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It Makes You So Vulnerable

23 Years Ago

Sat watching with excited expectation, and wow, as a teenager, this meant the absolute world to me................

Guess Where I'm Going Friday

I Really Should Make More Of An Effort

A Great Version Of An 80s Classic

Here is the fabulous Holly Johnson doing a rather haunting and longing version of one of the 80s best songs.................

Bradford's Finest

The infinitely talented Val Denham............

Don't Give Me Love, Oh No, None Of That Stuff

Hope This Works..............

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http://downloads.mp3fiesta.com/f6f9becd0c201f7e745f9d9234813fb3/07_Candy_Says.mp3

Looking For Something Completely Different..........

...when I stumbled upon this classic. The most fantastically annoyingly catchy piece of house brilliance...........

Gerry Potter aka Chloe Poems

I found him jumping from one myspace profile to another to another, but boy, what a find. An immensely talented man, great poems, and fascinating blogs.

Start here, then click on Chloe Poems Words and then Chloe Poems Music from the friends section. Genius................

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=399188143

As Camp As.............Well, Camp Can Be!!

Evening all!!

In a confused state. I have recently started a myspace account, and have asked to be added - as they say in the myspace world!! - to the friends list of the one and only Marc Almond, but he keeps ignoring my requests!! Perhaps I have added a couple too many of OTHER people's vids on here.....!!

Billy MacKenzie - Still Missed

RIP big fella

Little Annie

Such a unique and fabulous talent...........

Is It Possible To Be Too Nice?

Or should you do whatever you can to help and please others even though they don't reciprocate? Is it right to put others above yourself when it causes such inner pain and anguish?

Work For Your Benefits

Brilliant.

Gordon is finally seeing sense (or clutching at straws by copying Tory policiy that has public support. Either way, if it gets implemented, I'll cheer from the highest mountain)

For Chikako

A very charming woman from Japan who spent a few hours with us after Marc played Leeds, utterly delightful, and with a carbon footprint to dwarf anyone's in her following of the legend that is Marc throughout the world!!! The bigger the better I say..................

And here's the video I did for Marc's version of Peter Hamill's beautiful song Vision.........

Marc In Leeds

Here's a top video of Marc doing the Brel classic Amsterdam at Leeds Grand the other week.............

Harry Kewell

I have held off on this topic for a while, partly because of work, but also to stop myself talking myself into trouble!!

Harry Kewell, for those who don't know, is an Australian footballer who has recently signed for Turkish team Galatassary. Big deal, you say, but yes, big deal it is.

Harry Kewell was a spotty kid when he was signed by Leeds United, who nurtured his obvious talent and turned him into a great footballer, who graced every football pitch with skill and determination, and played his heart out for Leeds United every week. He was a member of the Leeds team that challenged for honours, both at home and in Europe.

In April 2000, Kewell was a member of the Leeds United squad that travelled to istanbul to play Turkish team Galatassary in a European semi final. In the evening the day before the match, trouble broke out in the bars around town, and two Leeds fans, with no history of any violence at football, were tragically stabbed and killed by Turkish fans. Both were family men.

the shadow that this event cast upon the club was immense, Leeds asked for the game to be postponed in memory of the 2 men, but the Turks said no, and UEFA decided the game should go on. A bit like Heysel, the Leeds team were visibly shaken by the events, and played out the game with little interest. They were all gutted by what had happened, as press conferences afterwards showed, and since then, trouble has flared between English and Turkish fans whenever they have met.

The taste that it left in the mouth of the club and its fans was rank, and the club have marked the anniversary of the tragedy since then.

Forward wind to 2008. harry Kewell is now at Liverpool, and played a very tiny part in their European success due to injuries (but still picking up his tens of thousands of pounds per week salary). His contract is up for renewal, and Liverpool choose not to renew it, figuring it is not good business sense.

So Harry Kewell is, for want of a better word, unemployed. So who does he sign for................???

The dirty lowlife piece of shit has no conscience or respect for the people who lost their lives supporting the club and financing the club that in 2000 were paying his considerable wages. He has no sense of self respect or any sense of humility, instead choosing to go where the most money was on offer (yes, I know what you're thinking, but the guy is a millionaire many times over, and could have chosen another club for 10,000 a week less and still retired a very wealthy man). What an utter cunt.

As I said, I could go on for ages about what a greedy self centred disrespectful piece of shit he is, and do in every day conversation, but will have to tread carefully here. But, here is his website, feel free to let him know what an utter cunt he is via the message board..........

http://harrykewell.soccerstar.org/harry-kewell-messageboard.aspx

Knife Crime

Good to see Labour getting tough on knife crime.............

Take the thug who carries a knife to see someone in hospital who is a victim of knife crime, and also their family, and then to prison to talk to those arrested for knife crime.........

Seriously, if anyone in their right mind thinks that this is gonna suddenly stop youngsters carrying knives and stabbing other people then they are seriously misguided. What planet is this government living on? Cos it aint no planet that I have ever visited.

The only way to stop this knife culture is to throw the book at them. Send them down for a minimum of 5 years with no early release irrespective of their age, and what's more, throw them in an adult prison. As the saying goes, lie with the dogs.........

I despair over and over and over again every time a government minister opens their mouth with a new initiative or a new policy. They are so far removed from what the average man on the street is saying and thinking it's untrue. And it makes me despair. I was an adolescent during the 80s, during the Thatcher years, and I know what it's like to live under Tory rule, but the way things are going, it's inevitable that they will win the next election. And, despite the memories of how it was, it would be preferable to the idiots in power now. Which says so much more than these words.

As I have said in other posts, vote these fuckers out at the earliest opportunity.

For Tony..........

Hope these work. Got the shits from Hell........................

