keresaspa: (Starry Plough)
With what moral authority can they speak of human rights — the rulers of a nation in which the millionaire and beggar coexist; the Indian is exterminated; the black man is discriminated against; the woman is prostituted; and the great masses of Chicanos, Puerto Ricans, and Latin Americans are scorned, exploited, and humiliated? How can they do this — the bosses of an empire where the mafia, gambling, and child prostitution are imposed; where the CIA organizes plans of global subversion and espionage, and the Pentagon creates neutron bombs capable of preserving material assets and wiping out human beings; an empire that supports reaction and counter-revolution all over the world; that protects and promotes the exploitation by monopolies of the wealth and the human resources of whole continents, unequal exchange, a protectionist policy, an incredible waste of natural resources, and a system of hunger for the world?


keresaspa: (Starry Plough)
So, Dublin then. Spent a heck of a lot more money than I should have but what the hell, it's not for framing and you can't take it with you! Mostly on music as I must say the music shops down there are a mile better than what we have in Belfast. Arrived down on Thursday and began my purchasing in the hidden book and record shop on Wicklow Street where a double album version of Symarip's Skinhead Moonstomp and a BBC sessions album for Fairfield Parlour and Kaleidoscope kicked things off, before a stop over at South Great George's Street market added Sleater-Kinney's The Hot Rocks, the Edgar Broughton Band's Wasa Wasa and best ofs from the Upsetters and the Harry J All Stars to the ever growing pile. It was then onto the finest branch of Tower Records going where the prog and psych section is perhaps the best I have seen in a physical shop anywhere. Albums by The Fool, Banco del Mutuo Soccorso, the Magicians, Plastic Penny, Harvest Flight, Sarolta Zalatnay and Bakery, as well as some Mark Wirtz lunacy in Philwit & Pegasus and a Dandelion singles box set made quite a dent in the old bank balance but will give me hours of listening pleasure and so justify themselves. That's my excuse anyway.

I wasn't finished there, mind you, as Friday was another day. I did a bit of book shopping to begin with and was able to satisfy one of my more peripheral interests by picking up some New Testament Apocrypha in Chapters before a quick duke in the Sinn Fein Shop where I was able to nab Fidel Castro's autobiography and a starry plough flag for reasonable prices. I wasn't done with buying the music of course - HMV turned up Os Mutantes and Fu Manchu, a return trip to Tower Records on Wicklow Street (where I could happily have bought the place out) added Clare Torry's "Heaven in the Sky", Bobby Callender's "Rainbow" (at last), eponymous albums by Samurai and Walrus, "Honest Injun" by Granny’s Intentions and "The Going’s Easy" by The Greatest Show on Earth to Thursday's haul. On the way back I even managed to pick up stuff by Professor Longhair and Prince Far I and the Trojan Nyahbinghi Box Set on O'Connell Street. Rock and indeed roll!

Absolutely done out now as a consequence of two days solid traipsing but all in all a very productive and enjoyable little diversion. Good show! Meanwhile, I really should be in bed so if you'll excuse me....

For F sake

Feb. 27th, 2008 03:11 pm
keresaspa: (Tommy Cooper)
A lack of output yesterday as you probably didn't notice. The reason for that was that I did not feel up to coming here after leaving the dentist. Yes, it was back to that sod again. A quick once over revealed that my yanked out tooth area is finally starting to heal as it should, which is about time given that it is still a bit sore nearly three weeks after the event. A tooth near the front on the top left also needed to be filled, or rather refilled as the existing one was coming loose. A bit of a pain in the proverbials, although admittedly when I had beef for my supper last night the obligatory pain it always causes on the top left was gone so Mr. Dentist must have done something right. Luckily that's my lot until he sends for the standard six month check-up. Thank God! I can take the needles and the fillings but I really cannot stomach the scraping and cleaning - that stuff is as close to unbearable as a procedure can get.

And in case anybody is wondering, no, we did not get any earthquakes in Belfast.

Anyway I will now go ahead and present that meme where you get a letter and list ten things you like beginning with that letter and explain the. Being the mucky pup that he is [livejournal.com profile] burkesworks has given me the dirtiest letter of the alphabet. You know the score, if you want to do it ask for a letter and I will oblige with a guarantee that Q, Z and X will not be supplied.

FRANK ZAPPA - I'm not sure if you're supposed to take surnames as the letter or not but what the hell, eh? If you can fit the genius of Frank in somewhere then you do.

FOOTBALL - Still the greatest sport there is despite the overabundance of prima donnas. You can keep your rugby, cricket, basketball and lacrosse, there's nothing to beat the agony and ecstasy of the Albion.

FOCUS - One of the bands I grew up with really and, although I haven't listened to them too much recently that is entirely by accident. Can't beat the Dutch prog-meisters for a bit of noodling really.

FAIRUZ - What's not to like about a Lebanese woman wailing about Beirut? One of the first non-European foreign language acts I ever investigated and at least partially responsible for my penchant for big-voiced women from the Mediterranean basin.

