INVADERS -

will, eventually always be repulsed or integrated, but, be the inferior race.

Basil Bush and Antonio have quite obviously never studied history.

The Nazis invaded Europe, the yanks Vietnam, Iraq, Grenada etc. , John Bull - India and countless other territories.

Their legacy - blood, not only of insurgents/ terrorists/ freedom fighters but of children and the aged. But they also loose - you can't invade another persons country - they love their soil and you spit it out.

May they rot in their own hell - whichever God they worship - he/she will NEVER forgive them.

Gordon

Minds and Landscape scarred forever!

Drakewalls Mine 1938(Source 8 below)
Drakewalls
Worked from: 11th Century to 1905 (also 1909-10), with periods of closure.
Producing: Mainly tin, also some copper, wolfram, arsenic, molybdenum, lead, & silver, originally from a long "gunnis" or open cutting.
Ownership:
1847 - Company Chairman, Percival Norton Johnson (also with interests in Johnson Matthey)1860 Drakewalls Mining Co.1877 Drakewalls Mining Co.1878-1882 Drakewalls Tin & Copper Mining Co.1883 Drakewalls United Tin & Copper Mining Co 1884-1890 Drakewalls Tin & Copper Mining Co.1891-1898 Drakewalls Mining Co.Ltd.1897-98 In Liquidation1901 John Taylor & Sons 1902-1904 Drakewalls Ltd.1906-1913 British Mining & Metal Co.Ltd.
Other Associated Names:
1859-1871 Gregory, Thomas Manager1872-1877 Skewis, William Manager1878-1881 Bawden, Moses Arthur Manager1883 - Bawden, Moses Manager1892-1898 Bawden, Moses Manager
1859-1862 Betteley, E. Secretary1863-1869 Clogg, Richard Secretary1870-1871 Richard Clogg & Son Secretary1872-1890 Bawden, Moses Arthur Secretary1891-1898 Lavington, W.J. Secretary
1859 Andrews, J. Chief Agent1860-1865 Hosking, James Chief Agent1867-1868 Gregory, Thomas Chief Agent1869-1871 Hosking, James Chief Agent1870-1873 Coath, R.P. Chief Agent1873-1876 Dunstan, Edward Chief Agent1879-1881 Dunstan, Edward Chief Agent1889-1892 Rodda, H. Chief Agent1893 Hosking, James Chief Agent1894-1898 Bawden, Moses Arthur Chief Agent1904 Hooper, J. Chief Agent1906-1913 Heap, J.H. Chief Agent
1889 - 1892 Rodda, Henry Mine Captain
Notes:
1844 The first use of a method for separating wolfram from tin, devised by Dr. Robert Oxland.
1850 A summer storm sent hailstones of up to 10cm in circumference smashing through the windows of the engine houses. The accompanying rain washed enough sand and earth underground to hamper mining for some time.
1859 The mine employed 398 people. William Francis Tucker (15) was killed at the mine, buried 20 March.
1860s The management refused to employ members of a newly-formed Union, resulting in a strike It is reported that a strike-breaker was 'trussed to a pole and paraded amongst the jeering population of Gunnislake'. The imprisonment of the people responsible led to employee unrest and management lock-outs in some neighbouring mines, quelled by the use of troops and the employment of miners from other areas.
1861 The mine employed 350 people.
1869 Thomas Gerry, of Calstock, and John Adams, of Metherell, were killed in accidents at the mine.
Circa. 1870 Surface workers earned 15/- per week and underground workers slightly more, on a piece-work system.
1884 70 men were employed underground and 60 at the surface.
1889 - 5 February. Henry Davis, John (Jack) Tucker, John Rule and William Bant went underground at 7a.m. as usual. They were preparing to allow sand to run into a previously-worked area. Rule (described as a "competent person besides being a careful steady man") and Bant went to release the sand, whilst Tucker and Davis stayed to tell them when to stop. After a few minutes of running, the sand suddenly started falling too fast, to the accompaniment of a loud roar. Tucker and Davis, covered in sand, struggled out of the shaft, but Bant and Rule remained - entombed.
Despite efforts to release them, they remained there for 2 nights until the arrival of H.M. Inspector of Mines (Archibald E. Pinching) on the 7 February. At that stage a second major rescue plan was underway led by Thomas Chapman, the 'pitman', using details of the mine workings supplied by William Smale, an elderly timber man ("who, unfortunately, was exceedingly deaf") and Richard Collings, a young man who had moved recently to another mine.
Working in groups of three, the miners used small blasts of dynamite to excavate a channel down to the entombed men. Verbal contact with them was made at 10a.m.the following morning and it is stated that "strong men, many of whom had been in rough mining camps in all parts of the world, (were) alternately laughing and crying, like children, with emotion."
Renewed efforts were made, led by Moses Bawden (the purser), Captain Richards (the agent) and Albert Pinching, the Inspector. A small hole was finally blasted through to the men at 9 p.m. and refreshments were lowered the 18 fathoms down. After enlargement of the hole, Tom Chapman was lowered down and effected the rescue. Bant and Rule were fed "soup, beef tea &c." and the mine was cleared of all men by midnight.
The mine agent was censured for not reporting the matter to the Inspector immediately. Thomas Chapman's conduct was recommended to be "brought to the attention of the Queen (when) Her Majesty might be inclined to bestow some mark of favour upon such a deserving subject."
It was common at the time for poems to be written to mark such occasions and this rescue was no exception. The original "Rescued Alive" contained fourteen verses, the final seven of which are printed here, with thanks to P.H.G. Richardson.
It is not clear whether William Bant and John Rule were mentally scarred by their ordeal, but one later committed suicide, the other became a local preacher.

