Viva Brazil: The Official film of 1962 Fifa World Cup Chile (1962)

The internet is telling me something . . .

Confused? Befuddled? Don't worry, Urban Dictionary is your friend.

An honorary Aussie writes . . . .

I Swear I Was There: Sex Pistols, Manchester and the Gig That Changed the World by David Nolan (Music Press Books 2006)

STEVE DIGGLE: They say all these people were there. I don’t remember any of them being there. But then I wouldn’t have known Morrissey from fucking Adam. I never saw Wilson either – but I was short-sighted in those days…

HOWARD DEVOTO: The only people, apart from Pete Shelley, myself, Steve Diggle and all the Pistols crew that I’d be reasonably certain were there were Paul Morley and Morrissey.

The Equalizer (2014)

The Recollections of Rifleman Harris by Benjamin Harris and Henry Curling (Archon Books 1848)

 

My father was a shepherd, and I was a sheep-boy from my earliest youth. Indeed, as soon almost as I could run, I began helping my father to look after the sheep on the downs of Blandford, in Dorsetshire, where I was born. Whilst I continued to tend the flocks and herds under my charge, and occasionally (in the long winter nights) to learn the art of making shoes, I grew a hardy little chap, and was one fine day in the year 1802 drawn as a soldier for the Army of Reserve.* Thus, without troubling myself much about the change which was to take place in the hitherto quiet routine of my days, I was drafted into the 66th Regiment of Foot, bid good-bye to my shepherd companions, and was obliged to leave my father without an assistant to collect his flocks, just as he was beginning more than ever to require one; nay, indeed, I may say to want tending and looking after himself, for old age and infirmity were coming on him; his hair was growing as white as the sleet of our downs, and his countenance becoming as furrowed as the ploughed fields around. However, as I had no choice in the matter, it was quite as well that I did not grieve over my fate.

My father tried hard to buy me off, and would have persuaded the sergeant of the 66th that I was of no use as a soldier, from having maimed my right hand (by breaking a forefinger when a child). The sergeant, however, said I was just the sort of little chap he wanted, and off he went, carrying me (amongst a batch of recruits he had collected) away with him.

Almost the first soldiers I ever saw were those belonging to the corps in which I was now enrolled a member, and, on arriving at Winchester, we found the whole regiment there in quarters. Whilst lying at Winchester (where we remained three months), young as I was in the profession, I was picked out, amongst others, to perform a piece of duty that, for many years afterwards, remained deeply impressed upon my mind, and gave me the first impression of the stern duties of a soldier's life. A private of the 70th Regiment had deserted from that corps, and afterwards enlisted into several other regiments; indeed, I was told at the time (though I cannot answer for so great a number) that sixteen different times he had received the bounty and then stolen off. Being, however, caught at last, he was brought to trial at Portsmouth, and sentenced by general court-martial to be shot.

The 66th received a route to Portsmouth to be present on the occasion, and, as the execution would be a good hint to us young 'uns, there were four lads picked out of our corps to assist in this piece of duty, myself being one of the number chosen.

Besides these men, four soldiers from three other regiments were ordered on the firing-party, making sixteen in all. The place of execution was Portsdown Hill, near Hilsea Barracks, and the different regiments assembled must have composed a force of about fifteen thousand men, having been assembled from the Isle of Wight, from Chichester, Gosport, and other places. The sight was very imposing, and appeared to make a deep impression on all there. As for myself, I felt that I would have given a good round sum (had I possessed it) to have been in any situation rather than the one in which I now found myself; and when I looked into the faces of my companions I saw, by the pallor and anxiety depicted in each countenance, the reflection of my own feelings. When all was ready, we were moved to the front, and the culprit was brought out. He made a short speech to the parade, acknowledging the justice of his sentence, and that drinking and evil company had brought the punishment upon him.

He behaved himself firmly and well, and did not seem at all to flinch. After being blindfolded, he was desired to kneel down behind a coffin, which was placed on the ground, and the drum-major of the Hilsea depot, giving us an expressive glance, we immediately commenced loading.

This was done in the deepest silence, and, the next moment, we were primed and ready. There was then a dreadful pause for a few moments, and the drum-major, again looking towards us, gave the signal before agreed upon (a flourish of his cane), and we levelled and fired. We had been previously strictly enjoined to be steady, and take good aim, and the poor fellow, pierced by several balls, fell heavily upon his back; and as he lay, with his arms pinioned to his sides, I observed that his hands wavered for a few' moments, like the fins of a fish when in the agonies of death. The drum-major also observed the movement, and, making another signal, four of our party immediately stepped up to the prostrate body, and placing the muzzles of their pieces to the head, fired, and put him out of his misery. The different regiments then fell back by companies, and the word being given to march past in slow time, when each company came in line with the body, the word was given to 'mark time/ and then 'eyes left' in order that we might all observe the terrible example. We then moved onwards, and marched from the ground to our different quarters. The 66th stopped that night about three miles from Portsdown Hill, and in the morning we returned to Winchester. The officer in command that day, I remember, was General Whitelocke, who was afterwards brought to court-martial himself.* 

* The Militia Act of 1802 had provided for the raising of 51,500 men by ballot. Those who could afford the current rate of £20 to £30 were allowed to pay a substitute to serve in their place. A second Militia Act. providing for the enlistment of another 25,000 men. was passed in 1803.

