I liked this massacre (mine)

At what point did he (General Custer) realise that he had played one gig too many? Those Rock 'n Roll days were about to be over. Originally from West Yorkshire, I was brought up on a regular diet of Cowboys and Indians. Cowboys were the goodies and Indians were the not-so goodies. In later life... Continue Reading →

Car-Share With King Candy

That suspiciously sweet smell. For a while now I have been car-sharing. It is a way of getting to work whilst cutting down on costs. It saves me and my fellow care-sharers small fortunes at the end of the month and gves us time chat. The last bit is not always true. My car-sharing adventures... Continue Reading →

Birches

When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy's been swinging them.But swinging doesn't bend them down to stayAs ice-storms do. Often you must have seen themLoaded with ice a sunny winter morningAfter a rain. They click upon themselvesAs the breeze rises, and turn... Continue Reading →

London

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.  In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear  How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in... Continue Reading →

Remember.

Remember me when I am gone away,          Gone far away into the silent land;          When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day          You tell me of our future that you plann'd:          Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then... Continue Reading →

Fascist Proofing For Beginners

“Are you a communist?""No I am an anti-fascist""For a long time?""Since I have understood fascism.” ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls It's becoming evident that the right to be 'ultra-right' has become embedded in our everyday culture and conversations. The pendulum has swung the other way. Being a Fascist is now fashionable; it marks you out... Continue Reading →

Win At All Costs! Or Not…

Eugene Christophe Tour de France I always associate the Tour de France with colour. Firstly, there are the colourful fields of sunflowers that have come to symbolise this yearly adventure and then there are the team kits. In 1919, just after the slaughter of the Great War, the Tour set about its pilgrimage around the... Continue Reading →

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