To all of you Cousin Jack's out there much more information about your ancestors can be found at www.minebydesign.co.uk/calstock/census/1881.htm for whom I thank for the information above blogged by me!

Ta the noo

RED Gordon

Bellisimo Goivanni

Italian style!

Europe is an imazingly diversified place - succeeding in loving each other and not warring any more.

In the United Kingdom we invent, and create literary persons. In France they invent, they talk and remain proud of their country - but dislike the Us oof A intensley.

But one nation dominates in style design and passion. Of course it is Italy. Now dear, reader I do not care much for the Italian League or some of the facists who are still around.

That aside in Umbria you buy the finest wines by the gallon at filling stations, but if you travel to the south there you will meet people like Giovanni. People who love life and enjoy the blarney (Giovanni is from that region and my father was Irish, via Scotland) and so we have an affinity.

Senoras and Senoritas book an airplane ticket immediately - to London - or preferably Exeter - take the road to Tavistock on a Friday. Sleep well and in the morning go to the Pannier Market on Saturday.

In the left hand corner (Giovanni understands the joke) - see the picture below. You will meet a man who will sell, or give to you the greatest delicasies of his nation. That arrangement above
has style - Giovanni's style. It is a little piece of Italy and God's own country in England.

Rock and Roll Giovani.

And vote for me - Gordon

Chow!

Bellisimo Giovanni 

Look for Part 1 further down the bored!

Part II

You are Visitor Number

Sponsored by www.PureHoodia.com
But Who's Counting?

Visit Kernow - in the winter the beaches are deserted.

Looe today.

Don't vote for list nos 169 or 285.

Candidates are backed by Burning Bush, Rumsfeld's and the CIA's dirty blood money!

Gordon

Terrorists in our midst - Thatcher and Abromovich -

why are they not in prison is it 'cos they are white and christian's? Wake up Noddy!

Gordon

Welcome MI5

Go back into your dive

Protect Harry Hewitt
But please do not bluit.

This racist pig
is high on your rig.

Protect him he's a queer
but miss out an Al Quedia.

I thank you !

P.S. orf and watch this space - ' cos soon all we be revealed .

Follow the drinking Gord
For the old men say it will point your way to freedom
Follow the drinking Gord.

Holocaust day - it is happenning now in Iraq, Rwanda,

and everywhere. But this genius understood more than anyone understood in the 20 th century and WE-- YOU AN ME, AND YOU AND ME, DESTROYED HIM. But he lives - his music will never date and die. Now hear this:-

Phil Ochs: With Us Still
by Susie Davidson
Advocate Correspondent
Twenty-five years ago, on April 9, 1976, after Phil Ochs took his life at the age of 35, New York Congresswoman Bella Abzug called for a commemorative week.
"Phil Ochs’ poetic pronouncements," she read into the Congressional Record, "were part of a larger effort to galvanize his generation into taking action to prevent war, racism, and poverty. He left us a legacy of important songs that continue to be relevant."
A preeminent voice of protest and self-titled "singing journalist" during the Vietnam era, Philip David Ochs was born December 19, 1940 in El Paso, Texas to Jacob and Gertrude Ochs, the second of three children.
Ochs senior was the son of traditionally religious Polish refugees, who met his also-Jewish wife in her native Scotland while he was attending medical school with her brother. The family lived in Jacob’s mother Fanny Ochs’ Kosher home in the Lower East Side while Jacob served in the Army. He was discharged for manic depression, and was relegated to the field of institutional TB care in Far Rockaway, Perrysburgh NY, and, eventually, Columbus, Ohio. Moody and withdrawn, Phil became, under his mother’s encouragement, a superb clarinetist at local conservatories. When he was assaulted for being a "Jew-boy" he fought back, and his attacker became his sole friend.
In 1959 while at Ohio State, Ochs, whose then-heroes were John Wayne, James Dean and Elvis, was introduced to union politics through his roommate Jim Glover’s father. He and Jim formed the group The Sundowners. In a slight that would set the stage, so to speak, for future performance as well as professional discrimination, he was passed over for editor of the student paper because of his political preoccupation. Disgusted, he moved on to Greenwich Village and its folk scene of the early 1960’s, which included rising luminaries such as Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Tom Paxton, Dave Van Ronk and Eric Andersen.
Where Dylan branched off into electronica, Phil continued to hone the craft of topical songwriting. "Before the days of television and mass media," he told Broadside Magazine in 1962, "the folksinger was often a traveling newspaper spreading tales through music. There is an urgent need for Americans to look deeply into themselves and their actions, and musical poetry is perhaps the most effective mirror available. Every newspaper headline is a potential song."
Phil met and married Alice Skinner, with whom he had his only child, Meegan, that year.
Following a performance in the Newport Folk Festival in 1963, he released his first LP, "All the News That’s Fit to Sing", the first of 13 major label releases. Emulating Dylan’s move toward rock and roll and personal songwriting, his efforts never quite took off as well, though then-and-now fans attest to their comparative superiority.
"I Ain’t Marching Anymore," "(Outside of a) Small Circle of Friends," "Changes" and "Crucifixion", among many other Ochs masterpieces, certainly support this claim as they profoundly and exquisitely reflect both the inner and outer times of his life.
Phil was not actively Jewish. However, Jewish themes, in the Ochsian sociopolitical vein, are in his work. In "The Harder They Fall," from Tape From California (1968), he sang:
"Mother Goose is on the loose
Stealing lines from Lenny Bruce
Drinking booze and killing Jews
Gimme my Jews, gimme my booze, gimme my Jews
Six million jingles can't be wrong
From the dragon to the Viet Cong
Fairy tales have come along"
In "Love Me, I’m a Liberal," (Chords of Fame, 1976), he satirized these pseudo-revolutionaries:
"I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal"

