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They are just too much . . .

For all you conspiraloon cunts in my life . . . I love you really:



I Feel Fine . . .

One of those old cartoons that never goes out of fashion:


Monday, March 23, 2020

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Sunday, March 15, 2020

The Quiet Assassin: The Davie Hay Story by Davie Hay with Alex Gordon (Black and White Publishing 2009)



Then, inexplicably. Big Jock dropped Geordie for the final and put him on the substitutes' bench. He went with the two in midfield - Murdy and Bertie - that had worked so wonderfully well in Lisbon in 1967. This was a different game, though. Feyenoord were exceptionally strong across the middle of the park where their main man was Wim van Hanagem, who was dismissed by Jock as being a 'poor man's Jim Baxter'. It was unlike our boss to misread a situation, but on this occasion he got it wrong; very wrong. Our line-up played right into their hands. We had Jinky, Willie Wallace, John Hughes and Bobby Lennox as a four-man frontline, but with the Dutch's stranglehold in the middle of the park, they were starved of any reasonable service. Normally, I could get forward when Jinky was buzzing, but the wee man was being suffocated by their defence. They double-banked and even treble-banked on him. They tried to force him inside into an already cluttered midfield where they had players waiting to pick him off.

Feyenoord played a pressing game all over the park and we were struggling to get into any sort of rhythm. They worked our defence well and didn't give us a moment's respite. Ove Kind vail, their Swedish striker, was keeping Billy McNeill occupied while Jim Brogan had picked up an early foot injury that curtailed his movement a bit. Tommy Gemmell was getting forward, as usual, but our cavalier fullback also had his work cut out deep in his own territory.

Shitehawks (2020)

I've seen this painting before but it was entitled "SPGB branch meeting".



PS - The original is my favourite painting of all time, which I'm sure you needed to know.

'I'd Do Anything for a snack (But I Won't Do That) . . . '

You don't need to understand French to understand this tweet.

Faith in humanity restored.


There's a word for that.

I seem to remember that I started playing Lexulous because I was suffering a really bad case of 'baby brain', and lack of sleep meant I could feel my brain seeping out of my ear each sleepless night. Eleven years on and I play Lexulous 'cos I can't be arsed to get the Scrabble board out:


Thursday, March 12, 2020

Carry On Columbus

These coronavirus jokes are just going to run and run.



PS - Mr. Griffiths is that rarest of breeds: he once voted for the SPGB.

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

"You think Roy Castle's funny."

Arguably one of the best BBC comedy-dramas from the 1980s.

It broke my teenage heart to discover that that wasn't Emma Thompson's real accent.



Tuesday, March 10, 2020

"No, it isn't."

Catching up again (part 24)



71/50

Friday, March 06, 2020