Imagine, if you will, an idyllic English childhood, growing up in the 60s and 70s, in a village with a nice little church, and four adorable children, going to church every Sunday, and the vicar, an old man, with a gentle disposition, he never wore those flashy robes with vibrant green and an eagle on the back – no, he wore a white frock, with a black and red scarf thing, and a bible in hand, should the need arise. 

Sometimes there would be a garden party at the vicarage, one of the biggest houses in the village, at the top of the hill overlooking the whole of creation below – polite society could gather to drink tea and eat scones, Mrs Vicar, was portly lady with a large bosom over which she would display her strings of pearls, one imagined there was mostly taffeta paper underneath, and some sort of wadding? Surely any human flash must be well concealed beneath mummy like layers of decency.

No one in church could sing other than Uncle Bob, and Fred Jones, they were both tenors, and played off against each other during the more bombastic hymns! OMG< that was fun!

Uncle Bob wasn’t actually an uncle, we just called him that – he looked just like Eric Morecambe out of Morecambe and Wise – and just like Eric, he never seemed to have a straight face. 

The object of this lifestyle is to be a Christian, through and through & to the core – no need for an inner life and an outer facade, slice one of these down the middle, you will find no sin, just good stuff, blessed by God himself. 

Of course this never works out, you wind up with a bunch of Gestapo like lunatic purists, v’s looney lefty sophisticato’s. 

Of course none of this stood up to the ever changing times as I grew up, I became obsessed with self pleasure, of a most depraved and vile kind – in short, readers, I just no longer fitted in. But it was fun while it lasted!

Anyhow, on another point of interest I was thinking about during this week:

About a year ago, my location for work was moved from one site to another. I’m still not settled in, because I work in a locked room, (the other place was a locked room too – I count money), but I saw more people, because I was part of a team, but now I work entirely alone, it’s just the way it worked out, this guy (my then boss) did it to save money, so anyhow, I was just thinking how this last year has been and how I haven’t settled in and so on. I’m not unhappy, because I’m pretty anti social anyway, but it just occurred to me how little I changed since I was a child of about 5, I don’t mix, I don’t care, I sulk, and I like it 🙂  

You know how when a child is moved from one school to another, the adults all say oh I hope he settles in ok, or a month or two later, they’ll say oh dear, he’s very sensitive isn’t he? Well I’m like that! I haven’t settled in to my new workplace, and I’m 56! Oh dear!

I haven’t had time nor energy to write these up properly, due to circumstances and so forth, I had the idea to write about my adult / childhood little boy syndrome as regards workplace while at work – but I didn’t have time to note down the ideas till after I finished what I was doing, and it wore down a bit, and wasn’t as good as the original idea, this often happens – always best to write down an idea as it comes out, rather than later on when its become diluted or drifted off into other areas. Same with the fist part about Church.

When I awoke this morning, I was revelling in some quite clean unsullied memories of childhood, but then I got up and had breakfast, and by the time I came to type this story out, it had become somewhat sullied by feelings of resentment and anger and so on which came later in life, as regards religion and my response to it.

At the time of growing up, I was oblivious of anything outside of my own sphere of influence, but then I got friends at school whose idea of fun was hardly going to be tea and cakes at the vicarage, rather more along the lines of letting peoples tyres down and running off laughing, hiding behind walls, then popping up to yell “Get off and milk it!” At passing cyclists – ha,ha, 

The Quo!

Jesus H! What a nightmare, I been having a hard time, been on hols, bike broke down, fixed, other problems, you name it – swings and roundabouts – anyhow, I went on this bike ride and made a video, then I decided to use music by Status Quo – strange choice perhaps, since I don’t actually like them much, but its good music for a biker video, cos its Rockin’ – and thats what I do! 

Anyhow, my Mac is knackered, it can’t handle processing video, I really enjoyed putting it together as it turned out, I got to like and admire the Quo a lot more – back in the old days, they got on my nerves a bit, all their stuff sounded pretty much the same, and they became tiresome.

My first major memory of the Quo, was from 1981, I was working in this scrap yard, hellish place, one of the guys there had been on a trip to see the mighty Quo In London, at that time I was engaged in going to see punk groups in London, and he’d been to see the Quo a year or 10 before, I don’t know, I don’t remember, but I just got the gist of it that he’d had a hell of a good time on that one, and I could believe it – their music is pretty heady – booze, girls, bikes, smokes, train journeys, drunkenness, leather jackets, puking up, more puking, drinking, puking, all that – yeah, its all its cracked up to be!

Anyhow, that never convinced me to become a Quo follower, cos my generation was punk, those guys always smelled of patchouli oil, I always assumed it was to mask the smell of cannabis, I don’t know? Cant imagine!

So, I made my video, but I can’t upload it, I can’t even export it, so I can enjoy it here, but I can’t share it – bugger!