Nuff said
Gordon

THE RIGHT (WRONG ) IN THE USA

Don't the arseholes know that there is the rest of the globe out there?

ebay stand guilty and many others - get real this is Holocaust day.

Most of you don't know anything outside of your patch.

Like the CIA and the FBI and the NSA you are ignorant turds who pollute our earth.

Gordon

That's my girl!

Joycelyn - an angel. Cancer - a little problem. Love of the living animals is what's she's about. Mind you she cud be naughty! For instance - what is she holding in her hand?

I'm puffed out.

Me pedometer is stuck on unlucky 13 (miles). I've just run round the garden and it's still on 13.

Cud be curtains tonight!.

Excuse me I have to run down the local for a pint.

Gordon

Phil Ochs

Rehearsals for Retirement
By Phil Ochs
A G D A
The days grow longer for smaller prizes
A G D A
I feel a stranger to all surprises
Bm E A
You can have them I don't want them
C#m D
I wear a different kind of garment
F#m E
In my rehearsals for retirement
The lights are cold again they dance below me
I turn to old friends they do not know me
All but the beggar he remembers
I put a penny down for payment
In my rehearsals for retirement
D A - A7
Had I known the end would end in laughter
F#m E
I tell my daughter it doesn't matter
The stage is tainted with empty voices
The ladies painted they have no choices
I take my colors from the stable
They lie in tatters by the tournament
In my rehearsals for retirement
Where are the armies who killed a country
And turned a strong man into a baby
No comes the rabble they are welcome
I wait in anger and amusement
In my rehearsals for retirement
Had I known the end would end in laughter
Still I tell my daughter that it doesn't matter
Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy
Are you still owin' me love, though you failed me
But one last gesture for her pleasure
I'll paint your memory on the monument
In my rehearsals for retirement

Thanks to Trent.

In my opinion this was Phil's saddest and most beautiful melodic song. I do not exaggerate, dear reader, when I say that this man was the greatest songwriter of the 20th century.

Michael Jackson

Humm I'm being censored again.

This serial child abuser will be found NOT GULTY by an American public who are in denial.

This immoral and ammorol person, has, unfortunately only one thing in common with me. He and I wear a fedora.

For the first time in my life I have had a t-shirt printed. It is black on white. Below a picture of a fedora it says, "I am not Michael Jackson"

Nuff said

Gordon

Adsense

Might be here or not!
Gordon

I'll do it DREKLY!

When a man of Kernow says that phrase relax.

He may be round in the morning or in four years time.

But his word is his bond.

Gordon

The finest piece of literature ever written on footie J.B. Priestly 

Bob's Tail!

Bob, the village estate agent, once arranged a viewing at a nice house in Lifton. Now the house had been vacated by the previous owner and Bob had the keys. But there was a problem.
If Bob did not switch off the alarm system within 30 seconds it automatically rang the police to say that their was an intruder in the premises.

So Bob rushes from his car, opens the door and switches off the alarm. A few seconds later the nervous client arrived and says, "Bob a car was careering down the middle of the road and I had to swerve up onto the grassy verge to avoid it." "Who was driving", says Bob. "No- one" says the client.

Bob dashes outside only to see HIS car rolling down the road. He was really, really worried 'cos there were children playing, in the road, in the distance. He rushes after the car but its going too fast for him to catch it. Suddenly the car takes a left and smacks into an Austin Cambridge parked outside a cottage.

Bob , breathless and ashamed arrives at the scene and surveys the damage the Austin is a write off. He gingerly knocks on the door and a middle aged man opens it and Bob asks if he van come in. "Of course" says the man, who was quite large and Bob thought - if he hits me I'm in trouble.

