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Jumpers for goalposts?

Found this somewhere else.

Before the Internet…Before semi-automatics, joy riders and crack….Before SEGA or Super Nintendo… Way back……..I’m talking about Hide and Seek in the park.

The corner shop. Hopscotch. Butterscotch. Skipping. Handstands.

Football with an old can. Fingerbob.

Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the menace.

Topper, Beezer and Whizzer and Chips.

Roly Poly. Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.

The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.

Bazooka Joe bubble gum.

An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a
tune.

Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps
screwball.

Cider lollies

Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks.

Children’s Film Foundation, The Double Deckers, Red Hand Gang,

Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and ‘Why Don’t You’?

- or staying up for Doctor Who.

When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere.

Earwigs wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky fingers.

Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big ‘uns and Little ‘uns.

Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro. Climbing trees.

Making igloos out of snow banks.

Walking to school, no matter what the weather.

Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach
hurt.

Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.

Spinning around on roundabouts, getting dizzy and falling down was
cause for giggles.

Being tired from playing….remember that?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

Knock-a-door run and mischief night.

Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

Choppers and Grifters.

Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops. Vimto and Jubbly lollies

Remember when…

Conkers were fun and not a weapon of mass destruction

There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green
Flash
- and the only time you wore them at School was for P.E. (and they were
called gym shoes or if you are older - plimsolls)

You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents.

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends.

You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas eve.

When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.

When a tanner was decent pocket money

Curly Wurlys. Space Dust. Toffo’s. Top Trumps.

When you’d reach into a muddy drain for a penny.

When nearly everyone’s mum was at home when the kids got there.

When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to
carry the shopping and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.

When being sent to the head’s office for the cane was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving pupil at home.

Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn’t because of
drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc.

Parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat and some of us are
still afraid of them.

Didn’t that feel good? Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!

Remember when….

Decisions were made by going “Ip, Dip, Dog Shit”

“Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.

And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.

It was unbelievable that ‘British Bulldog 123′ wasn’t an Olympic event.

Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.

Nobody was prettier than Mum.

Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.

Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest
protectors.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED………….Happy Days.

 

 

 

Wha Hay Viagra

So Boots are going to sell the drug Viagra at £12.50 a tab, it as taken this government 7 years to realise that you can buy the pill anywhere in the UK without going to a chemist usually at £2.50 to £4.00. Eureka for the smart asses that run this economy, in Europe you can buy the drug for about 5 euros, you can also buy tobacco and petrol at half the price you can here.

Expect long queues outside boots, I don’t think so, not when £5 quid of the sale goes to the treasury in tax.

Mr Brown, people are not going to subsidise your budget defecit when they can purchase the same product in Spain at a 3rd of the price. 

Illegal Shopping

Lovely jubbly Brent. I must say it is convenient living in a borough where shopkeepers ignore the law. I had some friends around at the weekend and we needed some plonk. Simple solution just pop out to the local 24 hour shop, although they don’t have a licence to trade in liquer after 11pm and their alcohol department is blocked off, it matters little, no worries buy as much as you want.

There is a valid reason for selling illegal hooch, 24 hour booze licences cost loads of money.

What a week?

Or is it two weeks, am I really living in the UK, England, London or some fucked up country. I have suddenly adopted some sort of self righteous attitude, are the government really bent and corrupt? my feelings are yes they are, are the Muslims really trying to blow us up, my feelings are that they hate us and do not wish to integrate, in fact they can’t stand us, have the transport costs gone out of control, my feelings are yes they have, I paid £6.60 the other day to go to Tottenham Court RD and back.

Why have the Olympic costs tripled in a year, am I stupid for being pissed of by all this nonsense, my feelings are no I am not stupid, just poor, without a voice to protest against this squandering of taxpayers money, who the fuck can I blame it on, The Wanker of a Mayor, he is definitely a contender, I am looking for a scapegoat, my dad perhaps, he was a fascist, maybe retribution time, Winston Churchill for being politically incorrect, why is the town hall called Mahatma Ghandi House, what the fuck did that useless piece of shit ever do for London.

Come on terrorists give it your best shot, but please fuck off back where you belong.

Lazy Sunday afternoon

Sunday inspires me to do nothing, traditionally a day of rest. Couch potato day, wouldn’t even bother getting dressed if it wasn’t for my addiction to nicotine, damn tobacco, why didn’t I get some last night?.

My ladies coming round in an hour, that means food, she is always hungry so I shall be fed, maybe I can persuade her to go get me some tobacco too, thank you lord for giving us women, may not have to take my dressing gown off after all, what bliss.

