Dom's Rambles

I trust that His Satanic Majesty will forgive me leeching His bandwidth here but it is for a common - and, indeed, worthy - cause which deserves to be publicised as widely as possible. I'm sure I don't need to remind people of the recent tax hike on booze which the above clown justified by claiming that it would, in some ill defined way, combat so-called 'binge drinking' and the attendant hooliganism.
Ali baby, here's a reality check. The gang of feral estate pikies who jumped and kicked me senseless on my way home from the pub last summer didn't do so because of Happy Hour at their local - or because Bargain Booze had an offer on crates of Stella Artois that week. They did it because they knew, even if the police could be bothered to take enough time out from persecuting motorists to get around to catching them, that there would be no meaningful consequences.
Got that, you beetle-browed fuckwit?
Anyway people, if you click on the above picture you'll get a larger version that you can print off and present to the landlord of your favoured drinking establishment, asking them to display it in some prominent position. The idea being to get this thieving tax parasite bastard (who would tax the air we breath if he could figure out a way of metering it and would doubtless justifying doing so by recourse to some fashionable eco-quackery) barred from every pub in the country.
Granted, it may be a token (even futile) gesture but it lets such loathsome pieces of shit know that there are some of us who aren't going to accept their legislated robbery quietly.
On a lighter note, I'm indebted to the aforementioned Devil for recently drawing attention to my inane prattle and, by doing so, sending my stats through the roof. I particularly liked one of the comments on His post:

I enjoyed reading that, because I'm around the same age and went to some of the clubs he mentions.
At the time I was a filthy 'outlaw' biker and how we looked down on his poodle haired glam rock types. We thought they were a bunch of pussies and weren't averse to giving them a smack now and again just to remind them of their position in the food chain.
With the benefit of hindsight I now know that they were getting all the chicks, who (amazingly) were actually turned off by my bad impersonation of Sonny Barger.
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi.
I still reckon Glam Rock sucks though.

I had a similar confession from one of the scarier grebos who drinks in my pub and who I was always a little wary of back in the day (he drunkenly informed me that the first time he had actually talked to me he realised what a sound guy I was and couldn't help liking me).
In fact now I come to think of it, and except for one obvious example, there is no one from those days I wouldn't be civil towards or refuse to have a drink with. Okay, I take the piss at every opportunity but it's good natured piss taking; there's no genuine malice in Down & Out... because no one (again with one notable exception) was genuinely malicious towards me. The guy I called Tony Wilkins was mentally ill and not fully responsible for his actions. Others were similarly incapacitated through being out of their heads on drugs all the time.
As for 'Sally', she did what she did because of juvenile self-centredness and emotional immaturity. Her dogged refusal to explain her actions or to apologise for them (which was all I ever wanted her to do), as well as her subsequent David Irving style re-write of local history to cast me as the villain of the piece, was much more to do with moral cowardice than anything else so I could never really hate her. Even if it would have made it all so much easier to bear had I been able to.

posted by Dom  # 2:01 PM