I'm so sorry", he says "Silly old fool I left my handbrake off and my car has smashed into yours and its a wreck". The couple fall about laughing and Bob says, "No this isn'a joke I'm perfectly serious -the rear end has been lifted orf the chassy". They collapse to the floor with laughing. Bob patiently waits for them to stop their frolics! They finally recover themselves .

The wife says to Bob, "It was parked outside waiting for the breaker to come and tow it away. We were worried to death 'cos we couldn't afford a new car. Now your insurance company will buy a brand new model for us". Bob collapses to the ground in laughter. He lost his no-claims for five years but has been dining out on the yarn for years.

And by the way every time they pass Bob in their new limo they too, toot, toot and wave to him, just like children.

Every credit Bob.

Gordon

J.W.M. Turner rested here in 1813.

There were no wires when J.W.M.T slept here.

Wake up Google - Wake up Yanks

You have no'
taken over the world yet!

In your strange language - you who bow too technology ( English joke - Ne Comprendo!) -

9/11 is the ninth of Novenber in the rest of the world. Get real - learn proper English!

Gordon

Humm - this is getting interesting - an enigma -

iF I don't mention the dreaded words re. the security ***** ******* it gets posted.
If I do it gets supressed.
This story will be continued tomorrow, dear readers!
Night the noo
Gordon..

And I live here http://oxfam.org.uk

MY friend in Barbados told me about this.

War Bob MarleyAlan Cole and Carlton Barrett
"It's not music right now, we're dealing with a message. Right now the music not important, we're dealing with a message. Rastaman Vibration is more like a dub kinda album and it's come without tampering y'know. Like 'War' or 'Rat Race', the music don't take you away, it's more to listen to." Bob Marley, June 1976

Bright souls often burn but briefly. So it was with Bob Marley. This compilation is a testament to a spirit that the world never tamed or conquered, to a man who rose from the humblest of origins to become a champion for the downpressed everywhere. Containing powerful anthems of defiance and rebellion,this collection illuminates the struggle against injustice which came to dominate Bob Marley's life and work. Never animated by hatred or revenge, this rebel music shows an unshakable commitment to life and its glories,which are the right of all, no matter what the circumstances of their birth.
With this song, Bob sets to music the speech presented to the United Nations by H.I.M Haile Selassie.Lyrics:
Until the philosophy which holds one raceSuperior and another inferiorIs finally and permanently discredited and abandonedEverywhere is war, me say war
That until there is no longer first classAnd second class citizens of any nationUntil the colour of a man's skinIs of no more significance than the colour of his eyesMe say war
That until the basic human rights are equally Guaranteed to all, without regard to raceDis a war
That until that dayThe dream of lasting peace, world citizenshipRule of international moralityWill remain in but a fleeting illusionTo be pursued, but never attainedNow everywhere is war, war
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimesThat hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,South Africa sub-human bondageHave been toppled, utterly destroyedWell, everywhere is war, me say war
War in the east, war in the westWar up north, war down southWar, war, rumours of war
And until that day, the African continent Will not know peace, we Africans will fightWe find it necessary and we know we shall winAs we are confident in the victory
Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evilGood over evil, good over evil, good over evil

Gordon
P. S. Blogspots editor software is crude to say the least - but may their God's Whoever thay are bring them peace.

Strange - looks like the CIA, GCHQ, Abromovich -

the FBI or Murdoch are trying to suppress my blogs with virus attacks.
Two suppressed already today.
Never mind they (my posts will return) 'cos I am cleverer than their hackers.

Gordon

WE are at the bottom of the league of anal retention nations!

Apparently when Tory Blur went to Libya, to mend fences with a terrorist - 'cos we need his oil - he was a little disconcerted in Gaddaffy's tent. No you Michael Jackson fans, he did not ask him into his bed but -

Throughout the meeting Gadaffy farted continuosly and the public schoolboy smelt the smell of old Camels!

Cleared his nose but not his mind!

Rock and Roll

Gordon

Buffy St. Marie

UNIVERSAL SOLDIERBuffy Sainte-Marie© Caleb Music-ASCAP
I wrote "Universal Soldier" in the basement of The Purple Onion coffee house in Toronto in the early sixties. It's about individual responsibility for war and how the old feudal thinking kills us all. Donovan had a hit with it in 1965.
He's five feet two and he's six feet four.He fights with missiles and with spears.He's all of 31 and he's only 17He's been a soldier for a thousand years.He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an athiest, a Jain,a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew and he knows he shouldn't kill and he knows he always will kill you for me my friend and me for you.And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France,he's fighting for the USA,and he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan, and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.And he's fighting for Democracyand fighting for the Reds.He says it's for the peace of all.He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die and he never sees the writing on the walls,But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at DachauWithout him Caesar would have stood alone.He's the one who gives his body as a weapon to a war and without him all this killing can't go on.He's the universal soldier and he really is to blameHis orders come from far away no more.They come from him, and you, and me and brothers can't you seethis is not the way we put an end to war.

Excuse errors - edited by me. Blogspot's editor needs some education.

The boy will learn.

Nuff said

Gordon

Gordon

Aha - GCHQ have finally caught up with me!