Footie day is here again

Saturdays are a sort of non event in real world terms, it’s football day and I become totally immersed in statistics, live scores, live tables and updates. I suppose it’s an obsession really but I don’t give a monkeys, I tend to have a computer logged into 3 or 4 different sites and I switch from one to the other whilst watching sky sports.

If my team gets beat then I completely switch off from the event and pretend it never happened, my team is not the best in the world so it is a regular occurrence, the switching off I mean. When we win I usually go down the local to celebrate with a smug content feeling, a bit like having sex I suppose. I think I am a sad b**stard really.

 

Peace and Tranquillity

I love peace and tranquillity, flowing streams, the sea, green fields and friendly people. When I was I boy I had a vision, hippy induced that I would live in a place where the world was at one with itself, surrounded by animals and humans that said good morning have a good day (not the cats and dogs the humans).

I spend lots of time in Twickenham and it is strange to feel secure and safe, everywhere you go there are policeman on the streets and CCTV cameras in abundance. People say hello, how are you, it is therapeutic and I never want to leave.

This evening I returned to Cricklewood and the insecurity returned, I can’t be assed to make an effort to say hello, I may be paranoid but I don’t think this is a friendly place, nobody gives way in traffic and the shopkeepers never smile or say thank you, there is an overwhelming ambiance of despair and greed, no community spirit or common goal. Sometime soon I will leave the area for good it is not a nice place to be.

UK Urban Explorations

I have been trying for months to get some photos of the inside of Wembley Stadium, after repeated requests to the press office it was eventually denied because of of some obscure reason.Yesterday I came across these people, UK Urban Explorations, who went into the complex in the evening unchallenged and took some fantastic shots, so much for security at Wembley.
I have put a link to the thread.

http://www.brenttoday.com/newwembley.html

Had to remove this link for now but the link above are some of the images.

BBC and News agency’s

It appears to me that news only lasts until another story about, war, disease, the latest serial killer becomes the flavour of the month. Whatever happened to Robert Mugabe?, is he dead or still murdering people, the Norwich murders seems to have been buried along with the unfortunate victims.Last year we were threatened with millions being killed with “Bird Flu”, the biggest threat to society since the plague. I don’t know anyone that has even sneezed from this pandemic.

When the Tornado hit Kensal Rise, I went down there with my camera to find out about this phenomena and record some images for Brent Today website, I couldn’t get near the zone as a result of TV crews from Sky, ITN, BBC, Channel 4 and the rest being four deep behind the police cordons. What happened to the follow up?, the cost of reporting these events every 15 mins as the BBC seem to claim, must be astronomical, “we bring you updated news every 15 minutes” means absolutely nothing.

Listening to the BBC right this very minute, they are talking about China having to improve it’s human rights record. I was in China in 1969 and the world was telling Chairman Mao exactly the same crap, didn’t do any good did it.

If the news agency’s report something one minute and drop it the next (as I am listening to the news the BBC are saying that Diana’s death was a tragic accident), I heard that 7 years ago, 3 years ago, 2 years ago six months ago, 3 weeks ago and today. Now I am listening to Sony selling 1 million play stations but they can’t keep up with demand, Wow! Sh*t, I won’t be able to sleep knowing that information, that’s terrible news. It’s about time the BBC told the real story, litter on Kilburn High Rd is still knee deep despite promises from Sarah Teather.

That’s the end of my daily rant. Got to turn off BBC 24 news before I launch the telly through the window. 

Candelight vigil for Jamil

For anyone interested.

On Wednesday 10th January local MP Sarah Teather will hold a candlelit vigil for Jamil opposite Downing Street with the el-Banna family, their friends and supporters, and representatives from Amnesty International. Sarah is urging as many people as possible to attend this vigil.

Local Liberal Democrat MP for Brent East Sarah Teather said:

“Next week is about sending a strong message to Tony Blair and George Bush. The Guantánamo Bay detainment camp violates every internationally recognised legal principle, and each day that Jamil el-Banna spends in illegal imprisonment brings more pain for his family here in Brent.

“It is outrageous that the Labour Government will not lift a finger to help my constituent. I hope that as many people as possible will join me opposite Downing Street on Wednesday. Together we can show the Government that they cannot treat a member of our community in this deplorable manner.”

Notes:

Sarah Teather MP will be holding a candlelit vigil opposite Downing Street on Wednesday 10th January. Supporters are urged to arrive at 6pm for a 6:30pm start. The event is supported by Amnesty International and has the approval of the Metropolitan Police. Sarah Teather will provide candles and banners.