Here’s my track-list, I edited many songs down to snippets, cos I get bored after a verse or 2, but really its not that bad!

Dear John

Move on


Down down

Jam side down

Marguerita time

Burning bridges

Mystery song

Whatever you want 

Something about you 

Sweet Caroline 

Rockin All over the World

I’m not going to put all the videos on, just my favs, the ones I like the most – you can imagine how well this music goes with a video of a motorbike flying along! Burn baby burn!! 

Down Down

This stupid song gets under your skin! I guess you could call it “Mature Quo”

Classic Quo! This is like teenage, but for like 30 years! LOL 

Got to have this one really – they opened Live Aid with this one, and found even more fame – I like the drumming, its so simple, very positive! We need positivity I feel, I think its quite a good thing! 😀

I really like the outro – its bordering on perfect pop! Foot tapping stuff, with the keyboards and drumming – and the guitar solo, very good! My Mac hates the internet as well as doing videos, its ok for drawing, but not if you do it fast, so I shall buy a new one, or maybe a PC, cos I’m fed up with the cost of it, but then I do like nice stuff, so we shall see . . . 😉

A Trip!

Greetings fellow bloggers – I know some of you have been struggling with the new editor, it hasn’t got me yet, as I’m just using the old online one so far, so I’m pretty much out of the loop on that one.

On Saturday, just gone, we went to London for a day trip to see the Aubrey Beardsley exhibition – a rare treat! What a drag its been, everything being closed, and no one able to go anywhere or do anything. This exhibition was due to start the day lockdown began, so it was closed after about 24hours, I thought we’d never get to see it, then they re-scheduled it, so we got tickets and went on a day trip. Here’s some photos I took. Aubrey Beardsley is an English graphic artist (1872-1898) contemporary of Oscar Wilde &co, so the art was a bit decadent at that time, Beardsley was particularly naughty with some of his stuff, considering how long ago and how prim and proper the Victorians were meant to be, they were pushing the boundaries, or perhaps being a bit secret and elitist? Perhaps its a forerunner for modernism? I mean, just kind of larking about a bit, being exclusive, and mocking the more general trends?

Anyhow, here’s one – this is really famous, “The Peacock Skirt”


This one is about Salome – I forget the title, his designs are fantastic!


I liked this one – amazing!


This one is so sweet!


Here’s a naughty one!


He had TB, and died at only 25, so we can forgive him for drawing great big penis’s occasionally? Heh,heh,

Anyhow, after that, we went to this other exhibition, while we were in town, it was about electronic music, so there was all this history of rave and dance house culture and so on. You had to bring along your own headphones, and plug them into all the exhibits to hear the sounds that went with each thing. It was pretty good actually. They had this music thing like this, you’ll have to see it, just scroll forward, and you’ll get the idea – this is someone else’s video, saves me uploading mine 🙂


Here’s my copy! 🙂

Some Songs!

I heard these first 2 songs through adds on Instagram during the week – I thought they were ok – notable, but I don’t know that I’d follow up and buy,  I noted them down then looked them up later, I just thought oh, those 2 are both good! I may look into these artists again at a later date:

Make You Know Love – Don’t Need Heaven

The graphics on this video are amazing!

Katie Gately – Flow


After looking at those, this new song by Roisin Murphy came up o the next song on youtube, fun stuff! She’s a card!

Roisin Murphy – Murphy’s Law


I don’t know why I thought to look this song up, the intro part was going through my head, perhaps a TV ad reminded me of it? I never saw this video before, its so sweet!

George Harriosn. – What is Life?

Down the Pub!

Content Warning – swearing Level 5

So, we went for this walk round a park and garden, and it was very nice and all that, but because of the covid restrictions parts of the garden were closed, and the queues were long if you wanted to do anything, everyone was socially distancing, so on the way out of there I was thinking back to better times, and I thought of something I don’t often think back to. It took me a moment to link the feeling to the place, then it flooded back to me.

When I turned 18, I was old enough to go to the pub and legally buy alcohol, so that soon became a regular habit. The pub had 3 bars, the lounge bar was populated by families, but we weren’t really welcome in there, and the middle bar, or smoking room was for old men, they played dominoes and read the paper, they certainly didn’t want us, then there was the public bar, which was packed with young men, all swearing and getting drunk, and swearing! Did I mention the swearing? All you heard was fucking hell, Jesus, bastards, cunt, wanker this and fucking that! 

I liked the Juke box, Madness were in the charts, and in the air too!