Late as usual. But it's a great compliment to me.

Try and break my ciphers.

You never will.

Cousin Jack

Archie!

Is laying some cobbles for me.

Rang him up today and said the Lucie had some ideas re. the design

"Christ", says Archie - " Women with ideas are very dangerous - I'll give it a miss."

Ta the noo
Gordon

Exeter - a far better football club than Manure. Photo by Mark Bailey - Every credit! 

Penalty ref! Not given - Gunny was robbed. 

It is Holocaust week but we are all culpable!

As Pastor Neimer said in the quote that I listed in a previous post.

Man is the most despicable animal ever to have existed on this earth. He kills, rapes, pillages and plunders. The British, the Japanes and most countries committed these crimes.

The Americans and the Australians were guilty of genocide against the Native Americans and the Aboriginals respectively.

Have you never cast a stone, dear reader, because I have?

Nuff said

Gordon

Slavs Music and Mathematics.

When I was a spy - the nation we most feared were the Chzeks -or something like that - Martine you beauty - Where you too? More about that lovely lady another day. But the cryptographers at GCHQ feared the Czech cryptograpers 'cos they were cleverer than them and they could not break their codes.

Blimey Orwell, and his likes, had proof readers. There is no such potection here!.

Don't go to Prague spoil it all for me!

Watch this space and see Martine - she is lovely and a credit to our small village earth!

Oh the Header- the slavs have this amazing capacity to be great mathematicians and great musicians and I can see the link, can you?

Night nighty

Gord

The moguls and their evil empires are doomed.

Real democraccy is taking hold of our world. The free channels on television and radio and blogspot mean that the Trump's (how obscene that wedding was in the face of the starvation and poverty that exist in the world), Murdoch's, Gate's Abromoviche's and Burning Bush will soon be bankrupt. They are bound for hell in their afterlives anyway.

Gordon

P.S. Keep giving go to http://oxfam.org.uk

PHIL OCHS

All Quiet On The Western Front
By Phil Ochs
The ?? are ??
??
hear so much news
?? follow ??
the freeways ?? used
It's all quiet on the western front
The murdering missiles
they want to fly
While thousands of people
are ready to die
It's ever so lonely
to live the lie
And it's all quiet on the western front
I guess I'll join the National Liberation Front
The boys on the bases
They flay at the ball
The stock market crashes
The stock market falls
And the high school principal
is led to the wall
And it's all quiet on the western front
The civilized nations
abide by the code
They learn from the victors
to do what they're told
Even Israel's marching
down Germany's road
And it's all quiet on the western front
I think I'll join the National Liberation Front
The war babies try to crawl
back to the womb
Assassins and astronauts
race to the moon
And Eisenhower lies like a saint
in his tomb
And it's all quiet on the western front
I sit on my back porch
I sing on my song
I wait for the earthquake
to come with the dawn
If there was a God
wouldn't take him so long
And it's all quiet on the western front
I guess I'll join the American Liberation Front

Thanks to Trent.

Nuff said

Holocaust week.

First they came for the Jews,
And I did not protest.

Then they came for the Gypsies,
And I did not protest.

Then thay came for the Trade Unionists,
And I did not protest.

Then they came for me,
And it was too late to Protest.

Pastor Neimar.

I hope you now have your peace in whichever heavan your in.

David

Joseph William Mallard Turner stayed here in 1813.

Joseph William Mallard Turner stayed here.

The Bush Inn, Morwestowe.

When I was a spy at GCHQ Bude we were a few miles away from one of Kenow's remotest, quitest and unspoilt villages. So please don't go there, dear readers.

It was about 1978 when I first visited - a lunchtime break in the great British tradition of going down the pub for lunch. Which in fact was an excuse to slip a couple of pints down your neck.

Anyway in those days it was run by Beryl and Jim, God bless them - although Jim wasn't to keen on the Americans that we used to take with us. A bit too load and mouthy for him!

At lunchtimes the menu choice was stew or stew. I believe that this pot of stew was permamently on the boil and that Beryl would occasionally throw in a rat, a lamb, a cabbage and a carrott as she passed to keep the pot boiling.

Opposite the pub, on the far corner of the green stood Morwenstowe Church where the Reverand Hawker once reigned - bit of a lad he was - but more of that another day. In his spare time he wrote Kernow's national anthem "Trelawneys Men".

In the summer you entered the village through miles and miles of wild foxgloves nodding their beautiful pink and white heads invitingly towards you, as if to say, "Welcome to Summer" -
which incidentally is arriving early this year.

Gweles yw krysi

Gordon

Jeff Lynne

One of the greatest record producers of all time ELO, George Harrison, The Travelling Wiburys,
Tom Petty etc.

And there is another thing the man knows all about - he supports the greatest football side in the world.


re: Jeff Lynne - Is he a Blues supporter? ...
Yes. And a pal of TF. And before that Ray Martin!! Often used to see him wrapped in a sheepskin entering the main stand. Not seen him for donkeys (years - not skins) though.

Thanks to bluecrony for the above.

