Please excuse . . .

Please excuse the sound at the start of the video, Paul was having poo!

Haha, Yeah, I know this isn’t Facebook, but I just decided to listen to this song and found this very strange version!

Anyhow, I like the bass line, pretty cool – I’m up at nearly 1am, work tomorrow, what a drag, had a few beers, and I thought I’d write something – hence:

I wouldn’t say I’m over it, because you never get over it, you learn to live with it blah, blah, blah, or you learn to say fuckit, that part doesn’t work anymore, like a starter motor that’s burnt out – and you can’t replace it, you just have to jump start it from now on! 

Paul Young is from the next town from where I was at – Luton!

Not really helpful is it? Well that’s all I got tonight, its not that bad, it could be the beginning of something bigger & better?

The End!

Ok, not really “The End” after all, I got a bit more to say – I left my heart in the 80’s, tonight at least, it seems the 80’s were better – I like to get a bit mashed on a Sunday night, that’s what we used to do back then, Saturday night was alright for fighting, but Sunday night, it was more like a family affair, in the lounge bar, they’d have a singer, and we’d all got in there, on our best (or at least better) behaviour, and have a singalong!

I was always proud of Paul Young, cos he was a local boy!

That was a bit strange – anyone still ere??

Paul’s a great singer – just get him a song and off he goes!

Thing about the Beatles and apples!

I had this brain fog trying to recall this tune, it just popped into my head, but I didn’t know what it was, then finally I stumbled on it searching the net, Womack & Womack, Love Wars”. 

Not bad really, I like the chorus bit, its very distinctive and original the way it outclasses and don’t fit with the verses, not in my memory anyhow, I just remembered the chorus bit, “Drop them guns on the floor” seems a good line considering the current situation with the USA elections and all that carrying on – not that I knew that was the line, I thought it was something like “We got to get our act together, bring it on down” and thats all I knew – oh well, its set my mind at rest – my musical memory still works better than my memory of actors names – not that its getting worse, its always been bad for actors, oddly.

I just watched the 2nd half of this thing titled “The Beatles, Hippies and Hells Angels” it was all about the Apple company the Beatles had, very interesting, I might go and find the first part to catch the rest of it – most illuminating! 

Its not just about drug taking and lazy times, its also about how the culture changed and chance cause and effects. Actually it all happened at the end of the film, quite shocking cataclysmic reaction!

They were all talking about the good old days on the film, and it struck a chord at one point, reminding me of a time in my life when I was like stupidly out of sync with reality – but don’t worry, it felt ok, for a bit! Life can be very strange – that reminds me of some other stuff I was thinking about, RE: how people live in niche’s, and how really, those niche’s aren’t real – but they are – just not really . . .

My life has become rather weird lately, I go to work, have a day off, go back to work, have another day off, go to work again, another day off, then have 2 days off, then back to work, have a day off, and so on. I shouldn’t grumble, cos its very easy going, just that I’m more used to going to work, work, work, work, work, 2 days off, but now, its just work, day off, work, day off, yeah, I know I already said it, just that its weird. What are you supposed to make of it? 

I might get used to it if it goes on much longer! 

The Wonder Stuff

I go to work, then I have a day off, then I go to work, then I have another day off, then I go to work and have 2 days off, then I’m back to the start again – what the hell, I used to go for five days then have 2 off, but since they changed the set up cos of Covid, the numbers here are pretty bad by the way – the almost completely insane election news from America is a mere sideshow compared to what’s going on on my doorstep, not to mention our political situation and Brexit – the future so uncertain, the zombie outbreak!  

Well anyhow, its moments like these .  .  . well, not really that often, but every once in a while, this song comes to mind! This cheers me up – it really does! At the time, when it came out, I thought it was pretty funny, the lyrics I mean, “Size of a cow!” LOL Whats that? Damn blast, look at my past, ripping up my feet on the broken glass – oh wow, look at me now, blowing up my problems to the size of a cow!” Farm boys huh? I always enjoy a good raucous rousing racket of a song! 