Say Hello....................................

Just popping by, in the middle of a stupid hours working week, will post properly at the weekend




.................Wave Goodbye

Like Taking Coals To Newcastle

Marc singing Russian folk songs to a Russian audience in English............

Find more videos like this on video.filestube.com.

Labour Must Be Voted Out NOW

Yet another unbelievable piece of legislation from this disgrace of a government. Not content with their onslaught against the working classes, communities, and hard working people, they have now decided that the enemy within, which needs to be sorted out, is the white British male.

They are pushing through legislation that it is okay to be discriminatory against the white British male. It is against the law to discriminate against women, against blacks, asians, eastern Europeans, chinese etc, against gay and lesbians, against those with disabilities, and rightly so, as discrimination against a 'group' of people is undeniably wrong. Yet, thanks to this alien government - lets be honest, can ANYONE relate to their ideas and policies?? - it is now perfectly acceptable to discriminate against white British males. Confused??

England has traditionally been a white country. Times change, and the embracing of others is a cool thing. But WTF is happening when a country says its alright to discriminate against its indigenous population?? Name me another country in the world that puts all other peoples who live in their country above those who make up the indigenous population of that country. It is a fucking joke, and yet another example of why these idiots in the Labour Party need to voted out, and then publicly flogged for crimes against its own people.

I am now, legally, the most discriminated against person in the country. In MY country. I am male, 37, straight, white, English, single, working, and have no children. What rules and laws are there to protect me? The only anti-discrimination laws that apply to me are all DISCRIMINATING against me. It is far beyond a joke.

What the idiots who make up the labour party - and probably most of their supporters - fail to recognise is that their is no such thing as positive discrimination as such, because what's positive for one is negative to another. How is giving a black man a job instead of a white man because of his colour any less racist than giving the white man a job over the black man because of the colour of HIS skin?? How is giving a woman a job over a man because of her gender any less sexist than giving it a man over a woman because of his gender?? It isn't at all.

However much it may go against the grain, come the next election I implore EVERYONE to vote these bastards out. The country is in absolute decline, with spiralling costs, with the destruction of the working class, with the eradication of communities and community facilities, with the continuing erosion of our civil liberties and civil rights, and the only way to stop it is to vote these fuckers out.

Gordon Brown = cunt.

But how can I just shake his hand, when its been all over your skin

Genius..........

The Poet David Gedge...............

Heartbreak Never Sounded So Good

Almost Diamonds

Equal Opps Doesn't work

We've had a woman in charge of the country, and now a foreigner.

What more proof do you need??

Political Rant

Well, we've not had one for a while, so....................

My partner is about to go 60, and will qualify for her state pension from September. She recently got a letter through from DSS giving her a pension forecast as to how much the state will give her a week to live on. I will conceal the figure for a short while.........

She has worked since leaving school at 15, bar around 4 years when she had her 2 kids, and around 35 of those have been in full time employment, and she has paid her taxes and the like. When returning to work after having her 2nd child, the government at the time - yes, it was Labour - were encouraging mothers to return to work to fill the jobs that were available by offering them the opportunity to pay what was called Married Woman's Stamp, which was basically a lower rate of National Insurance contributions, so she, like many women of the time, took up the offer and went back to work.

She has predominantly worked in public services, working with the disabled, working with people who have mental health issues, working with refugees, working with children in care or troubled families.

So, her pension forecast came, and she will, after working for 45 years, be paid a pension of 9p per week!! 9 pence a fucking week!!

What an absolute outrage. 45 years of paying taxes, of paying the government recommendation of MW stamp, of working in public services, and the Government say she has to live on 9p a week. For fucks sake.

And why 9 pence a week. The official answer was 'because you haven't been paying full National Insurance contributions'. Erm, hang on a minute, YOU fucking told her not to pay full NI contributions. YOU brought in the fucking legislation to - basically - fool women into paying smaller contributions so that you could rob them as pensioners. You dirty bastards.

Now what really really REALLY gets me mad about this is not the fact that she will only get 9p a week, not the fact that she was hoodwinked by a government that was back then a party that supposedly looked after the working man - yes folks, its true, Labour was once the party of the working classes who looked after those that weren't high fliers - but the fact that shows to me why our society has become some fucked up caricature of civilisation which is on the road to oblivion, and maybe, an uprising.

If she had chosen to stay at home, have loads of kids, never work, never contribute to society other than swell the population, just smoke and drink and take the piss out of the benefits system, she would have been eligible to claim the full state pension. So, instead of contributing thousands and thousands of pounds during her working career through taxes and National Insurance contributions, which qualifies her to 9p a week, she would have been better bleeding the system of housing benefit, unemployment benefit, free NHS prescriptions and dental care, council tax rebates, child benefit and the like that runs into thousands of pounds each year and then qualifying for all the benefits at a pensionable age.

What the fuck is that all about??

How fucked up are we that we penalise those who try to help others, who try to better themselves, who try to contribute to the running of the country, yet we reward those who constantly take the piss out of us all on a daily basis??

Those throwing out child after child and never working or trying to do anything worthwhile for anybody bar themselves get the rewards?? Fuck me, that is the most backward logic I have heard for a long long time.

This government is an absolute disgrace, and those who shape political thought should hold their heads in shame. We have created a society that doesn't give a fuck, but don't need to give a fuck, because the rewards for that far outweigh the rewards for trying to do things properly. Failure is celebrated more than success. Making no effort is thought higher of than trying to do something. Staying at home all day bleeding the country dry is rewarded throughout your life yet working with the GENUINELY vulnerable people in society earns you poverty in older age. What the fuck is going on????????????????????????????

Truth That Big Brother Is Watching Me

How many emails a day do I get for penis enlargement?? I even turned my webcam away from me, I'm that paranoid!!