These kind of crazy comments can be found at http://www.birminghamcity-mad.co.uk

Cheers
Gordon

Phil Ochs

Pretty Smart On My Part
By Phil Ochs
E
I can see him coming
He's walking down the highway
With his big boots on
And his big thumb out
A
He wants to get me
He wants to hurt me
E/A/B A E
He wants bring me down
C#m
But Sometime later when I'm feel a little straighter
I will come across a stranger
Who'll remind me of the danger
A - B E
And then I'll run him over
A E
Pretty smart on my part
D A - E
Find my way home in the dark
I can see her coming
sure looks pretty
her breasts are bold
and her mouth is large
she wants to get me
she wants to hurt me
she wants to bring me down
But sometime later when I feel a little naked
I'll lead her to altar
Then I'll tie her all in leather
Then I'm gonna whip her
Pretty smart on my part
Find my way home in the dark
I can see him coming
he's walking through bedroom
with a switchblade knife
He's looking at my wife
he wants to get me
he wants to hurt me
he wants to bring me down
But sometime later when I feel a little braver
I'll go hunting with my rifle
where the wild geese are flying
then I'm gonna bag one
Pretty smart on my part
Find my way home in the dark
I can see them coming
they're training in the mountains
and they talk chinese
and they spread disease
They want to get me
They want to hurt me
They want bring me down
But sometime later when I feel a little safer
We'll assasinate the president
And take over the government
And then we're going to fry them
Pretty smart on my part
Find my way home in the dark

Thanks to Trent.

One of my New Zealand relations - apparently!

The Land Registry

This seemingly benign and non-political organisation is, in fact, exactly the opposite.
For instance, under it's current Chief Executive, in it's annual report a few years back it quoted a Peruvian minister as saying - and I paraphrase here, "The safe registration of the ownership of land is the basis on which all commercial activity in a state can be conducted". Karl Marx and several billions around the world would say that that is an intensely political statement from a supposedly unbiased Civil Service department.

Now to the point, dear readers a few years ago, I was one of a contract project team appointed to purchase new accounting software for The Land Registry. I took an instant dislike to the Project Manager 'cos of his arrogance, his tendency to slip out of important meetings to go see his kids play Rugby, and his penchant for breaking the Civil Service rules - such as "Whilst being in contract negotiaons you will not accept gifts or free meals etc. etc.". Which he did all the time.

There was no such thing as democracy, or the team voting for whom they considered to be the right supplier - he had decided that the company would be from Delphic origins. One young female member of the team had the temerity to e-mail, his highness, with a few pertinent questions. Back came a deeply offensive and sexist e-mail (I will spare your blushes) that included the comment that now the monkey had raised her tail and bared ----.

This nice young person was off with stress for months.

Then surprise, surprise, the Director of Personnel - Ted Coverup wrote to all of the recipients of the e-mail, in a signed letter, which I still have saying that if we were ever to reveal the contents of the said letter we would face disciplinary action.
But you know now how senior Civil Servants work and the hand picked bent judges that produce reports that whitewash the guilty.

Have no fear I am Gordon - these slumbering cuckolds will soon face disciplinary action themselves. And H.M. Treasury will tell them to divert the millions of pounds that they are making to us to use on social justice instead of wasting it on carp computers, which don't work, and selling their souls to Private Companies in the interests of cost efficiency. They must think I'm barmy.
Gordon

Yellowstone National Park - we're all doomed!

A scientest on my favourite radio station The BBC's 5 Live let slip something today that I have not heard before.

It is public that one of the Canary Islands will split and spill into the sea within forty years creating, tragically another massive Sunami.

But apparently there will be, some day, a massive volcanic explosion in Yellowstone Nationa Park that will destroy the USA and the dust cloud created will destroy the rest of the world.

Re. the present disaster please give permanantly by taking out a monthly standing order with http://www.oxfam.org.uk . One pound a month will provide a water pump and buckets to provide drinking water to thousands and thousands of people each year.

Nuff said
Gordon

The George Cross

I will shortly be selling one of these medals on ebay for a friend of mine. It is very beatiful but it comes with strings.

It is the third one ever awarded to a British Army Officer. It was awarded to OFFICERS ONLY during the first world war. Why? If the platoon refused to go over the top, to near certain death, then they were all executed on the spot for disobeying orders. How therefore did the powers on high provide an incentive for officers to go over the top with their men. Ah - you awarded them the George Cross.
Stinks doesn' it? Yet another reason to be ashamed of being British.

Disgusted of the Highlands
Gordon

Buy it now if you can - Credit to someone! 

Ashamed to be a citizen of the United Kingdom.

It would appear that Blair, Abromovich and several other Russian crooks have conspired together to rip off the poorer Soviet people in order to make thier fortune from Russia's oil. And by the way Putin is also a partner in this conspiracy.
Next time you see that cheesy grin from Blur or Abromoviche's humble smile at The Pensioners - remember - it is the P.R. image of guilty men.

Vote for decency - vote Gordon!

Photo by Mark Bailey - Every credit!

