Dom's Rambles
Part of Down & Out in Sheffield & LincolnWednesday, January 28, 2009
Well I Never!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I Like White Lies.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Lost Love Rediscovered.
It's a long story I won't bore you with, but this week I came across CD copies of the first two albums by The Sundays (check out the video of their 1989 debut single Can't Be Sure above). I'd forgotten how much I loved this band and just how enchanting Harriet Wheeler's soaring and beautifully otherworldy vocals really were.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Ever The Contrarian...
We treat the president of the United States with awe. We impute to him remarkable powers. We divine things by his smallest gestures. We believe he has the capacity to destroy the very earth, and – by vigorous perusal of sound economic policy - to make the land fruitful and all our endeavours prosperous. We beseech him for aid and comfort in our every distress and believe him capable of granting any boon or favour.This type is recognisable to even a casual student of mythology. The president is not an ordinary politician trying to conduct the affairs of state as best he can. He is a divine priest-king. And we Americans worship our state avatar devoutly. That is, we do until he shows any sign of weakness. Sir James Frazer, in The Golden Bough, said:Thus in our brief national history we have shot four of our presidents, worried five of them to death, impeached one and hounded another out of office. And when all else fails we hold an election and assassinate their character.Primitive peoples…believe that their safety and even that of the world is bound up with the life of one of these god-men…. Naturally, therefore they take great care of his life…. But no amount of care and precaution will prevent the man-god from growing old and feeble…. There is only one way of averting these dangers. The man-god must be killed.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Catching Up On My Reading.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Clean Living Dom: An Update.
Technically I fell off the midweek wagon on Tuesday evening but, considering it was the funeral of yet another of the old crowd who has departed this world so prematurely and unnecessarily, I think I can be forgiven for dropping in to the wake and necking a couple of pints in his memory. Except for that we’re at the end of week two of my new responsible drinking regimen.
I can’t believe how much money I’m saving – or rather how much money I’m not spending!
Hats Off To Sully!
Chesley B. 'Sully' Sullenberger III, you Da Man! What an awesome - not to mention heroic - example of the pilot's craft (it certainly puts my efforts in IL-2 into perspective).
I was also most amused to read the following comment on the incident on the Samizdata blog.
Actually, it wasn't really a plane. It was a missile, surrounded by a hologram to look like a plane. Those people on the news - they're all actors. Don't you find it suspicious that there are so many Jews there?
Also, if you look at the pictures in the water, it's not a real plane. It clearly has missing ailerons from the wing so COULD NOT POSSIBLY HAVE FLOWN. And there's no way emergency services could have been there so quickly - they must have known.
This was done to, erm, not sure why but someone will think of something...
Friday, January 09, 2009
What A Good Boy Am I.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Giving Myself A Little Treat.
To Answer Your Question...
Just A Quickie...
Apart from that this hasn’t really been a productive week as I’m doing my level best to keep to my New Year Resolution which has resulted in me being fidgety as hell, has played havoc with my sleep patterns and has also left me unable to concentrate (although I’m told that passes after a few days). If you’re very lucky boys and girls I’ll fill you in with the details on Friday night by which time I’ll be a week into my new clean-living regimen.
*Mind you, considering that 'misogynist', like 'racist', is one of those words that has been redefined through semantic abuse and, when used in the adjective sense, now means 'that which is strongly disapproved of by Guardian readers', I don't exactly lose a great deal of sleep fretting about it.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Bittersweet Memories.
Between the spring and late autumn of 2003 I was in that part of the country (Whitley Bay to be precise) on a regular basis and had every intention of moving there permanently as soon as it was practical. But alas, it was not to be (a-fucking-gain).
One Sunday afternoon my reason for being there and I drove out to Allendale and had lunch in a local pub where I discovered from talking to the locals that the agricultural equipment dealership had gone out of business sometime in the Eighties.
However, even if I do say so myself and as the above pictures attest, I have a phenomenal memory and by the time we headed for home that evening I'd located everything else.
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