* Lieutenant-General John Whitelocke (1757-1833). His incompetent direction of the attack upon the Spanish in Buenos Ayres, and his subsequent withdrawal from Montevideo, led to his being brought before a court-martial at Chelsea on 28 January, 1808. After a trial Listing seven weeks he was found guilty and sentenced to be cashiered. He spent the rest of his life in retirement.

Cooking on gas . . .

Oops, I did it again. (Owen's into Britney Spears at the moment.)

It appears that if I play darts whilst making the kids food, I will NEARLY hit 180s. Good to know . . . and the kids will just have to get used to eating 14 meals a day:

Happy St Andrews Day . . .

. . . to all the neds, huns, teuchtars, fur coat and no knickers types, the ninety-minute nationalists and the shortbread biscuit brigade.*



* Don't be offended. I'm in there somewhere, myself.

Whilst making the kids some toast . . .

So bastard close. And it's been awhile as well.

The World According to Garp (1982)

In Order of Disappearance (2014)

Hang 'Em High (1968)

The Chain (1984)

Million Dollar Legs (1932)

Rashomon (1950)

A Slack Parent writes . . .

Genuine question. That job lot of Doctor Spock books that I bought from a charity shop all those years ago for the price of a jumbo-sized Mars Bar are not providing me with any answers:

#SlackParenting

Zéro de conduite (1933)

Now That's What I Call My Favourite Halloween Joke . . .

Still my favourite Halloween themed joke. Three years running now. Funnier than every episode of Treehouse of Horror:

Never Mind The Ballots

#SPGB #MidTermElections #SocialistStandard #OldSPGBJokes

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005)

The Ex-Mrs. Bradford (1936)

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)

Knock off sheepskin jackets for goalposts

Brilliant pic from the '70s. Sadly, I will still dressing like this in 1981. I didn't stand a chance.

#ChildhoodTraumas

Boys’ pen, Anfield. Photo by Pete Marlowe

Escape from New York (1981)

Game Night (2018)

Galaxy Quest (1999)

Black '47 (2018)

Superbad (2007)

The Old Dark House (1932)

Happy-Go-Lucky (2008)

The Damned: Don't You Wish That We Were Dead (2015)

Manic Internet Preacher

Whilst the SPGB website continues to do its extended impersonation of Lord Lucan, here's just another cheap excuse to once again bring attention to the Socialist Standard Past and Present blog. This morning it chalked up its 8,000th post. Telegrams were read, hosannas were sung and Paul Hollywood refused my request to bake a cake.

Feel free to check it out at your leisure. Discover new (old) Socialist Standard writers such as May Otway, John A. Dawson and Eddie Critchfield. (All top notch writers, in my humble opinion). Sit and wonder if any SPGBers went to the cinema before 1943, and, just think, if the early Impossiblists had hated capitalism as much as they hated John Burns and Will Thorne back in the day, we'd have arrived at socialism  thirteen years before the "White Horse" FA Cup final.

http://socialiststandardmyspace.blogspot.com/

A pained armchair fan writes . . .

The Mean Machine (1974)

C'est Magnifique

They welcome the chase, don't you know?

Sep 2, 2018: Celtic 1 R*ngers 0

Don't be fooled by the seemingly close result. R*ngers got their arse handed to them on a cheap knock off plate from the Barras. Hit the woodwork four times, dealt with some dodgy refereeing and all the media talk of Slippy G. closing the gap is postponed for another couple of weeks.

Boyata was immense . . .  Brown didn't rise to the bait and the provocations  . . . and this screen grab suggests Nacho Novo wishes he was somewhere else:

Still Crazy (1998)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)

Just spitballing for a second . . .

I'm thinking of renaming the blog 'My Life as a Screen Grab'. What do you think?

The Quick and the Dead (1995)

Declaration of Purpose

An exiled SPGBer writes  . . .

I just knew all those decades of membership, with its attendant recitation of the D of P both morning and night - and four times on a Sunday - would finally result in a, erm, result:

Bingo, as Jack, Alex and Tommy used to say in the old Communist Club.

Shaun of the Dead (2004)

Play For Today: Scum (1977)

Red Riding 1983 (2009)

The Long Good Friday (1980)

Red Riding 1980 (2009)

Red Riding 1974 (2009)

Bad News Bears (1976)

The Glasgow School (2016)