Thatcher - a criminal and a terrorist - why hasn't he been charged?

Sir Mark Thatcher, it was exclusively revealed, on Channel 4 last night was one of the chief architects, conspiritors and plotters involved in the attempt to commit a terrorist act in the oil rich African country - EQUATORIAL GUINEA.

Even the evil American government won't allow him in 'cos he now has a criminal record. Poor old Mark his plea bargaining deal was arranged 'cos he wanted to be with his family in the States. Reminds me of a certain former Birmingham City F.C. player - however the footballer is not a terrorist and Thatcher is.

In this country since 11/9 we have had a rash of anti-human rights legislation that is suppossed to protect us from terrorists like Thatcher. So come on jug ears Rooney/Clarke get your fingers out and put him in the dock.

Or could the fact that the terrorist coup was plotted by the former Nazi Spanish prime minister with the approval of Bush and Blair have something to do with it? After all these three were/are determined to grab the world's oil resources and plotted the ill fated invasion of Iraq for that purpose.
Arrest him and charge him.

Gordon

Blimey - Phil is mega - get this!

Dear reader, why must you die to be a legend - cannot we recognise genius in our lifetime or are we too envious, or too blind to see it and praise the moment?. It's a mystery to me.

PHIL OCHS
Farewells and Fantasies
Elektra Traditions via Rhino Records
I am never one to pass up an opportunity to sing the praises of songwriter and musical journalist Phil Ochs. His ability top piss off absolutely everyone around him is legend, and this collection is a perfect expose of the insightful, complicated, witty, cynical and sometimes baffling mind that created some of the most beautiful love songs ever written, and some of the cruelest commentaries ever put on paper and vinyl. While his contemporaries were writing "protest" songs or singing irrelevant "folk" songs from the past, Ochs was deriding not only the government and its activities, but just as often was commenting on the stupidity of the "left" of the 60s that seemed to have ossified. In his view, American media (and often, Americans) had become the embodiment of an apocalyptic vision that seemed to gnaw at Ochs as his songs depicted brutality at home and abroad, personal and political.
While the world was pigeonholing folk singers into a corner occupied by Peter, Paul and Mary and Bob Dylan, Phil was plugging in and tuning out, doing Bo Diddley riffs and cheesy country as he portrayed his America in both affectionate, funny and miserable ways. This 3 CD set covers his days at Elektra and A&M Records, with a smattering of live material, out takes and unreleased oddities, but it is in some of those well-known classics that Ochs still strikes the hardest, from the bittersweet "Flower Lady," through the hopeful "Power and Glory" and into the dark "Crucifixion" and the acerbic "Love Me I'm A Liberal." Ochs suffered terribly, and one could easily argue that by the time he got to Gunfight At Carnegie Hall and tunes like "Gas Station Women" he had lost his way. But even in the darkest times, he was an astute observer of his times, and even more importantly, something of a seer, who foresaw the end of the American century earlier than most. Perhaps its his optimism that eventually killed him, because try as he might, he couldn't sustain it in the face of what he saw on the streets, on the TV and even in his musical cohorts. Spend three hours with these recordings and you will suffer some of the same confusion. - Cliff Furnald

Quiz time - easy one!

Guess who?

Duck Joke II

Two hunter's out in Carolina duck shooting.

Suddenly one of them keels over and falls to the floor with a groan.

The other hunter gets on his phone to the emergency services and says, "Help I think my friend has had a heart attack and is dead - what do I do".

The operator asks him to remain calm and says, "First of all we have to make sure that he's dead.".

There is a long silence and then a bang..

The hunter says, "He's definitely dead. What do I do now?"

Teheheh - you see Gordon does have a sense of humour.

Vote for Gordon Box Brownie Clever
Awa' the noo.

Hard Case!

Condaleeza like Mona Liza -

you're just a sad and lonely lovely piece of art. With attitude.

Today was your day but tomorrow will be mine. But the diff. is I'm working for the man and your working for the devil.

No regrets
Gordon

Hello New Zealand

On my beautiful wife's side of the family we have relations there.
My daughter is about to embark an a world tour and will be there for about four weeks shortly.
She already has some address'es and may knock on your door in May.
Any Boon's or Walker's out there? If so pse comment.
David

Dartmoor today. 

As promised - more dirt on my agent SPEKS

Used to ride around on a Francis Barnett (most of the MI5 lot are like that).

Once whilst, in East Berlin lost his way, and finished up in a strip joint (there's a surprise!)
Helped to knock down the Berlin wall and frequenly made undercover trips to East Berlin whn it was part of The Democratic Republic of Germany.

But, under my guidance, the boy is improving and has now been posted to the USA to report on Bush and his communist cronies.

I thank you
Gordon

Rice with egg all over her face!

The soon to be US of A, Secretary of State faced a few embarrassing questions today
at her hearing. One thing the learned Doctor and her ilk (Bush, Blair Rumsfeld and the neo cons the world over) have in common is their arrogance and their inability to apologise for mistakes.
In Iraq most of the people are saying, right now that they were better off under Saddam the Evil than the torturing, abusing , western infidels that now occupy their country - which will shortly be a tortured mess of civil war and strife and all of the horror that it brings.
Why are the international courts of human rights and war crimes so slow to act against these people 'cos they are in the same camp, and paid, by Conde and her like to be corrupt and hypocritical.
Their God will be their judge.

