Previously
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- emptyfreedotcom
- Puppetgov.com
- Down With Tractors
- Blog Doctor
- Why Women Hate Men
- The Lefsetz Letter
And so beginneth another British Summertime. Yes boys and girls, the clocks have gone forward, the shorts are on standby and high-hopes for a long, lazy summer begin to emerge. No matter how much of a pipe-dream it really is these days, you just can't help thinking that a 1976-style summer just might happen again. Aside from the weather though, Summer is also a state of mind. Longer days and lighter mornings make for happier, shinier (and here in Brit-land drunker) people. Could be an interesting season given the predictions earlier in the year of a summer of civil unrest within these shores. Conditions are pretty favourable this year I think.
The tone has been well and truly set this weekend with the Put People First protest in London yesterday, ahead of the G20 Summit on April 2nd. Earlier this week, the the former CEO of the Royal Bank of Scotland had his house and car vandalised by well-wishers - or more correctly, one of his houses and one of his cars. He's probably considering spending the summer at one of his holiday-homes.
Of course, whilst behaviour like this can't be condoned, it's a measure of just how hacked off people in this country are right now. Given the international scope of the current economic mess we've all been plunged into, and the amount of heads in the financial-sector that don't appear to be rolling as a result, it could be a very significant summer the world over, one way or another.
Ok, time to wax that board...
The tone has been well and truly set this weekend with the Put People First protest in London yesterday, ahead of the G20 Summit on April 2nd. Earlier this week, the the former CEO of the Royal Bank of Scotland had his house and car vandalised by well-wishers - or more correctly, one of his houses and one of his cars. He's probably considering spending the summer at one of his holiday-homes.
Of course, whilst behaviour like this can't be condoned, it's a measure of just how hacked off people in this country are right now. Given the international scope of the current economic mess we've all been plunged into, and the amount of heads in the financial-sector that don't appear to be rolling as a result, it could be a very significant summer the world over, one way or another.
Ok, time to wax that board...
Listening to: Iron roads, asphalt sky, windows made from water
Sometimes you stumble upon something that awakens a memory you'd forgotten you had. No, I'm not talking about Satanic ritual abuse pop-kids - think quirky, of-it's-time 70's kid's TV, the kind that would never get made nowadays. I give you Ace of Wands.
The series featured the adventures of enigmatic blow-dried stage magician and general mystic guy Tarot along with his elemental owl Ozymandias (street-name: Fred the owl) plus a selection of offbeat side-kicks. Amongst these was classic early 70's ethereal chick Lulli, whose telepathic link to Tarot was first discovered when her spooky mind-waves caused him to drive his Jag into her Beach-Buggy. I kid you not Blogettes, this is what life was really like back then...all running along the beach holding onto your floppy hat en route to solving psychic mysteries and infiltrating secret covens of maxi skirt-clad witches in Biba makeup, (some of whom would later reappear in George & Mildred and The Benny Hill Show), against a musical backdrop of freak-out fuzz guitar and free-form Hammond organ improv. In my view, we need to get back to this.
And the theme-tune! Opens with the line 'Jet White Dove, Snow Black Snake' ... see what they did there? Come on, that's early 70's GOLD baby! The music's composer now resides within the ranks of Status Quo, so it's not a story untouched by tragedy. But as the song says: Take what you can from yesterday, the rest beg, steal - or borrow. Wise words for Tarot Children everywhere.
Take heed.
Sometimes you stumble upon something that awakens a memory you'd forgotten you had. No, I'm not talking about Satanic ritual abuse pop-kids - think quirky, of-it's-time 70's kid's TV, the kind that would never get made nowadays. I give you Ace of Wands.
The series featured the adventures of enigmatic blow-dried stage magician and general mystic guy Tarot along with his elemental owl Ozymandias (street-name: Fred the owl) plus a selection of offbeat side-kicks. Amongst these was classic early 70's ethereal chick Lulli, whose telepathic link to Tarot was first discovered when her spooky mind-waves caused him to drive his Jag into her Beach-Buggy. I kid you not Blogettes, this is what life was really like back then...all running along the beach holding onto your floppy hat en route to solving psychic mysteries and infiltrating secret covens of maxi skirt-clad witches in Biba makeup, (some of whom would later reappear in George & Mildred and The Benny Hill Show), against a musical backdrop of freak-out fuzz guitar and free-form Hammond organ improv. In my view, we need to get back to this.
And the theme-tune! Opens with the line 'Jet White Dove, Snow Black Snake' ... see what they did there? Come on, that's early 70's GOLD baby! The music's composer now resides within the ranks of Status Quo, so it's not a story untouched by tragedy. But as the song says: Take what you can from yesterday, the rest beg, steal - or borrow. Wise words for Tarot Children everywhere.
Take heed.
Greetings my people. Ok, it's been a bit too long since my last post, but to say I've been uninspired in all areas of late would be an understatement. Today however is different. After a warm spring-like weekend and start of the week, today is the day when Winter is undisputably in retreat. I say this every year I know, but unbridled optimism is the natural companion of these unseasonable clear blue skies and warm sunshine, and blow me down, it's still only March pop-kids.
Aside from this I've had little to report of late. As predicted, I'm developing the leg-power of a Teen-Titan, reaping as I am the twin benefits of the Vibrogym and plain old school weight-humping, with a touch of aerobic activity thrown in. By the time Summer is in full-effect, I shall be lightly tanned and finely honed, Greek deity-style, just you wait. Expect photos.
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