Madness – House of Fun

Looking back, I now suspect that many of the guys weren’t so dedicated to the lifestyle as they made out, I mean, they were doing the swearing part, but not so much the drinking – a lot of guys said they’d had 8 pints, when really they’d only have 3 or 4, I myself was quite competitive, and very often I would drink and drink until I puked! Oh the puking! The vomit that never ended! And yet, as I look back on it now, in these days of covid and I recall the warmth and joy of 30 guys shoulder to shoulder – drinking, swearing, and just being quite moronicly happy!

When you walked down the pub,  it was cold and dark outside, but the pub was all warm and fuzzy, with the light at the windows, and all the guys inside going, oh yeah, the cunt was a fucking blah blah bollocks this and that the fucking bell end etc!

Anyhow, I was just thinking how funny and strange we all were with our fowl grown up language, and the way we all agreed that swearing profusely was the way forward, and it was! It really was! You could go pretty far like that in a night, you could walk in and just start with the swearing, and before long you’d forgot whatever the fuck was on your tiny mind, cos you were drunk, and you were swearing with the other guys down the pub! Baby you arrived, you got it man, you fucking got it! No cunts going to stop you swearing your fucking dumb bastard bollocks off your ball sack! 

Well that was all quite uncalled for, I mean really, I was hardly going to be working on my sensitive side in a place like that. It was the most outrageous place in the village, it was the only outrageous place really.  We sure had some fun.

Every new year, we’d do auld Lang syne across the road, the pub was located on a Y junction, so everyone would pile outside, link up hands and sing, blocking any traffic, then we’d all run into a bunch group & run back out, drunk as a bunch of lunatics! Very convivial, especially if there were no fights! 

Sometimes a female would come in, but then they’d soon realise it wasn’t for them, usually after about 30 seconds or a minute,  I don’t really remember any women coming in or actually making the mistake of buying a drink, it was pretty obviously a bear pit. Some guys brought their girlfriends into the pub, it seemed to me to have the same effect on them that it did on me, it was a fun place, but for every girl there were 10 guys, so God knows their experience can hardly have been the same as ours.

I don’t think we swore so much when the girls were in, swearing wasn’t all that really, just that as I recall, the pub was mostly about swearing & getting hammered! Lol

Every few months the Juke box would be updated with new songs, there were loads of old country songs on there the older guys would put on, as the years went by it seemed to me the new music wasn’t so good as it had been. Perhaps that’s just something to do with growing up and nostalgia, but plundering the older section I found the song Race with the Devil by Gun , I gave that a few spins – seemed to go good with a forth or fifth pint of best slosh!

Gun – Race with the Devil


Back in 1987 I went along to see The Cardiacs at the Marquee in London, I didn’t have much clue what it was going to be like, I think I just had this one song at the time – I was on the look out for anything punky really, and I’d read something about them, and bought this record.

“All of the noise takes me to the outside where there’s all creation, joining in, celebrating happiness and joy all around the world, on land and in the sea!”

Big Ship

Not the same performance, but similar in craziness! I bought their album when it came out, and played it a lot – here’s a track from it.

Is This the Life

Anyhow, years went by, and I went through a load of other stuff, as you do, then one day I went into a record shop about 15 years after, and they had a new album in the shop! Well, I was surprised they were still going – I should have kept more in touch! So I bought it, and it was great – probably better than the earlier stuff – still eccentric as anything, but kind of more mature, but still in a very immature and happy explorative creative vein. This newer album was called “Sing to God” They toured and I went and saw them again around that time, here’s pretty much what we saw that night!

Dirty Boy

That was just insanely good! You felt like you were witnessing something bonkers, but also ordered and incredible – once you saw Cardiacs live, you were likely to go again – amazing!

Shortly after that time, singer Tim Smith suffered a heart attack which ruined his life, he never recovered fully and died just the other day – I’m so disappointed, I would have loved for him to get back to health and his music – I only actually found out tonight. Fuck! What a shit deal. Well clearly he brought a lot of fun and happiness in his allotted time, but I just think its balls. I hope it was a good relief for him at least – I won’t say rest in peace, cos I don’t really dig that idea, he was a great guy! Thanks Tim Smith! You was bloody brilliant! 😀 

Birthday blues!

When I was a kid aged about 9 or 10, I was walking down this street towards a little dark lane, its got high garden fences on either side which it passes between – so its narrow and dark, anyhow, just as I was about to trot through there, this other kid was coming the other way, but it wasn’t just any kid, this guy was blowing a giant bubble gum ballon as he casually passed by! This bubble was so big you could only really see his face when it burst – he seemed to have ultimate control over this bubble, it was truly amazing an propitious moment in life! Well we went on to become friends, and spent a lot of time together over the next years of school, I would say that from that moment on, teachers, priests, parents and other influential persons had no further influence over me, my development, or my person in general. Well, that’s childhood education down the plug hole! 😀 

Anyhow, today is my birthday, I’m 56, (going on 9) so as I had the day off, we went to a nearby garden, it was raining, so everything is a bit wet – first, here’s a picture of a Goldfinch I took the other week.