So Cut Cut Cut Cut Out..........

Especially For Tony And Kimberley

W(J)ayne County

An american punk, went from Wayne to Jayne, and released some seminal 70s American punk records, this being the best................

Elvis Has Just Entered The Blog...............

Imitation Is The Best Form Of Flattery

But it doesn't explain why Depeche were - and still are - huge, whilst Soft Cell burnt out in a couple of fantastic years..............

Mother Is Talking To You...........

Just seen these on some afternoon kids music programme, and thought they were cool, so thought I'd share them with you.........

MySpace

http://www.myspace.com/thefabulousdeathofme

Got A Cold, Its Sunday, And Am In A Reflective Mood..........

so here are a few beautiful songs that kinda sum up where I'm at a la moment.....

Only A Prawn In Whitby

Long lost indie band from Leeds, here are Cud, doing VanVanVan, followed by the seminal Only A Prawn In Whitby........

I Would Like You On A Long Black Lead...........

Excerpt

Memories locked away
Torch diminished
(Though never extinguished)
Feelings controlled
Then BAM!!
The click of a mouse
And the vault split wide open
A tsunami of emotion and longing
Threatens to sweep away
My fragile mental health
And my everyday inert equilibrium

Need help to finish this one......................

I thought that we'd grow old together
I thought that you'd be here forever...........

The lines on the wall outlining stolen memories
I still don't have the heart to paint them out
The deafening silence echoes 'round marital ruins
Shadows dance in the bay's summer twilight
Blackpool trinkets representing unbridled simple joy
Collecting dust which suffocates naive memories..................................

Protecting A Man That Will Never Change - WHY??

On your neck the bruises of love
On your neck the bruises of hate
In your heart
The bruises
That will never ever fade

How long will it take you
To learn where the doors are
That you oughta put the light on
When it gets dark
That a lover's touch
Is not always the touch
Of a lover

With every bruise
There comes a 'sorry'
But how many bruises
Before it loses
It's meaning

Tears of sorrow
Tears of joy
Tears of a crocodile
Disguised as a boy

Silver Despair

Something so cold and cruel
So damp and damning
To a vulgar extreme
now harbours all my dreams
A bedsit, once was
Now home to a boy
With accent bluntly northern
And face so weather beaten

I watch every morning
from my glass tower eye sore
During 'bored' meetings
Though glimpses strictly fleeting
As he removes his splintered window
Sinew straining, tight tanned torso
Ears pierced, nose stud, tattoos a go go

My mind drifts
To the fringe of the city
Where nervous trepidation
Preceeds my bout of degradation


The phone re-affirms my misery
Despair at a silver anniversary
'Sir, your wife is on line three'

Unbelievable things have been happening in this mad crazy country whilst I've been away, and a few in our neck o't'woods. Stabbings and happy slapping deaths. The world is going mad. I used to dislike the idea of changing our laws to accommodate foreigners - hey, if you're willing to work and contribute good to the country, you're welcome with open arms, but don't start asking me to stop my way of life to accommodate yours - but the more crazy this world gets, the more I am coming round to adopting various aspects of Sharia law. Not all of it, but the bits on law and order sound just like the kind of thing that we need for a few years to try to rid this ridiculous attitude that seems to pervade that anyone can do whatever the fuck the want to whatever or whoever and there be no consequences, or the consequences are so nondescript that they are almost like a badge of honour. Hands off for stealing, castration for rape, execution for murder, sign me up, I'm all for it.

Theres too much 'sympathy' for the scum of this world, too many people willing to shout up for their human rights - what about the human rights of those who are the victims???? - and make excuses for them because of their circumstances. Well, I say fuck 'em. You might live in a tenement, with only one parent, and because you fucked about at school you can't get a decent job, but thats no excuse for stabbing people and kicking them to death. Its about time someone had the bollocks to stand up and say enough is enough. Fuck the scrotes and the do gooders. This once great country is being slowly pulled down into the gutter because of the wooly liberals and the do gooders constantly defending low life scum.

I will draw up a manifesto for my (imaginary) attempt at power, and publish shortly, but you can bet yer bottom dollar that the first against the wall for the firing squad will be the lawyers and social workers who defend the Jeremy kyle guests of this world, closely followed by the guests themselves.........................

Evening all!!

Back from a fabulous week in the sun, where all was well and I was at peace and ate far too much and drank far too much and ordered our meal in St Tropez in (af)fluent French, enquiring about items on the menu and impressing all around!!! Will try to post some photos up here when I learn how to do it - Mr Z, mail me so I can pick yer brains!! - especially the ones of Pompeii which was amazing.

Leeds lost, but hey ho, next year we will walk the league (unless the football league decide to rob us again). Marching on together.

A rant is on its way...............................................

Thankyou Kimberley For Introducing Me.........

My Home Town In Days Gone By

C'est la viz

The person who coined the phrase 'as different as chalk and cheese'
obviously hadn't tasted Kwik Save's cheddar.

If smoking is bad for you, how come it cures Salmon?

We should remember the tremendous contribution of the Queen Mother tothe war effort: as the BBC pointed out, she 'bravely remained in Londonbeside her husband' during the war.
This contrasts sharply with the actions of my grandfather who, on thedeclaration of war immediately left his wife and children and p*ssedoff, first to France, then North Africa, Italy, France (again) andfinally Germany. The shame will always be with us.

Like the Queen Mum, my grandfather was a frequent visitor to the EastEnd during the dark days of the blitz, but he was never hailed as a heroby the people of London . That's because he flew Heinkel bombers for the Luftwaffe.