FEGS - Or fags if you are in England or most certainly not fags if you are in the United States. When the old hands start to quiver or you get the buzz in the back of the head there is nothing quite like a Berkeley Red to sort things out. Back of the net!

FISH - I love goldfish, I love books about fish and I love eating the little buggers.

FEZ - The comedy hat of choice for both Tommy Cooper and all the painfully unfunny wannabes who have followed him. You'll be unsurprised to learn that a fez is the only hat owned by this painfully unfunny wannabe.

5.6.7.8's - Cooky Japanese all-girl rock complete with poor pronunciation of music. Like Fairuz they started a theme within my musical taste and my copy of "Bomb the Rocks" remains my best end of the line, everything must go, we're cutting our own throats here, clearance sale purchase ever. Plus who else could do a song called "Smilly Willy" and get away with it? Pity they're only known for "Woo Hoo" really.

FIDEL CASTRO - Got to be topical have I not? I may not agree with everything he has ever said and done but Fidel remains worthy of respect for resisting the most bellicose country in the world for all these years. He'll be a loss to Cuba and to the world as we take another step towards the grand world empire of America.

FORMBY, GEORGE - OK, I'm breaking my Zappa clause from earlier but F is not an easy letter to fill and the master of the silly song/slapstick humour cross that is sadly absent from modern entertainment is always worthy of a mention.
keresaspa: (Fidel Castro)
Well the time has finally come as it seems one of the few bastions of opposition to a unipolar world, Fidel Castro, is to step down as President of Cuba. Although nothing has been set in stone it surely wont be long until the cancer of American "democratization" sweeps over Cuba and it gets some good old "liberation" too. Fifteen years from now I won't be surprised to see Republicano President Gloria Estefan announcing to the both the Cámara de representantes and Senado that she has brought a wonderful boon to her people by privatizing the health service to thunderous applause from her Partido Democrático opposition. I could launch in to a load of pro-Castro rhetoric now but I'll not bother and rather mourn the fact that it is one more step towards a homogenous world for good ol' Uncle Sam.
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So, I followed a bit of old Bushy's State of the Union address last night, in between lulls in the frighteningly addictive children's English test programmes that were polluting BBC Two. Pretty much what was to be expected: democracy great except where it turns up something I don't like then you're in for it; disarm or I'll bomb you; axis of evil; terrorism, terrorism, terrorism. Ho-hum. Nothing more to say on the matter, other than don't you just wish he stood up and said something like "I've made an arse of this, goodbye" or even "free mushy peas for everybody". Anything other than the same old ramble.

I notice this lark about Asians with beards getting it in the neck. What a farce! So it seems if you're not a westernized metrosexual you are automatically a terrorist! I swear, this country gets worse every day. What next, a Peter the Great style beard tax (I can see a twinkle Gordon Brown's one eye already) or will Blair just follow Saparmurat Niyazov and ban them outright before sending Jack Straw on to tell people that it is what Muslims want. Typical narrow-minded bollocks. I'm tempted to grow my own back in sympathy.

Got so bored by the telly last night that I set about trying to do some form of cataloguing of my book collection. I've been building them up over the years to the point where I've well and truly lost track of what I've got. Going through them last night I wondered what the rozzers would make of it all if they ever raided my house (as used to be a common occurrence in Belfast in the old days). Amongst the authors featured are Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Ho Chi Minh, Stalin, Dimitrov, Mao, Hoxha, Hitler, Mussolini, Oswald Mosley, John Tyndall, Saddam Hussein, Qaddafi, Nyerere, Khomeini, Castro, James Connolly, Gerry Adams, the Romanian Communist Party and whatever moron wrote The Protocols of the Elders of Zion. I may shelve said cataloguing plans, lest I end up in the hoosegow for my trouble.

Well, that's all for now. I really must get on and do a bit of work. Lamtumirë.
keresaspa: (WBA)
As part of the old NTL TV package malarkey Northern Ireland users get a go at the old southern boob-tubery that is RTE. Part of this means the free broadcasting of a live English premiership match at 3 PM on a Saturday (something that even Sky Sports aint allowed to do) and this weekend it was the Baggies taking on the shitfaces themselves*. Well, I'm sorry I even bothered. What an abject display of pure Bryan Robson that was. After taking a point off the Arsenal last time out I was hoping for far better and as usual Greening was knocking his pan and even got the better of that rooster nose Roy Keane in a couple of midfield tussles. But to then lose 3-0 and to a double from Paul "red all over" Scholes. Pure rubbish. As if that wasn't enough Thistle lose after the woefully unambitious appointment of Craig Brewster as manager and them wee lice Dundee climb off the bottom and put Rangers back on top. Were it not for the Reds doing over Institute and the solace of Buckfast (plus watching the Miss World heats in the early hours of Sunday morning like the archaic old sexist that I am- Greece to win) I'd be reet hacked off.

A welcome meanwhile to newest reader [livejournal.com profile] fluffmitten and I'll do my thing by jumping on the latest bandwagon. Strangely apt, methinks.



      
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