Uncontrolled immigration is a bad thing.
You English Southrons are, comparatively, living cheek by jowl with a population density of 413 per square kilometre. Yet again, we Celts are holding you back from being right up there, c by j-wise. To be fair, you could never hope to compete with top of the table Monaco and their 25,718.12 psm. Continue reading “Stay or Go – Immigration”
This one is easy, in my opinion.
Nobody seem to dispute that we are the fifth largest economy in the world. Or that we have a trade deficit with the EU.
I don’t believe that cutting off your nose to spite your face will ever appeal to rEU*. Continue reading “Stay or Go? – Our Economy”
Good evening, all you old rock ‘n rollers, it’s the resident music editor here with all the gen on the latest in the world of rock. The experimental rock band, Radiohead, have released their ninth studio album, A Moon Shaped Pool, to much admiration from the critics. Radiohead’s jagged alternative music with its subliminal lyrics, nasal singing and robotic humming reference points has always left my ears unamused. I’m going to play the irony card: they’re too cheery for me. Yet, the hypnotic quality of the sounds draws me back to them time and time again. There must be something in the grooves.
Now onto serious matters. The name of Radiohead can be added to the list of victims in this age of terror. Those of you that follow the news will have heard of the Radiohead fans that were attacked by Islamists in a record store in Istanbul while they were listening to a stream of the new album. These fundamentalists didn’t like that the fans were drinking alcohol and listening to music during the holy month of Ramadan. There you go, you’re not even safe in the secular state of Turkey.
A much less serious problem concerns the video for their new single, Burn the Witch. The inspiration for this animated film was an old TV programme for children. The creators of the original work are unhappy that their copyright was used without permission. They weren’t chuffed either with the dark tones of the story. It could end in court. The video also pays homage to an old horror classic. I’ll let you watch to find out what it is.
Play it loud and prepare to be hypnotised.
Right then, there’s less than a week to go and all to play for. Continue reading “Should We Stay or Should We Go?”
England: What a fool I was, what a dominated fool
To think that you were the Earth and sky
What a fool I was, what an addlepated fool
What a mutton-headed dolt was I
No, my reverberating friend
You are not the beginning and the end
European Union: You impudent hussy! Is there an idea in your head or a word in your mouth that I haven’t put there?
England: There’ll be spring every year without you
England still will be here without you
There’ll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
There’ll be crumpets and tea without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will survive without you
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain
Even that will remain without you,
I can do without you!
You, dear friend, who talk so well
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire
They can still rule the land without you
Windsor Castle will stand without you
And without much ado we can
All muddle through without you
European Union: You brazen hussy!
England: Without your pulling it the tide comes in
Without your twirling it, the Earth can spin
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I
I shall not feel alone without you
I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well
Without you
Thomas Jefferson was suspicious of power in the same way that most are suspicious of heroin. So, WWJD vis a vis Brexit? Economic arguments, I suspect, would be secondary at best. He would instead zero in on the suppression of democracy and of the ‘will of the people.’ But, hey, he is so 18th Century, isn’t he?
Is this really the very best they can come up with to lead the free world? If so, not so much God bless America as God help us all.
OZ
I live in a small flat in a working-class neighbourhood with four other people. The owner of the flat is an immigrant from Bolivia who has a teenage son. She’s of the best sort. She works hard, is respectful of others, has common sense to excess and a cutting wit. Her son has his moments, teenagers often do, but is a polite, respectful and pleasant young man who happens to be very clean! Both are! They’re lovely to live with. We make sure not to violate each other’s personal space and, when we share common spaces, rarely fail to have a pleasant conversation – sometimes for hours. If ever I do her a favour she immediately repays it. For example, I helped her clean a cooking pot that she managed to burn and she gave me a few custards or I lent her a lemon and she gave me a lunch of roast meats and potatoes. Continue reading “Revolting Romanians.”
The Bruce is 66 years young, that’s about the average age of a Charioteer. Like those said Charioteers there’s life in the old dog yet. Three and a half hour concerts are the norm. It’s a feature of his shows that fans request songs by writing the song title on a piece of cardboard. This makes the set list change every night. He also does cover versions. This keeps the band on its toes.
Warning: The following video contains joy, spontaneity, humour, comradeship and musicianship in this unplanned performance.
Sometimes you are reminded of things… Things that have become part of who you are, part of what you are. These are not things that you think about every day or even every month but, sometimes, you are just struck by how much you miss something. I have been too busy commuting between jobs to think about much recently, but tonight while sitting one of my twice-weekly Japanese lessons it struck me how much I miss Asia. Continue reading “Chronograph”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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