Poem- Spiking

I looked up to that smart young man,
who sang the angry songs,
that sliced up,
Thatcher's revolution.

But we grew up
and both went soft
occassionally sparking
in the dark.

Now I read online
that his personal life
is a scrambled, soggy mess
and he is an elder statement.

But the old stuff
pumps the blood as it always did,
and I love that angry, spiky
London kid.

Sneering his defiance
flattening their defences.
Burning down the state
loving with his hate.

Well bless my burgers

In tandem with Mr Mcgravitas's  blog of note, reporting on the deconsecrated church. We now have the burger joint being exorcised.

The three holy men made their pilgrimages to Chelsea, braving snow and frigid winds, from as far away as New Jersey and the Bronx.

The Rev. Robert Chodo Campbell, a Buddhist priest, joined other clergy members in blessing a New York Burger Company spot.

But they had not come on Monday to tend to the sick or minister to the poor. They had come bearing the prayers and totems of their various faiths — Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist — to cleanse any lurking evil from that most hallowed of American institutions: a burger joint. There was to be a private Native American ceremony at some point; an Episcopalian minister, running late, would officiate later in the day.

Some actual insight here:

 cooked up the ceremony along with their publicist in the hopes that the blessings — or at least the media attention they would draw — would help the restaurant succeed in a spot where so many had failed.

But someone could not resist the "cooked up" could they?
So, we going to have that Enlightenment thing sometime?

You, Sir, are a blaggard!!

Two cricket legends come to blows in the carpark, after the English paste the Aussies at cricket.

The animosity between the pair started in 1977, when, during the Centenary Test in Melbourne, Botham said Chappell uttered comments attacking the English, so he punched him and chased him out of a pub.
Chappell's version of events was that Botham had teased him about not touring in England because "too many blokes are looking to knock your block off".

Blokes and blocks and biffo in the carpark. Can the world of Sport broadcasting reach a higher plane???

Elementary Robot Hygiene

How are your rusticles? If you haven't checked they could be harbouring new life forms.

Christmas carols

 

"What we need", said Evangeline Van Holsteren , "is a gimmick. Or we will be just another wassailing bunch trying to do Christmas Carols"

"We could tell people that we are keeping money for ourselves "said Little Tim erstwhile Beggar-of-the-month in a contribution that was largely ignored. 

"Also" I vouchsafed "we should do the better parts of town, where people would not be cogniscent of The Olde Entomologist Dance and Showband"

Surprisingly this suggestion was not met with hooting and jeering as is the norm, more than somewhat. 

We also determined to carry around pots of "The Olde Entomologist Christmas Ale and Curative: contains no eels" for loosening peoples pursestrings.

As can be seen in the photo (some nice rocks there), things did not go well at The Widow Michleson's house because

1) She is a small business person and does not like Little Tim going into her house to say "Hello missus, what ya got?" and

2) She did not need any "Vile drinks" 

3) She is the mayor's cousin and has a bad back. No one knew.

Your moment of steampunk

Coaldust-fuelled pulse-jet fighters.

Skoda-Kauba P.14-01

Lippisch P.13B

The US suppressed the technology after acquiring the blueprints in the course of Operation Paperclip, because they always do. That is why there are no supersonic passenger jets crossing the Atlantic on a tankful of pulverised anthracite while piloted with the aid of fluidic-logic computers (a technology which neither the steam-punk crowd nor the Nazi flying-saucer nutbars have given the attention it deserves).

Feel free to add your own BÖC lyrics.

Antagonising the Horn

Evidently the Chinese authorities are willing to take on Silent Tristero's Empire, seeing it as a potential threat to their power. This will not end well.

The fact that they do not extend the same zero-tolerance policy to accordions is proof of their distorted priorities.

Mind you, ever since Chinese scientists perfected the multicoloured Zorb, there has been no shaking the faith of the ruling Party in their technological capabilities.

Shooting shark

There was going to be a joke here about Skynet and cloud-computing going awry, but then I thought, why spoil a perfectly good display of shark-finned meteorology?

It's Friday in the civilised world, hepcats are jiving

Product may differ from picture

Well, Smut said, I'm going off trainspotting for a month or two, can you be in charge of the Christmas decorations?" What could one do? Particularly as pre-testing of the Riddled Christmas Ale meant that I would be incapable of speech for 18 hours (it's got cherries and nuts in it). Some of this is a little tableau thingo with the Christmas flower who is baby Jesus and his joined up tennis racquets. And some is implements for the three wise Entomologists. I dunno. THE LETTERS DON"T SEEM TO MATCH UP!!!!
Feck it, I might just have a Ziggy Christmas card on my mum's record player going round and round