Monday, December 25, 2017

Lean on Pete by Willy Vlautin (Harper Perennial 2010)

When I woke up that morning it was still pretty early. Summer had just begun and from where I lay in my sleeping bag I could see out the window. There were hardly any clouds and the sky was clear and blue. I looked at the Polaroid I had taped to the wall next to where I slept. It shows my aunt and me sitting by a river; she has on a swimsuit. She’s my dad’s sister and she looks like him, with black hair and blue eyes and she’s really thin. In the photo she’s holding a can of soda and smiling as I sit next to her. She has her arm around me. My hair’s wet and I’m smiling. That was when we all lived in Wyoming. But it had been four years since I’d seen her, and I didn’t even know where she lived anymore.

My dad and I had just moved to Portland, Oregon, and we’d been there for a week. We didn’t know anybody. Two days before my school year was done we packed the truck and moved out from Spokane. “We brought our kitchen table and four chairs, dishes and pots and pans, our clothes and TV, and my dad’s bed. We left all the rest.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

All Backs Were Turned by Marek Hlasko (New Vessell Press 1964)

“Like I’ve always helped you.”

“Yes,” Israel said. “You always helped me.” Suddenly he put his face against Ursula’s breast. “Dov,” he said, “she’s alive. She’s breathing.”

He got up; Dov knelt next to Ursula’s body and placed his head on her breast. Israel held the stone ready in his hand; he had noticed it while kneeling by Ursula’s body, and he picked it up while pressing his face to her chest. He waited until he saw Dov begin to straighten up, then he hit him twice in quick succession; he circled the body to make sure Dov was really dead, then hit him a third time; only then did he toss the stone away.”

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Same Shit, different year.

One of those Facebook thingies that one gets sucked into, surrendering all your personal data in the process. Was it worth it?

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Jam - Snap! (1983)


A Book Cover Wanker writes . . .

Proper book cover.

For all I know, the book's shite*, but what a cover:

* Blogger Disclaimer: I've read the blurb for the book. I bet it's not "shite". I'm just trying to be edgy and provocative, so that I can appeal to a younger blogging audience. (You know, bloggers in their thirties.)

Thursday, October 12, 2017

A Nervous Neighbour writes . . .

Everyone's a comedian.

An old SPGB comrade was kind enough to send me some vintage socialist literature through the mail. He was less kind in his choice of words to describe said literature on the back of the packages.

I guess I won't be seeking to recruit our postie any time soon to the glorious cause. I know I will be avoiding eye contact with our postie for the foreseeable future.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Level 42 ‎– World Machine (1985)


Colourbox ‎– The Official Colourbox World Cup Theme (1986)


A Man Falling Apart writes . . .

Of course, it's number three. Who knew that Rice Krispies would give you coughing fits at three in the morning, which leave you in fear that you might cough up a lung by accident? I guess if I will insist on buying the generic vesion of RK then I can only blame myself for the middle of the night outcome.

Look on the bright side. Who knew at 46 I'd still be drinking a fifth of Jack Daniels a day, and still getting by relatively unscathed with my meth addiction? The glass truly is half full . . . 

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A Magazine Front Cover Snob writes . . .

Looks like a 'Death Metalist' was brought in to design the front cover of next month's Socialist Standard

"Guys, there is not enough black.  . . . We need more black."

A Cut and Paste Merchant cuts and pastes . . .

Quote of the day, via some witty soul over at Leftist Trainspotters.

George Soros, the alt-right's bullshit meme machine, and being footloose with the facts:

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Various ‎– Letter To Brezhnev (From The Motion Picture Soundtrack) (1985)


A Part-Time Conspiracy Theorist writes . . .

That assault of Kieran Tierney in the second half  . . . the referee swallowing his whistle every time a Celtic player got fouled . . . but for all that, St Johnstone deserved the point.

In the midst of the melee at Parkhead, naturally, I sought refuge in the time-honoured Facebook status rant, but what do you know? I picked the backdrop below at random but, yes, that could be a masonic handshake.  Just saying . . . 

Thursday, August 24, 2017

A Paul Morley wannabe writes . . .

"Hello everyone. It's so great to be back playing in Kronstadt tonight after all these years. It was such a blast the last time."

 Hat tip to the person - probably a Lev Bronstein fanboy - who originally created this meme.

That pic reminds me; whatever happened to Julius Martov and the Sexy Mistakes from my MySpace years? They were good. I will need to get back to you on this.