Davina McCall says that dangling off a helicopter over the Grand Canyonon a 700 foot bungee rope was the most terrifying and dangerous thingshe has ever done. She must be forgetting that she went out with Stan Collymore.

Non Stop Erotic.....................

Silly Joke, But Funny

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?

The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.

The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.

The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.

That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,

We can't tell you. You're not a monk.

The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to know.

If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?

The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.

The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.

The monks reply, 'Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk'.

We shall now show you the way to the sound.

The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.

The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, 'May I have the key'?

The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.


Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.

The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...

...silver, topaz, and amethyst.

Finally, the monks say, 'This is the key to the last door'.

The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.





. . . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.

Off On Holiday

So this will be my last post for a while................

Never mind cheering, your mocking may be amusing to you, but the fact you're here reading is more amusing to me........!!!

On a boat round the med, which should be fab. Nice and sunny, loads to eat, a few (too many) beers, relaxing, my mp3 player loaded to the max.............. Can't wait!! Hopefully Sky Sports on so I can cheer the champions of Europe on to promotion on Sunday afternoon. Come on Leeds, get some blood on yer boots.........!!

Interesting news this week that Peter Sutcliffe has started to make a case for being released from prison/hospital. For those of you who don't know, he found notoriety in the late 70s as Britain's last at large serial killer, murdering women in the north of England. I hold an unhealthy 'obsession' with all things Peter Sutcliffe - my holiday reading will be a book written before he was caught about who they thought he was - and will be watching how the story develops with great interest. Here's a link to one of the many Peter Sutcliffe sites (also known as The Yorkshire Ripper)..................

http://www.execulink.com/~kbrannen/

Bad news that Royal Mail are planning to close down my local Post Office. All down to profitability. What a load of absolute bollocks. How do you measure profitability? To me, a service such as a Post Office should be measured in its worth to the local community, not how many stamps it sells. I hate this forever profit drive that seems to engulf our services, streamlining, tendering, privatisation, best value, and all the other buzz words that mean the same thing......GREED. Perhaps we should just have done and let Tesco run the entire world (maybe I'd see Tony on a daily basis!!). Fucking stinks in my eyes.

But on a happier note, my sun tan lotion is packed, and am about to fly fly fly away. But before i do, heres a bit of Marc to keep you warm and comfy in my absence.....................



Takes a boa to know her!!!!!!!!!!!

My friend - well, cyber friend - went to see Marc in Cornwall this weekend (Friday counts as weekend to me!!) and here is her review of the show............


Hi,



Sorry for the delay in getting this to you – was hoping to send pics, but they’ll have to follow in another note.



I won’t go into the details of the journey there, but it was a total nightmare and we arrived in the Festival Marquee, just as the lights went down and the show started. The Festival Marquee appeared to be in the grounds of the local primary school and was filled with local people of all ages – not a Marc fan insight – at first. It was all very bizarre!



Marc had the band, Neil, Martin, Carl and Dave and opened with I have Lived. Despite the ‘mixed’ audience he got a great welcome and seemed quite relaxed (considering everything, rain, marquee etc) and spoke about looking forward to cream teas in Cornwall – despite the weather, which was vile buy that point…Next was Redeem Me and again the reception was really good from the audience. R, M and I were sat on the LHS of the stage 3rd row – next to a journo and photographer for The St Austell Voice (J) – article to be published on Weds I think….



Marc did a section of acoustic songs with Neil, Dream Lover, Child Star, Brilliant Creatures and Amsterdam which was fantastic! The audience were really responsive and enjoying the show and Marc was obviously surprised by the reaction he was getting and loving it! Mr Sad was a real treat with the whole band again, before the 1st half was closed with a set of songs with Martin on piano, What makes a man a man, Yesterday when I was young, If you go away and Jacky. It was great to hear If you go away, I really love that one, but I cannot tell you how well the whole set was received by such a non standard Marc audience! The audience was the complete opposite of the unquestioning, loyal and devoted from the Wilton’s shows. A real mixture of locals supporting the Du Maurier festival, pensioners, ladies in the 30’s who may have remembered Marc from the 80’s and were out for a night out and a good time….During the break Rod overheard someone describing Marc as very professional and expressionate ;-)



During the break we did spot a few familiar faces, 2 fans from Birmingham – Adrian and a girl with a black bob whose name I missed, the Japanese fan and a one or two others….M was with us and was wearing the Stardom Rd T-Shirt – he was receiving a lot of comments!!! Don’t think people expected a 5 year old to be a fan! He sang along with all the songs and had a great view as the layout mean there was only 1 row of seats in front of us.



The second half opened with Something’s gotten hold of my heart and the whole place came alive ! A bunch of ladies immediately jumped up and started dancing in the area between the stage and front row – Marc seemed thrilled by the reaction! Next was Back stage I’m lonely, then Tears Run rings, and My Hand over my heart. More and more people began to fill the ‘dance floor’ and by the time Marc did Days of Pearly Spencer it was like being in a nightclub! Marc then did The Boy who came back and M and I went down to the front of the stage and he sat on the edge of the stage, in front of Martin Watkins J



Next was Tainted Love and the whole place (~500 people) went wild! Next was What and then I close my eyes. Marc was obviously really enjoying himself and was jumping around the stage – so far away from the ‘exhauted’ angry figure from IndigO2. He closed the set with SHWG and I’ve never heard it get a better reception – the whole audience appeared to sing along!



We’d taken flowers and hoped we’d get chance to give them to Marc. During the final section of SHWG someone gave Marc, Neil and Martin red Gerbera, M ran back to our seats to get our flowers and stood on the edge of the stage and handed them to Marc as he walked towards us J Marc was very kind, smiled and waved to M, before taking the flowers back to the middle of the stage where he thanked me also J I was very very happy and M and I had a big hug and waved to Marc as he closed the song. We weren’t able to record it and there’s no chance any of this will be posted on YouTube, but we shall never forget it!



