More Cuban Cigars please!

What? I know. It's not the usual sort of thing is it? The girl on the far right is Marti Roxan and this is the band No Shame which she was in. I'm afraid I don't know any of the names of the rest of the band or have ever heard any of their songs. All I remember is being in a cottage in Lumphanan, Aberdeenshire, many years ago, without much entertainment but there was a copy of Metal Hammer with some pictures of Marti Roxan in it and that was when I found out what sort of a man I was. Hahaha what a stupid and embarrassing memory. When I die and go to heaven it'll be like Lumphanan and I'll live in my cottage with an open fire with my lovely wife Marti Roxan. Lumphanan's beautiful but quite average by Scotland's standards. It is where Macbeth was supposed to be killed by Duncan. Not sure if its actually true.

Hope UKOGBANI hangs onto Scotland. Of course, what difference does it make? It's not like they'll stop me visiting. Maybe it's still not too late to bite the bullet and leave England behind. Too flat anyway. My best friend at school decided to become Scottish as soon as he became an adult and within a year he had a ginger beard and was a borderline alcoholic. Overcompensating maybe. Good choice though.

Funny how Scottish nationalism is a reasonably sensible phenonema expressed now as the actual devolved Scottish Government whereas English nationalism is either something terminally archaic and cute or just outright unpleasant like the EDL (yes  they came - more later). Regional nationalism seems to come more naturally to all the english people I've ever known, which is most of the people I've ever known. It's a multi-level localism that's usually seen in the context of a rivalry. Manchester v Liverpool, Lancashire v Yorkshire, Northerners v southerners.  I suppose you could keep going. Why not? England-Scotland, Britain- Europe, Europe-Asia, Eurasia- America. Come on Eurasia!

Hmmm dunno where I'm going with this.Sorry Any creative energies are turning elsewhere. It's that time of year when work starts looming over one as the earth warms up and sap starts running and that. The pond is full of frogsex. Not that I have to do anything about that, of course. Lucky old frogs. Although to be fair they are doing it with frogs. I'm settling for nothing less than Marti Roxan.
 
Come on Koosie. Do better than this. I'm deleting all of this unless you write something worth reading soon. Tell them about the EDL. Why? I wasn't there. You've got to tell them something. Who? Dunno.Who are you, anyway? Grammatical fiction. Tree-sprite. It doesn't matter. Just write something or I'll hit you with this bamboo cane. What bamboo...ow!

600 Fascists turned up for their demo. Which isn't bad for an orbital town but insufficient to overwhelm the local constabulary and semi-uniformed 'community volunteers' organised by the council. They marched up the road a bit, had a little rally next to the bus station and then dispersed into coaches and trains. It was all done in 2 hours and despite a few arrests for drunk & disordely nobody got hurt and nothing got damaged. Still...I'm watching you Fascists. The RAC follow the Hainish code and that doesn't rule out anything. All the same it does bring to mind the title of this song by the Super Furries.

Hey the Embed failed to work again. Not that it matters. I wonder what I'm doing wrong.

Lot's to talk about again today that I won't. Syria was traumatic to watch again this week. South Sudan crisis continues. Greece gets it's latest bail-out. Putin spells out terms and conditions of new cold war....fun planet. Interesting times as ever. We endure. The unendurable if necessary.

The title of this post refers to base desires. I like the good things in life, my friends, but they're mostly always just round the corner. Not that I'm complaining of course. Last week there was Morricone magic and you can't have enough of that. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Well actually I'm going to the allotment to plant some Willow whips then maybe reward myself with a walnut whip. So that's quite predictable really. I wonder if anyone still sells walnut whips?  It's unknowable. Schrodlinger's walnut-whip.

Bye Bye Fabio!

" Words themselves -the very material of our discourse increasingly take on masks or disguises. "
Dennis Potter

Yep. He's been on my mind a lot recently what with the BBC re-showing The Singing Detective. I've still not seen Son of Man which I thought looks very interesting. 

