Category: General

Paul Jones, Bad, Bad, Boy

The Cross of St George is fluttering quietly, but proudly, above The Cave this morning.

OZ

so, when you post a youtube link up here, have a thought for those of us who don’t have access to the youtube site.
All i’m getting is something like
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My parent’s house has a gate to the front driveway. It isn’t the sort of gate that comes with matching gatehouse or which opens on to a long driveway that winds around the corner to lead to some unseen mansion, it’s the sort of gate that the postman or dustman never bother to close after them. In days long past when the post office managed to get a delivery in before dawn I could roughly gauge when it was time to get up by the whine of the battery driven milk float straining up the hill, accompanied by the rattlling of milk bottles. By the time I heard the rattling cough and wheeze of postman wheeling his bike up the road and dragging the open gate, I knew it was time to be making a move.
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Bearsy,  just a quick thank you for all the hard work and time that you are putting in on this site.  I really do appreciate it.

I particularly enjoy  your rubric to ‘DNmyT’ -that’ll be ‘rubric’  as a Scots legal term, by the way, without prejudice and for the avoidance of doubt.

Maybe only Rainer the Cabbie will enjoy this. Don’t know and don’t care. Still the best song by the late, great Harry Chapin, in my opinion. Thanks again.

When travelling around the world, be warned, the signs could be dangerous:

You may found these amusing!

xxx

I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts.
Abraham Lincoln

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

Zen, heard this on the radio today, thought of you.

Original from
Stand Your Ground (1984)

Continue reading “Kilimanjaro”

I have just been, for the first time in my life, to donate blood…and I have to say that I feel very good for doing so.

I haven’t ever felt that I could do so before, due to my alcoholism, but as I have been on the wagon now for a year, thought that it was about time to do somehthing about it.  When my mum was so poorly with her cancer she had what seemed like dozens of pints of blood transfused, also bone marrow transplants and several other things that helped prolong her life, and if some kind souls hadn’t donated, her life would have been alot shorter.

It was a bit of a strange experience, and all of the so called do-gooders of the villiage were there, but am sitting here sipping my tea and feeling like I have finally done something worthwhile.

xxx