It was a really really special night – I’m sorry that you weren’t there, but I’m sure Bexhill/Leeds – your next show will be fabulous. After a terrible journey to get there, and last minute, post Wilton’s ticket purchases, it was more than worth all the hassle and we were sooo pleased to have been there to experience a great set of songs, in a fabulous atmosphere, with a happy and relaxed Marc and most of all for M and Marc to have ‘met’.



It was great to see Marc being able to connect and entertain such an audience, as well as the devoted at Wilton’s only a week or two ago - if ever he needed reassurance that he still has the ability to be a great performer he need look no further than these shows.



I do hope Marc wasn’t too freaked out to be confronted by a small boy in a Stardom Rd T-shirt on the edge of the stage holding a bunch of red roses!



Pics to follow tomorrow – they’re not great, but thought you’d like to see them none the less ….

Marc Coming To Leeds

A cheaper trip to see the only voice!!

http://www.leedsgrandtheatre.com/marc_almond_unid2db8_page.aspx

Super Super Leeds

Indian Or Cowboy..............................

Tony, it has to be cowboy!!!

Baby Dee

Absolute genius, Baby Dee should not be a secret, she should be on everybody's CD player. Here is the fabulous Dee singing 'When I Get Home', live in London. Her new album, Safe Inside The Day is out now, and her myspace page is here.....

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=68182999




In a world of bland and recycled pop music, people like Dee deserve to be lauded for daring to do other than a shit cover versions or Cathy Dennis penned bland. Pop Idol this is not, but who gives a fuck, pop idol is shite!!

Long live Dee

A Fellow Almond Blogger........................

...please pop in and say Hello, but try not to wave goodbye!!!

http://piley.blogspot.com/

Am On A Roll, Welcome To My Site Mr JA, This One's For You.........

Fuck It, Pure Almond Indulgence........

Why is this man not acknowledged as the greatest musical national treasure......??

Listen to the track, read the lyrics, and argue that he aint genius. Impossible. And this is less than 12 months on from Tainted Love..............



Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took
Why play the game of place the pain
When you end up feeling just the same
Anyway...

Sleep comes so slowly now
So hard to keep the eyelids down
And you're hoping soon to drown the sound
Of a voice you know that whispers in
Your mind...

Oh, it was a sad, sad day
The day you turned away
And there was nothing in your eye
You had told me once you found it impossible
To cry...

I know you've been there and back
I've been there too
But it was never really deep in you
To do those things you had to do...

And in your sleepy bedroom eyes
I saw the signs
And I lay awake all night
In the cold
Until the light burned my side
And there was nothing
There was nothing anymore...

And there was nothing
Not a feeling
As you glanced back from the door...

Move away to find another place
That illustrates your point of view
Surrounded by the little things
That re-assure
That reflect you...

Ooooo and there was nothing
And there was nothing in my heart
And there was nothing in my head
The light in your eyes is changing all the time
And I still have your smile
Burned into my mind...

And Then They Wondered Why I Turned Out Like I Did part 2

You must watch this to the end. This is everything The Fabulous Death Of Me would have been................................

And Then They Wonder Why I Turned Out Like I Did part 1

Oh God it's another disease
And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to
Were speaking to you again

And you find yourself having sex
In the back of a car
And the girl underneath
Doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly there
And she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
And there's something wrong
Something that you forgot
OH SHIT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN THE RUBBER...........

Perfect words for a 12 year old!!!!!

God bless ya Marc

Yet More Almond Genius...............

http://www.shadowfire.de/warholizer_output/1210713281.gif

Obviously not!! Anyone passing by can tell me how to do it.....??

Not sure if this is the way to add audio files from my hard drive...........

and here too...........

http://ramblingsofrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/

pop by and have a read, and say Hello!!

http://savmarshmama.blogspot.com/

All Hail The Boris

The news that Boris has been voted Mayor of London is one that pleases me no end. Not because I'm a Tory. Not because I vote Labour. No, as a non-London dweller, this has to be the best election vote EVER!!

He is such a buffoon, but living outside London, I don't care. I may start a thread of Boris-isms!! He is a complete halfwit - surely that could be a Boris-ism - but he will be absolutely first class entertainment. He is the prince Phillip of the political world. Words like picaninny and calling the scousers a group who love to wallow in tragedy augers well for a non stop stream of quotes and funnies that can be added to the blog!!

Politics, and especially politicians, is not the most interesting topic usually, and certainly not something to celebrate or talk of in any other mode than moaning and complaining - hey, you've read my rants, and they are the water cress of the ice berg!! - but now it is all gonna change. Hey, he literally stumbled into office, so roll on the good times, the funny politics, the humour and positivity of being able to smile when talking about politics.

To any cockneys reading, if you weren't cockneys you would have my sympathy, but fuck it, you've had the advantages and favours for long enough. Its our turn to laugh at you now.

HAIL HAIL THE BORIS!!

A few pages from my favourites............

http://www.myspace.com/marcalmondofficial

http://www.marcalmond.co.uk/

http://www.alissongothz.com.br/leighbowery/

http://www.chavtowns.co.uk/

http://www.lewisslade.com/gene/genehome.html

http://www.dresdendolls.com/

http://www.valdenham.com/

http://www.wiltons.org.uk/

http://www.shadowfire.de/warholizer

http://www.dictionaraoke.org/song.html


Might keep you out of mischief for a bit!!

15pts, Who Gives A Fuck.......

....we're super Leeds and we're going up.

Monday, Sky Sports. COME ON YOU MIGHTY WHITES!!!

Tony, I Apologise...............