Goddam it's cold! What the hell's wrong with you people living in this freezing, miserable shit-hole? You should really get together as a species and do something about warming the place up. Oh, you already are? Brilliant! Respect! Get on with it then, its actually hurting my frozen fingers typing this rubbish. I should stop. Or turn the heating up. Trouble is I already owe my supplier, EDF more than they can possibly expect to get in a hurry. Sod 'em! They can wait a bit. As long as they don't send the EDL after me. Yes, they're working together now and you can see why.

On the subject of Islamaphobia: Prompted by PM Cammers, a govt minister is visit Jordan next week to find a way of deporting Abu Qatada, now that the European Court of Human Rights has told us we can't send him to be tortured or be tried using evidence obtained by torture. Reckon this Minister will take a very big and awkward diplomatic bag? He won't be hard to catch anyway- the footage the media keeps showing of Qatada shows a tubby gent amiably strolling through the suberbs, idly taking his time and smiling knowingly. This was a few years ago so he may have lost some weight worrying about going back to the middle-east or maybe just got fatter sitting around in prison for seven years.Naturally he media isn't interested on going into too much detail telling us why we're not supposed to deport him instead concentrating on the normal hysterical reaction to this institution we voluntarily signed up to as a nation, admittedly under a previous government. Still it's pathetic really. If we have to let him out and he has to stay then just keep an eye on him. Think of it as part of the war on terror. If you're allowed to call in an airstrike  in another bit of Eurasia with the strong possibility of killing someone who is not a danger to your occupying troops, the least you can do is stick your nose into their business if they have the ill-fortune of wandering into your kingdom.

Instead of trying to ditch the fatty smiling cleric, I'd instead like to ask him about the enlightenment values he rejects possibily saving his possibly previously overweight arse from having electrodes attached to it. How does he feel given that it was the influence of the Islamic world, its advances in Mathematics and examination of classical philosophy that directly led to our renaissance? I would suggest to Qatada that the fact that we're so tolerant of adultary and so disgustingly homophilic is directly connected to our continuing innovation in technology and culture. It puts me in mind of the 'Needham Question' in history that asks why the west rather than China with its longer history of  stable civilisation, experienced the Industrial revolution first. One of those reasons is likely to be that exchange between the peoples living under the two Abrahamic religions, the upstart children of the bookwise, cranky Judaism and the Grandsons of Zoroastrianism-the original old man of the mountains. Anyway the Needham Question is stupid and irrelevant. Does China care that it didn't get to industrialisation first? It's not like we've been able to stop them using these breakthroughs and they might just end up owning us because of them. Nice going, Qatada! This is your doing.

The title of this post is course a reference to the breaking news( !) that Fabio Capello has quit as England manager. This whole affair has been a complete disgrace but I'll leave you to speculate on what aspects of it have so infuriated me. ~I will miss his odd face, though.

Hopefully this post will be gradually improved for spelling, Grammar and content or maybe I'll just give up and dump it on the net like I've been doing with these- some recordings from the John Peel Radio 1 show  in the early 90s.


The accompanying  pic  this week is The Feast of the Gods by Max Ernst. Glad I never saw that as a kid, there's some great nightmare material there. Nowadays the nightmares are from reality. Massacres in Syria again today. Footage of children's bodies this time. Fuckers. Feast of the Gods, eh? Cammers posturing over the Falklands? WTF? Imagine how much more we'd gain as a nation by being as friendly as possible with Brazil and Argentina. Possibly more than any mineral extraction in the long haul, though you never know. Either way.....They're not going to mess with the Penguins, people! If they do - nuke the fuckers!


 In the storm and the strife there's a moment's clarity
When the quivering fraility now has all but fled from me

Quote there from closing link which is a pleasant little ditty but wouldn't let me embed for some reason. It's those Deadly Snakes.

19/2/12 - I just heard that the EDL are marching through Hyde on Saturday concentrating on the area round ASDA and the Mosque, the fuckers. That's not far from here. Maybe they are coming to get me. Seriously though RAC comrades, maybe this is our Cable Street. Chances are they'll be more counter-demonstators anyway and even more journalists and citizen-journalist scumbags.