he sends someone round, out of pure evil spite...... is that not what he did to those 2 police officers he brutally murdered ?
And even though it would be wrong to find a guilty man innocent for such reasons, by doing so there is no consequence.....Cregan was going to jail for a very long time anyway....
As for the cost of putting this bastard away.... well.....
..... it seems that Next has such a low opinion of it's customers, they believe we are incapable of knowing how to wash our hands after a p1ss......
There I was in my local Next super/hyper/mega {delete as appropriate} store when I thought..... I don't need a coat..... I need a p1ss..... so off I went to the powder room..... completed my task and then set about, as I always do after such matters, of washing my hands.....
And so there I was....... wondering.... oh my word what do I do now ?... I was confronted with the complexity of a bowl, soap, hot tap, cold tap.... and these two appendages at the end of my arms......
......god this was going to be sooooo complicated, I thought I may never complete this stage of my powder room visit.....
And then to my relief.... [bearing in mind it was a relief visit anyway] I looked up and what did I see.....
I saw this
I looked upwards and declared
...... oh thank you Next Risk Management team....
oh thank you .... thank you.......
I consider myself reasonably smart, but I did think, just how pigshit thick do you have to be, that you need to have a pictorial guide as to how to wash your hands in a public bog ?......
What was going through their minds, when The Next Risk Management team, during their weekly team meeting, declared that...... we'll fit one of these posters in all of our wash rooms..... at what point did the intern not think to stand up and say..... you stupid dicks..... unless you think all of our customers have a mental age of 5 or less, by all means remind them to wash their hands.... but give them story book of how to...... seriously ??.....
Honestly no wonder the youth of today are incapable of making a decision or working out a problem.....
So to the NEXT Risk Managment Team.... this is for you....
There can only be one song really......
And what a great song it is....
I guarantee before the end is out you will be
tapping your toes and joining in...
and as the sun is shinning
and I am in bed bouncy mood
what about this bonus one too......
this is fab.....
this is for you
postscript......sod it..... let's go full throttle bed bouncy...
How the hell could anyone do such a thing to a child...their own child for christ's sake.... but sadly this is not the first and in my life I have no doubts it will happen again.....
You are left there in utter disbelief at the depravity of his parents...... I don't think this one is going to be a tough one for the jury..... However, will there be any true justice ? I doubt there will.....
But my word, the smile on that boys face, look at how Daniel Pelka looks back at you ......and then his smile is gone........
of this year and I am left wondering ...... where in gawd's name is my life disappearing to ......
As a kid growing up, June was just the doorway to summer holidays.... but now as a young man grown old, January came and went, then February and the rest just slipped through my fingers..... and now in June, I am thinking nearly half of this year is done already and it ain't ever coming back.........
One consolation is that the sun is shinning and it's not raining....well not here, not over me anyway....
I suppose I can at least be grateful that the first 6 months of this year are nooooo where near as exciting as last years first 6 months ...... this time last year my life, or should I say the lives around me, were turned upside down and inside out, and all I have to worry about today is the container of health supplements sitting in an El Salvadorian port for the last 3 years....
Does El Salvador beckon ? I think not, but should it, I will make sure I take James Wood with me.... he is an expert on matters in Salvador.
So on the theme of days slipping by, here is my Monday SoD.....