.....the lure of a barbey and a few - well, okay, a hangover's worth!! - of cool refreshing lager got the better of me tonight.

Lets make it Tuesday for the Boris appreciation day. All hail the halfwit!!

Found This Man On Someone Else's Site........

.... and he is so unpolitically correct he is fantastic............

Sad Day At The Shay

The death of Halifax Town. Very sad. Am hoping to pull all the numbers in the EuroMillions to save them from extinction............

Also on with Marc was a remarkable woman, who has been around the musical block, but is so fantastic. Called Little Annie, watch and bewonder...........

Back from the smoke, but the delay is because I am only just back of this world!! Mr Almond was on tip top form, doing a show for fans, performing just a couple of singles in a 2 hour set, and none of them were hits and are more than 20 years old!!

Singing some of his old stuff, some of his unreleased stuff, some obscure B-Sides, some cover versions, some Russian songs etc, we were all treated to an artist who is in the prime of his career, performing in the world's oldest music hall to only a couple of hundred people each night, making it a very intense and personal show, complete and utter genius. I know I'm probably preaching to the perverted, but here is Marc singing Gyp The Blood, to finish the show...............

what do you make of the cool set in london
you're constantly updating your hit parade
of your ten biggest wanks
she's a waitress
she's got style
sunday bathtime may take a while


FFS, i might as well throw away my pen at this very moment, how on earth do you top that??

Yet More Musical Genius

Completely un-Marc Almond, but this is absolute genius..................



If you can get hold of the 'Simple breakdown' mix of this, you could not make a better r+b track, the lyrics are fantastic. Who the fuck else could use the word RECIPROCITY and make it rhyme?!!? If I work out how to put audio clips on here, will post the best version - yes, it is better than this - on here for you all to marvel at.

This time next week, I will be being entertained by the Judy Garland of the rubbish heap.

Keep a little Marc in your heart......................

15 points............

.....who gives a fuck, we're super Leeds, and we're going up!!

Watched the football tonight and was gutted that the spawny cock-er-nees managed to get a good result with the last kick, erm head, of the game. Which may throw up a rather difficult scenario. As a Leeds fan, the filth from over the pennines are known only as scum, and the filth from the smoke that got a draw at Anfield tonight are known as scumski. What am I to do when the greatest club game takes place in a couple of weeks time and its a scum v scumski final?? Who do you support?? How can you sit down and watch it?? So desperately need Barca to turn it on tomorrow. And while we're on about the greatest game in the world, we are gonna get our 15 points back, and go up as league 1 champions. Marching on together.

The best goal ever scored.........



And the reason why everyone hates us, just sheer quality.......

The curries were lip smackingly triple bypass-ly gorgeous!!

So, girls and boys, another week has passed and no comments from me, its hard having the discipline to keep no one up to speed in my angry life!!! lol

Only a couple of weeks now until the smoke beckons, with all its vices and pleasures, and of course, 2 Marc Almond shows. Am so excited, my pants are moist already!! The opportunity to experience genius is one that everybody should do once in their lifetime, and I'm lucky enough to be doing it twice in one weekend. Probably my reward for putting up with the rest of the shit life offers!!

So, whats been happening in the world since last week? Well, a member of far removed family was burried in Sheffield, losing his life in Afghanistan serving queen and country. Don't know him, never met him, but big respect to him. And big shame on the disgrace of a government, because, as is all too depressingly common, he hadn't been given the correct equipment. Same day, an Iraqi boy gets £2m because someone accidently dropped a gun which went off and shot him. Compensation for our soldiers is around 10% of that. Absolutely disgraceful. Our politicians should be hung in Wembley Stadium before the cup final. But don't get me started............!!

Making a whole host of curries tonight for a curry night - you don't say!! - and we are having friends over. He writes scripts for a very well known soap, though I never watch it. Although, sometime soon - or sometime recently gone - my name will appear as a surveyor or summat. I just hope Jack gets to say my name!!

Back to the curries, the menu will consist of the following cullinary delights...

STARTERS.......... poppadoms, pickle tray, onion bhajis, creamy mushroom and courgette curry, spicy fish fillets

MAINS................ dhall madras, mixed vegetable bhaji, fiery spicy beef curry, chicken kahari, pilau rice, basmatti rice, lime and corriander rice, chappattis, garlic naan, plain naan

SWEETS.............. mango kulfi, strawberry cheescake

SUNDRIES.......... lots of lager!!!

Heart attack city central, but fuck me, what a way to go!!!!! lolol

Was wondering what youtube vid to leave you with today. More Marc? More MLS? More Piaf? But no, I thought I'd go for something completely different, but equally as classy and perfect...........

Enjoy the weekend, and keep angry........................................

Possibly the best pop song of the early 80s...............

Ok, so this is where I either show myself up to be a complete ignoramus - yes, already done on previous posts, I can read your mind. God, you're so predictable!! - or the fountain of all knowledge and the one with the finger firmly on the pulse.

The Olympics.

Or more specifically, the Olympics in Beijing. And, if I can be even more specific, the Olympics in Beijing and the situation in Tibet.

Everywhere the torch has gone, there's been protests here and protests there about the situation in Tibet. Something to do with infringements on people's human rights and the such.

Now, maybe my points come from the side of ignorance, as I'm not fully in the picture of all the minute details, so comments following this post that may appear may shoot down my argument in flames - or at least on the face of it - but just because I'm not a leading talker on the issues of Tibet doesn't make me any less qualified to express an opinion - thankyou to all those brave men who fought and died (or survived) so that I could - or make it any less worthy. So here goes.........

The bit that confuses me is what the big issue is all about it. If you look at any country outside the 'developed' world, you could shout loudly the same arguments with equal justification. I'm not saying those arguments are wrong. I'm not saying that the way China is handling Tibet is right and just. (Nor, must I add, am I saying it is wrong, as I said previously, I am not well studied in this particular subject).