I woke up with this song! An oldie, but a goodie!


When you get to a certain age you find yourself looking back on things rather than forward too. Oh, you still look forward to things of course, like this or that adventure, but you know its not going to blow your mind or change your whole world outlook – as things did when you were younger. Likewise, you see younger people thinking oh wow, I just had this or that epiphany, and you just think, oh yeah, I did that too! Did the world really change, or was it just you and I?

The world does change, and it changes for the better, as well as for the worse – so its tricky to say exactly where we’re all heading.  I don’t want to say what younger people are going through is definitely just the same old thing we all went through, because it really is changing, as are the borders and frontlines and so on. 

Anyhow, I found this article, in the TLS, about “The problem of men writing about sex” It got me thinking about the books I read, and those I avoid really, and how different it might have been if I had studied English Literature at school when I was younger, instead of opting for just leaving school at 16, and finding my own way. 


On second thoughts, I think it might be better to steer away from literature that tries to be too clever! (a great article though)

Check out this by Simply Red – Stars – he’s bonkers! His music is really dreadful, I never liked this sort of thing, I always liked Mick Hucknall’s voice! Amazing!  And anyhow, I’d quite like to fall from the stars straight into your arms, sounds ok to me! Hope you comprehend! 😀 😀 


I’m on a roll – here’s another song! Fiction Factory – Feels like Heaven! 😀 😀


Hope everyones ok BTW – had a terrible few days, really down & depressed, got 3 pairs of jeans today, retail therapy! Feel so much better! Weird! 😀

The Auction

I had this dream where I went to this auction to sell my stereo, I was hopeful to get a good price, but then it sold for just £40. So I was a bit disappointed, but I needed the money, so I was willing to accept it, what else could I do? Anyhow, when I went to talk to the auctioneer, he said well I’d advise you to hold on till later, the British public are a bit frivolous at the moment, and you might do better? Well I thought how can I do better? The guys won the bid, and its not really in my favour, so I was a bit confused. 

So anyhow, I went on to think about how hard life is and how we have to put up with all this crap about how we have to accept what we get and we don’t get any good stuff, and some people have got even less than others already struggling, and what a nightmare it all is how much people have to miss out on, how rigged the system is and all that stuff.

3 or 4 night later, I had another dream, this time I was at this big sale called Sybil Dever’s or something, and they had all this really great stuff, a lot of it was on racks really high up, but the prices were so good, and the quality was there, you just had to get this big pole with a hook to get the stuff down and have a look at it – I was really impressed with the whole thing as I’d never heard of it before – so it was pretty exciting. I think it was pretty sexy this whole thing about buying good stuff at good prices, and I thought back to my stereo which went for only £40. So I went back to the other dream and asked the auctioneer what he meant by all that about waiting for a better deal or whatever? Well he put my item back in the sale, and he was going going – anymore on this one? And this guy bid £50. and £60. And upwards, then finally the guy who originally had paid £40. Now coughed up £80 – so I was like how can this happen? 

Well the auctioneer was saying about how the public were in a frivolous mood, and I suppose he was right, cos now I’d doubled my odds, which doesn’t make much sense, since there was no reserve, but I was struck by how much fun it is – and I got to thinking, what if instead of being a guy who doesn’t like not having money, I could just be someone who has a whole lot of fun with other peoples money, as does an auctioneer? I mean, what is the true value of a thing? Who cares really, its whatever you can get people to pay, don’t go around thinking oh this guy has so much more than me, or why haven’t I got this or that, when everyone else has this or that, I mean I know its shit if you haven’t got anything, and we all need a bit of money to get by and all that, but what if you were the other guy who had loads of money, and just doesn’t really worry about people like you? You might have been that guy in another life, or if you had become an auctioneer early on, you might have a lot, or maybe not so much as all that, but you’d have seen a lot of people make a lot, or lose a lot, but it doesn’t really effect your own income, you’re just there watching it all. 

Well, I hope this clears up a few things for some or all of you – it certainly did for me! 😀 


Motorbike ride Trent riverside

I went for a motorbike ride last Thursday alongside the Trent river – you don’t see much of it in the video, as its all quite industrialised after centuries of development, but it turned out to be quite nice to ride along the little road there between one crossing at Gainsborough, and back across at Althorpe near Scunthorpe. I used the roads on the west side of the river the other week, and that was nice too, more populated than the east – some guy has a huge gun parked in his garden in the video! I crossed both bridges many times before, its my stomping ground over there on the east side of Yorkshire & Lincolnshire, I go there a lot.

I did my own music on this video, (3 instrumental songs) which is 10 mins long, its a bit strange, I just throw something together for fun really, but I sort of enjoy it, my music is really just messing about, its quirky!