Angry Gordon

Phil Ochs

When In Rome
By Phil Ochs

A
In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten

I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
D
The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
A
With ecstasy.
F#m
Im child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
Bm
Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit
E7
I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit
D A
Jealously.
C#7 F#m
All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
C#7 F#m
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in shreds
C#7 B
And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead
E A
But I'd never curse their names
E A
Oh, who am I to blame
E A
I know I'd do the same
B
Endlessly.
C#m
And all the high-born ladies
F#m
So lovely and so true,
B
Have been handed to the soldiers
E
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

Frail and afraid in the mists of the morning
The snakes and the spiders were sadly performing
The bark of the dogs kept up the warning
Inside the wood.
Sweating and swearing I crawled from the manger
The highway appeared to take me from danger
Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger?
Oh I wish you could.
Then someone replied "would you like a ride?"
"Come in" he said.
We drove for a while, he gave me a smile and a piece of bread
The hammer was hard in the chrome of the car as I cracked his head
Then we took off in a spin
Oh I smashed his skull again
Oh thank you my good friend,
I feel so good.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

Late in the evening I came to the city
I fell to the sidewalks sighing for pity
A diamond was dropped from the hands of the pretty
To be so kind.
Cowards and corpses were busy competing
The rhymes of the riots were busy repeating
I raced to the corner and sped(?) from the speeding
To save my mind.
Latches and locks, companies of cops ran from the rain
There was silk in the stores for the whims of the whores
That shone with shame.
I asked for a light from a priest in the night
Then I fanned the flames.
And the traffic all stood still
To see if someone had been killed
I was glad to leave a thrill
So far behind.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

A monk and his mother were dancing so dandy
A topless nun was handing out candy
The beautiful bishop broke out the brandy
The kiss we crave.
They stuttered and stammered, would I feel like staying
We fell to our knees, feverishly praying
the salt in the salt-peter seemed to be saying
Be brave, be brave.
I reached reached for a robe, I preached and I probed
And I taught the tune.
And the greed for the guilt was played to the hilt
As I promised doom
I toyed with their fears, until coins and tears filled the room
Then I took off down the road
Laughing madly like a toad
God bless every soulless soul
That would be saved.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

A chorus of children were passing the hours
I joined in their fun and gave them my flowers
Covered with kisses and showered with showers
That they repaid.
Taken and trusting, would I be their teacher?
She looked so appealing, I wanted to touch her
Just out of reach, unable to reach her
Their hands were raised.
Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class
They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass
The room was adjourned, the lessons were learned,
I turned on the gas
And I watched them make their pleas
They passed the test with ease
I gave them their degrees,
They made the grade.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

Feeling my weakness, a coward for company
I joined the ranks of the hot and hungry
To teach what it means to have love for your country
We marched away.
We lowered our lives for the lines of a border
We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters
We followed our fantasies, following orders
It was child's play.
After the war the bullets were bored so we capped the game
With cynical smiles we put them on trial to place the blame
Now what kind of beast would love such a feast
Have you no shame?
So we hung the by the feet
Oh, we shot them in the street
Oh, the victory was sweet
on victory day.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

The bread and the circuses came to be nearing
The Saviour or somebody must be appearing
Pagans and pageants were all disappearing
Inside my head.
The stones on the statues were staring and stalling
Caesar and Cassius were cursing and calling
The empire had risen and now it was falling
Or so it seemed.
The crown and the cross seemed empty and lost in dark despair
And luminous lies, death in disguise were everywhere
The canvas was cold, the story was old, I said my prayers
Then I crowned him on the head
Oh, I blessed him as he bled
Oh At last, the king is dead
God save the queen.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

Now nothing remained for building or burning
The losing of lovers was all I was learning
A time for escape and a time for returning had come to me
Back through the ashes and back through the embers
Back through the roads and the ruins I remembered
My hands at my side I sadly surrendered
Do as you please.
The hero was home, proven and grown, I fell on the floor
Mad with romance they started to dance, their star was born
I bled like the rain, exploded in pain, then I screamed for more
Oh, make me feel sublime
Release me from my mind
Oh, Kill me one more time
And set me free.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.


Thanks Trent for you wonderful archive of Phils' lyrics.

Nuff said

Gordon

Dirty Dick's

When I was a boy in Wiltshire on a Sunday lunchtime, my father would send me to the Bridge Inn at Wootton Bassett for his two pints, to be carefully served into two old Tizer bottles, by Dick - to have with his Sunday dinner.
Ten years old - and no prohibition or limitation on a 10 year old getting in a few pints - for which I was rewarded with a bag of Smith's crisps.
Used to skip back home to enjoy my crisps, whilst dad would mutter about the quality of Usher's ales .
Happy times.

Gordon

Tomorrow more on my man in MI5 - special agent Speks.