But those people who jump on a 'trendy' band wagon, where are your protestations about gay rights in the middle east? Where are your protestations about the plight of the farmers in Mozambique? Where are your protestations about the situation of many around the world who are suffering at the hands of 'cruel' dictators? Where are your protestations against religions which allow honour killings and the complete disrespect of women?

And what about the human rights of the elderly in this country who are being mugged and sexually abused in their own homes by scrotes who break in for the easy pickings of a frail old dear's pension? Or even the treatment they receive when they move into 'care'?

I would like to bet that the majority of people who are moaning about the situation in Tibet are the same people who stand up and defend the perpetrators of crimes against the old and frail in this country - yes, ENGLAND - because of their upbringing or social standing. The same people who buy FAIRTRADE because it makes them feel better about their relative wealth compared to a farmer who earns 50p a week for harvesting coffee when they earn £1000 a week for being a social worker or teacher or health care professional. What they conveniently - or stupidly, you may choose the former, me very definitely the latter - forget is that 50p a week (that is a figure from the top of my head, but the actual figure is immaterial in the context of this argument) can buy a standard of living similar to what the trendy bandwagon jumper gets here. It may not be measured in plasma TVs or 2 cars in the drive or foreign holidays to far flung places, cashing in on that country's cheaper way of living to get 2 weeks in the sun all inclusive for less than a grand, but nonetheless, it is a decent wage in their country of origin. But no, as trendy do good band wagon jumpers we wish to bastardise a country and its economic status by paying farmers more than doctors or solicitors. And then, after flooding these riches into a country, bemoan the fact that they now have McDonalds and Pizza Express and the like, which take away the GENUINENESS of the place and the authenticity of the country (which translates into ruining their holiday). What did you expect?

See, and I'm on a proper rant now, but as a nation, we seem absolutely obsessed with apologising for the things we did decades and centuries ago. We seem to want to put right every body else's wrongs and dismiss or forget our own, putting other countries interests before our own, and I don't understand it.

I would help anyone I could, no matter what where who or when, but I wouldn't come round and do your washing with my last scoop of powder and leave my clothes dirty and smelling. If all my washing was done, fair enough, you're welcome to the powder, but if not.........

So, bringing it back to Tibet, there may well be bad things happening there, or these things may be being blown out of proportion, I don't know, and really I aint too bothered. And why? Because there are too many issues here that the trendies and the sheep should be worried about and challenging. The imminent introduction of nuclear power stations, the plight of the elderly, the plight of other people in care, the rising cost of living, the service men representing our country without the proper equipment which is leading to them losing their lives, the lack of control we have against crime and violence, the number of young girls getting pregnant below the age of consent, the obsession thanks to the media force feeding of all things celebrity and cosmetic surgery............... there are loads of things that we could, nay SHOULD, be getting angry about, instead of worrying about other people in other places.

Their plight may be bad, but why is the welfare of a Tibetan deemed as more important and 'worthy' than the old person in care, who may well have been a part of the war effort, being abused as you read this in the town that you live in? Or the child being beaten because its parent lost money at the bookies?

I may not be spouting a trendy view - God forbid that I may spout something politically correct!! - but one that I think many people may well be thinking right now. But where are the people who have a mouthpiece - aside from this little corner of the web - and why aren't they shouting out loud about this?

Cue the abuse and intellectual reasonings.........................

In and straight back out, just recovering from a bad cold, but just had a dig around on Youtube, and found this little gem...............

Not sure how to put links down the side, but click here and say hello to the rather cool and funky Mr Z...............

http://everton.blogspot.com/

Tell him Tescos sent ya!!

Big Shouts

Pete Monsoon, Gazza, Gary Horner, Joseph, Nish, Racheal, Ian, all of whom were part once upon a time of the big Bradleys family.

Hope you guys are all well and happy.................

Evening!!

tas been decided this evening that I am gonna finally get my ass in gear and finally make a proper stab at writing my play. The one that I made an initial attempt at almost 20 years ago. The one that I lived over 20 years ago. About an English boy and an Asian girl who meet at school, fall in love, enjoy a purity within that love, but then are pulled apart by culture and religion and custom, she ends up married and him brokenhearted. Anyone who knows me, well, you know the script already!! So, arse is in gear, and updates will appear on here soon.

Why the sudden inspiration?? Dunno, but I was talking - via email - to a new friend and fellow Almond disciple, and it kinda somehow inspired me to go back to that huge folder of incomplete ideas and try again. There's all sorts in it, poems, songs, prose, and the script, and so I thought, why not, so away we go. I also found this in there, which isn't complete I don't think, needs a little bit of an extra verse, but I thought I'd share it anyway................

And yes it's true
You left a lasting impression
My headlong descent
Into acute depression
Precipitating
My childlike regression
Service payable
At diner's discretion
Shattering all
Of my life's equilibrium
Padding the walls
Of my mind's sanitorium
Lighter in hand
Head to toe in petroleum
Suicidal or manic
With no happy medium
You are the mirror
Reflecting my lovelessness
You are the mirror
Reflecting my hopelessness
You are the mirror
Reflecting my uselessness
You are the mirror
Reflecting my life's a mess................................................

Happy Easter

Remember, Jesus died so we could eat chocolate eggs!!

Enjoy.......................

Meant to read Canada!! Too much alcohol and blogging not a good mix!!!!

Not got chance to see The Cottage yet, boy thats frustrating!!

