Saturday, October 31, 2009

Bondi Sculpture by the Sea 2009 - a set on Flickr

Fantastic Bondi Sculpture by the Sea Photo Collection from Gary Hayes.on Flickr

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Alco frolics anonymous

Great South Australian racing story, with local horse Alcopop one of the favourites for the Melbourne Cup.

Easy to identify with the easy going nature of the trainer

Wonder if the government will try to tax the winnings?.

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3D steroeviews from old Japan


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Death by Spoons. Halloween Entertainment from Richard Gale

The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon. Hard to know whether to laugh or cry. Now you can imagine being killed by a spoon.

Happy trick or treating campers.


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Photo Hunt: Bags

We have two big fans of show bags in our family.

Lots of devastation as more tat than could be imagined is decanted into the dining rooom. A veritable celebration of the multiple uses of plastic and sugar.

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In pictures: National Geographic 2009 international photo competition | Environment | guardian.co.uk

Some very nice ones here.

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Tony 'the twister' Blair now wants a free ride on the Euro Express - No Thanks!

No Thanks. Jeff Randall elegantly skewers Tony Blair, whose chance of becoming King of Europe appears to be miraculously disappearing.

During a decade at No 10, Team TB did more to pull apart the fabric of this country's reputation than all the Cambridge traitors. Such was the scale of Mr Blair's betrayal, it's hard to know where to begin. Those of nervous or irritable disposition may wish to look away now.

Britain's border controls were abandoned, prompting a largely irreversible tide of immigration. A flawed concept of multi-culturalism was forced down our throats. It was a triumph for Mr Blair's special brand of political cynicism, concealed, as Sir Andrew Green of MigrationWatch rightly observes, by "dodgy economic camouflage".

Our hard-won EU rebate, worth billions, was handed back – for nothing in return. Mr Blair's desire for approval in Brussels was funded by the sweat of British workers. In his 1997 "Beacon to the World" speech, Mr Blair said that he wanted "Britain to lead in Europe again", but failed to mention the cost. Promises of a referendum on a European constitution were soon forgotten. Instead, sovereignty was surreptitiously transferred across the Channel.

Anyone but Blair. What an awful man.

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Friday, October 30, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Photographs of Tibetan monks at Longwu monastery - Telegraph

Disease propagation?

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Amazing Pictures, Pollution in China | ChinaHush

Hard to see where to start with an Emissions Trading Scheme when you see the scale of pollution here. What is so shocking is the direct human health impact. Australias issues seem so trivial by comparison. Comparisons with the industrial revolution seem apt. At what point will China tackle some of these issues?

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Maldives government holds underwater cabinet meeting - Telegraph

Many citizens would be happy for their govenrments to do the same, without scuba gear. At least question time would be civilised.

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BBC - Today - The death of language?

In 1992 a prominent US linguist stunned the academic world by predicting that by the year 2100, 90% of the world's 7,000 languages would have ceased to exist.
Far from inspiring the world to act, the issue is still on the margins, according to prominent French linguist Claude Hagege.
"Most people are not at all interested in the death of languages," he says. "If we are not cautious about the way English is progressing it may eventually kill most other languages."
According to Ethnologue, a US organisation that compiles a global database of languages, 473 languages are currently classified as endangered.
Thanks @jennyeather
Seens everwhere you look dramatic change is taking place in the way we live. A homogenised world seems to be the most likely outcome as the human race pushes the earth to the limit.

Balloon 1 LIverpool 0

Ha Ha

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Saturday, October 17, 2009

Thursday, October 15, 2009

How the mighty are fallen The Decline of Newspaper Empires. Hello Rupert?????

Hello Duh?

Media empires have been giants in our lives, and in these early days of a new millennium shockwaves are being felt all around them. They now seem less agents of their destinies as helpless witnesses to the unravelling of all they once stood for.

The media Caesars of today seem largely out of solutions - and instead challenge reality by seeking to deny a revolution that has already taken place by attempting to use a power that no longer exists.

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World Of Sport - Mick Mcmanus Vs. Catweazle (1975)

Mick McManus made my Grandfather more angry than anything else. Wrestling was on every Saturday afternoon What a showman and what theatre.

From The Guardian

It is not British wrestling per se that is undergoing a resurgence, but the fuzzy memory of it. No one these days wants to pay to watch a bunch of oddballs attempt a folding press or Boston crab, but the recollection of Saturday afternoons in the front room waiting for Final Score is distantly appealing to many people above the age of 30 (and probably hideously perverted to people below 30).
Watching Catweazle, Vic Faulkner, Pat 'Bomber' Roach and Rollerball Rocco now, three thoughts come to mind. First, what a strange world we must have lived in to have become worked up by the antics of these men. Second, it wasn't only grannies in the front row at Westcliff-on-Sea who got worked up, but grandfathers, too, many with unusually shiny foreheads. And third, I had forgotten how significant the role of the referee was: apart from Max Ward, who looked like Arthur Mullard, they tended to be tiny squits who were invariably hit 'by accident' when a wrestler ducked, and riled the crowd by missing some skulduggery inflicted while looking the wrong way.
And as for Catweazle

Millions loved him and a minority of purists were infuriated by Doncaster’s Gary Cooper, who adopted the name of a fictional television character. With long straggly hair and unruly beard it wasn’t his looks that made Catweazle so popular. Arriving at the ring in sackcloth the wrestler would remove his robe to reveal a lanky body wrapped in a gaudy wrestling outfit. Having placed his lucky-charm toad on the corner post the match would commence with Catweazle literally running rings round, and generally humiliating his hapless opponent. For the most part the fans loved his antics and Catweazle was one of the most popular of wrestlers throughout the 1970s and 1980s. It was a tribute to the man that he was selected by Dale Martin Promotions to oppose Mick McManus in the Londoner’s final televised bout. The wrestler’s untimely death and subsequent cremation led to the inauguration of the annual British Wrestlers Reunion.

He died in 1993 

Al Martino - Spanish Eyes (1967)

This is just adios and not goodbye. RIP

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Friendship Scottish Style Aye!

True   Friendship... SCOTTISH STYLE!! 
(None of that Sissy shite)
Are ye tired o those pish weak 'friendship' poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality?   Well, here are a series o promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cute wee smiley faces on this card .
Just the stone cold truth o a great friendship.   
1. When ye are sad --  I will help you get pished and plot revenge against the bastard who made ye sad. 

2. When ye are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking ye.

3. When ye smile -- I will know ye are thinking of something that I would probably want to be involved in. 

4. When ye are scared -- I will take the pish oot o you every chance I get,
 until you're NOT.

5. When ye are worried -- I will tell ye stories about how much worse it could be until   YE STOP WHINING!
6.. When yer confused -- I will try to use only wee words.
7.. When ye are sick --  Stay the fuck away frae me until ye are well again. 
I don't want whatever ye've got.
8.. When ye fall,  I will laugh my fuckin heed aff at you, you clumsy arse,
........but I'll help you up.
9.. This is my oath.... I pledge it tae the end.
'Why?' you may ask;
Because you are my friend.
Friendship is like pishing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Photo Hunt: Sports

Playing sports is one thing, but getting an award at the end of the season is just as much fun. Ryan actually played on a winning team (well they won two games),  having lost all his games last year. It was amazing how great he felt after all those losses. He played for another school this year because of lack of numbers at his school. He was one of the youngest, but still had a good time and improved his soccer skills.

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