Joana Vasconcelos

We went to the sculpture park here in Yorkshire the other day and saw works by Joana Vasconcelos. She’s a Portuguese artist, dealing with women’s stuff – so you ought to know what this is all about!

Here’s a mask!

Now here’s some other stuff I didn’t understand, but sort of got the gist of.

A ring made of car wheels! (perhaps she married a guy obsessed with cars??)

(Its not uncommon)

These shoes are made from saucepans!

This video is so lovely – I think we can all enjoy it !

Here’s some more photos I took from my better camera!

A Tall Story

A couple of times I was working with older ladies who I found to be a lot of fun, and I thought I’d just share that here for a bit of memory lane action with you all. I’m actually sat at work now, but I finished what I was doing, now I just have to wait around.


Anyhow first example was back when I was 20. I used to go to the canteen and there was this woman of about 45 I’d say, she was a lot of fun – I thought she was like Mildred, out of the George & Mildred TV show! She was a real cockney lady, what a laugh she was to be with, she had really buck teeth, I used to find that sexy, you don’t see it so much these days, cos they all get corrected. She would say “come and sit with me Ogden” and we’d have our lunch together, sitting really close, it was cosy in that little canteen. She had a daughter who worked there too, I was terrifically attracted to her, and I think she tried to match us up, but it never worked out, in fact it was a bit of a disaster, but never mind, that’s how it goes. Anyhow, I never forgot her, they were both so lovely.

(George and Mildred)


Another time, years later, when I was 30 and I moved up to Yorkshire, I was a bit of a fish out of water you know it’s a different culture up here, different accent too. So I was doing this art degree and I got this job cleaning this garage in my spare time. It belonged to the council, and there were all these women that did the office cleaning, cos it was a big council depot. So anyhow, if one was off on hols, I’d stand in, and do some office cleaning, also the toilets & so on, I’d never had to do that sort of work before, appart from my own bog at home of course, but whatever. 


Anyhow, I got to know the whole team eventually, about 5 women. They warned me about this one woman, they actually said she was “evil” so I’d best not mess her about & do what I’m told & all that. 


So anyhow, you can imagine that’s a bit daunting when one day I had to work with her for a week cos someone was off, turned out we got on just fine! I suppose she was about 15-25 years older than me, I liked her, I found her pretty attractive, and I guess I liked that they said she was evil, turned out she like Bon Scott from AC/DC, good choice! I respected her opinions, she had a daughter who liked AC/DC, so that’s where that was coming from, I never met her daughter, but I think she probably showed me a picture – no doubt she’d have been very pretty. 

LONDON – 1st AUGUST: Singer Bon Scott from Australian rock band AC/DC posed in a studio in London in August 1979. (Photo by Fin Costello/Redferns)


Anyway, to get to the best part of the story, one time in the summer break, the council was doing some waste recycling experiments & they wanted to know if me & the ladies would work full time for a week or so on the project. Of course we did that. 


What would happen was a truck would dump a ton of waste on the floor & we had to sort it into glass & tin, paper, rags & shit. Yeah, shit & needles, stuff like that was in there too, so not a nice job! You never knew what was going to be in a bag till you opened it. I doubt the women would have took the job if they’d known the details, so it was a bit rough. 


Anyhow, that lady I was on about, she leaned into a wheely bin & tipped inside, she fell right into it with her legs sticking up in the air! She was yelling “Ogden, Ogden, Get me out, Get me out!” It was so funny, I never forgot that moment, I’m sure she did it for a laugh, cheer us all up! Sort of person she was. 


Oh yeah, I got invited to the annual Xmas bash every year for ages after I stopped working there, it was bizarre, but I just loved being invited. I couldn’t hardly even understand Yorkshire language when I first met them, so I’d be really on edge trying to understand what they wanted me to do or anything, but they looked after me alright, real friendly. For sure it’s in the crappy jobs you meet the very best people!

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”

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

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I liked this one – amazing!

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This one is so sweet!

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Here’s a naughty one!

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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

Cardiacs!

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! 😀