Was going to go on a political rant tonight after seeing a guy I used to play football with who is emigrating to Canand soon, about the death of the working class, the sad state of the country, and the fact that most people seem to be absolutely fucked off with how the country seems to be going, but I just opened another Carlsberg, so let me knock the head off it and bite my tongue so not to alienate the few people who actually have read this bollocks!!!

Counting the days down now til the smoke.

Here is yet another example of genius, which can only beg the Q as to why he isn't a national treasure, the most lauded poet and performer ever................

Just had an email through from the lovely Helen to say that Jake Shillingford, ex My Life Story founder, is out on the road as ExileInside over the next few months, with the gig in Manchester costing just £5.00, which is a bargain in anyone's book. Doing accoustic versions of the classic MLS songs - check out YouTube, it's not all happyslap vids ya know - plus some of his solo stuff, its well worth a night out. Well, what the fuck else ya gonna be doing??

Here's his web page, http://www.jakeshillingford.com/ and his myspace page, http://www.myspace.com/jakeshillingford and here is the fabulous MLS doing Strumpet.........

I'm gonna be watching you!!

Took a week to get the next installment out!!! Anyone who knows me will be impressed I did it so quickly!!

Looking forward to seeing the absolutely drop dead gorgeous Jenifer Ellison in her movie The Cottage tomorrow. Will need to strategically place my coat on my lap though!! Blimey, she is HOT HOT HOT!!

Glad that Shannon Matthews has been found. The media coverage of the case has been nothing short of disgraceful. You've heard all the arguaments about her being from a rough estate in a shit family with a mum who is a national disgrace, but at the end of the day, however true those statements are, she's a little girl who deserved better from the media.

Only a few weeks now til a jaunt to the smoke to watch the only voice live at Wilton's Music Hall. If the shows are owt like last year, its gonna be one helluva show!!

As an aside from that, last year we stayed in the City when we went to see him, and, unbelieveably, all the pubs were closed on a Friday night until Monday!! But we found a bar, and went in. A bit of a strange bar, and then it clicked. A tranny bar!!!! Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy....!!!

What else, erm.........................................

Oh yes, big shout out to my buddy Jonathan, who's just found out he's gonna be a daddy for the third time!!

Time for a video.................................




Can any heterosexual male tell me that she is not perfection??? Best take my overcoat....!!

Oh well, that's me for now.

Remember, they say that home is where the heart is, but home is only where the bills are!!

Yeah okay, so its in the wrong fucking place, but I told ya I was new to this!!

Yeah okay, so its in the wrong fucking place, but I told ya I was new to this!!!

Say Hello........

Well, I suppose I oughta tell you all a few bits and bobs about me....................

male, 30 something, straight, in a long term relationship (jail term!!)

work with people who have learning disabilities

am a passionately proud yorkshireman

love all sorts of things, music, food, football, t'internet, books, films, writing, but most of all, I love ME!!!

the name? well it derives back from my youth, when plans were made - over and over again - to launch a kind of fucked up cabaret show thing, featuring boys dressed as girls, girls dressed as boys, performing all sorts of cabarret act things, and I was gonna be the compere, dressed in drag, telling a few jokes, slagging off some of the audience (in best drag queen traditions!!), and singing a few songs between each act. Imagine a drag queen singing such standards as Oh Boy, Trouble, Jolene and the like. Fabulous!! The show was gonna end with me being defrocked and crucified on a diamante encrusted crucifix - Jesus had no style, two pieces of 6x4, I ask ya - and the crowd would witness the fabulous death of me as part of the finale!! Like I said, fucked up, but would have been great fun. Never happened, thankfully!! But the name kinda stuck, and now has its place on the web.

Music - Marc Almond is a God, undeniably the most talented song writing artiste of this, or indeed any, generation. There will be loads of youtube clips and slide shows and the like featuring the only voice throughout this blog - well, when I work out how to do it!! - so that you too can share the genius that is Mr Almond. Like lots of other stuff too, from indie to dance to disco to punk to electro to cabaret to 60s to 70s to country to r+b to pop to 80s to music hall to rock to folk to 90s to bhangra to musicals to post war...................... you kinda get the picture.

Football - well, there's only one team that anyone should support. Marching on together. The champions of Europe.

Politics - well, I'm kind of a fucked up hybrid of left wing and right wing and central and nazi(esque). I hate political correctness with a vengence. I hate racism, homophobia, and other horrible things like that, but you have to remember that those things work 2 ways, and that freedom of speech means that we should all be able to voice our opinions without fear of recrimination unless its libellous. But no opinion is correct unless it's mine!!! But we'll get on to those kind of issues in due course I'm sure.

Food - got to be indian. Curries just are the reason we have taste buds (and also the reson we have heart attacks!!). A nice chicken bhuna and a few ales sounds like gourmet heaven!! But leave all this low fat healthy eating shite out of my diet ( almost became a fat slag then!). Enjoy what you eat, and if it kills ya, it kills ya!!

Reckon thats enough for now. But for the time being, here is the fantastic Marc singing St Judy last year in his first UK concert since a bike accident almost robbed us of a true star. Enjoy..................

Hello

Welcome to my first ever attempt at this blog thing!!

Will be sharing thoughts on the world, my life, my interests and hobbies, and loads of other inane rubbish that you may find interesting, irritating, or amusing, but as long as you found it, hey I'm happy!! Welcome to my own little corner of the big world wide web thing, here's hoping we avoid the spiders!!

As someone once said, if you're not in the fringes of life, you're taking up too much room. Or maybe someone said something similar and my first mistake in my first post has been born. The fabulous death of someone else's quote no less!!

Enough of this warbling for the moment, gonna go and try to get my head round the possibilities of this whole monster, and try to work out a way of making this thing even remotely interesting to anyone, me included!!

So, pull up a seat, make yourself comfy, and get ready to witness the fabulous death of me...........