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Oh my fat one!
Okay, before I go any further, I should point out that I really don’t care whether you hate Meatloaf and think that the music of the aforementioned man boobies (moobies) is utter turd or not. I am off to see da Loaf O Meat in concert, and bloody pleased to do so….but…I have a gripe.
Firstly, I went to my first gig 17 years ago! ManOwar of all the bands!. But thats forgettable. However, I have seen many gigs in my short life including the likes of Nirvana, where I got to spit on Cobain but was grungey, Overkill and other such black denim clad thrashers…Anthrax for example, White Zomebie, Danzig, Motorhead…the list goes on!!!!! Anyway…OH…YEA…this girl who is a civilian of 21 years AGE drove to work in her poxy SUzuki the other day and all I could hear was Nickleback blearing out of her tin speakers! “I hate Nickleback”, I said to her as she alighted her vehicle. “Surprised you even know who they are”, she retorted.
I killed her instantly. Ninja like!
Okay..I didnt, but shouldve.
Anyway…
Meatloaf. £85.oo for two tickets, and they werent even the best seats! EIGHTY FIVE! Oh my god! How do they make a profit at these places? Pffft! My first gig cost me next to nowt! In fact, I remember seeing Nirvana for £12.00 per ticket!
Makes me sick.
Its a good job Im now 32 and can afford such money and not 16 again with little more than fluff in my pockets, on my chin and a working my arse off just for a tape copy of Kill Em All.
Anyway. Meatloaf, however crap YOU think they are fall into my “Bands I must see before I die” list. This list did include Queen with Freddy Mercury and the SRV (Stevie Ray Vaughan), but seems I lucked out there.
Of interest, who is on your must see list?
Mobs list is Celine Dion and Boney M! Is true. Go see MySpace.
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..between Possible and Realistic.
 A son asked his Father what the difference was between Realistic and Possible.
The Father replied, “Go ask your mother whether she would sleep with Robert Redford for one million pounds, and then go ask your Sister whether she would bed Brad Pitt for one million pounds.”
 So the son went off and found his Mother.
“Mother, would you sleep with Robert Redford for one million pounds?”
“Of course I would”, she replied. “I would be a fool to pass that up!”
Hmm, thought the Boy and off he went to find his Sister.
“Sister, would you sleep with Brad Pitt for one million pounds?”
“Hell yea!”, she cried. “I would SO do that man!”
Hmm, thought the boy.
A day later, and after much thought, the boy went back to his Father.
“Well son. Did you work out the difference?”
“Yes Dad” the boy replied.
“It is a possibility that we stand to make two million pounds! Realistically though…we live with two slappers!”
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I always wondered what the end of the world would look like. Now I know. Let’s face it - we’re doomed. Each time I pick up a paper or catch a bulletin, the news is 15% worse than before. Seriously, if I switched on the TV and they were showing live footage of an army of fire-breathing pterodactyls machine-gunning people to death on the streets of London right outside my door, I’d be horrified, but not entirely surprised, nor any more scared than I already am. I’d probably just shrug and wait for them to smash the door down.
We’re so screwed, I don’t even know what to worry about first. Terrorist extremists? Yeah, they’re frightening - but what about those North Korean nukes? Or global warming, come to think of it? I need a personal bloody organiser to sort it out - a gizmo that’ll set me a “timetable of concern” just so I can break down my overall sense of creeping dread into manageable, bite-sized flurries of panic. Otherwise, I’m in danger of forgetting to worry about some things - like bird flu, for instance. I haven’t seriously crapped myself about that since, ooh, February? Whenever it was, a top-up’s long overdue.
I’m not the only one. I was reading a George Monbiot piece about climate change on the Guardian website the other day, and it painted such a bleak vision of our potential future, I swear I physically felt my will to live draining through the soles of my feet, as though it were being flushed out of me and replaced with a sort of heavy, porridge-like despair.
Below the article, in the comments section, a passer-by remarked, “I have two pieces of advice for anyone reading this: 1) Keep an overdose-sized supply of sleeping pills stashed away that is sufficient for yourself, your family and anyone else you care about. 2) When things start getting bad, use them.” And this was one of the cheerier entries.
Still, the news isn’t always violently upsetting. No. Sometimes the bad headlines turn out to be a false alarm - like the other day, when early reports of a second 9/11 happening RIGHT NOW turned out to be a comparatively minor accident involving a light aircraft. Can’t be much fun being one of the victims, of course - for one thing, you’ve just been killed, and for another, your death was announced by an anchorman mopping his brow, and drowned out by a worldwide sigh of relief - but for the rest of us, it was the closest we’ve come to hearing good news in ages.
With this in mind, perhaps news journalists everywhere would like to make our lives a little more bearable by running several deliberately petrifying and utterly fabricated stories a week, just so the genuine terrifying stuff feels a bit less terrifying by comparison. And at the end of the week, simply reveal which stories were true, and which were fake. That way, we’ll spend our last few years on Earth feeling like we’ve lived through a string of lucky escapes, rather than a protracted, dispiriting meltdown.
Start with the pterodactyl example. A week later, invent a health scare - some new hyper-contagious disease that makes your eyes boil and burst and run down your cheeks. The gorier the better. Then invent some bogus knuckle-whitening bullshit about a maniac on the Korean peninsula who’s got hold of a nuclear bomb and … Oh. Oh bugger.
When I joined the British Military, part of the mindset was “protect your anonimity”. I was brought up surrounded by the fear of Republican Terrorism, or the IRA as you might subject it. Today, the Forces take a slightly different approach in terms of how you might conduct yourself on the streets. Young, new recruits are given a greater freedom to present and introduce themselves as serving members, but still..within myself and I am sure…many of my peers of years, we still struggle with the whole “face in the crowd” shit.
I regularly think up and write blogs which i think would be of interest, but never publish them due to the over riding fear within me. And thats a shame, but I realise it. A few yeas back, never were there the forums that there are now, with such expression and political injection from the serving fraternity. Indeed, to be a member of the forum in which my own kind resides, you have to submit your name, rank and service number as a certification of being the genuine article. Something I wont do
However, I have a recurring vision. It always comes to me, alone. Its me talking with Mr Blair and my bosses and it is always about why I am leaving the services and turning my back on that which drove me all those years previous and how they try and tell me..”its all right”. Well, to those who dont have that vision, good on you. But, its not one born from madness, but rather the fight within me to realise and come to terms with the world as it is and the effect it has had on me and will continue to do so if I remain in this profession. And therein lies the problem. Is it a bad sign that I think how I do or a sign of clarity that I realise life has changed, my profession is not the one I joined, but something else. Or have I just had enough?
You can take the man out of the service, but not the service out of the man. So they say.
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I would like to really tell you things as I see them. Explain my side. Perhaps a release would let me. At the end of the day..I need anonymity. Those are the walls that make you safe.
Tricky isnt it.
Stroh 80 - the 160 Proof Rum - thats 80% alcohol. It smells harsh but tastes sweet and smooth, especially with coke. I am posting this because I want to. It may be 1 to 2 percent real rum mixed with a neutral alcohol distilled from molasses, sugar cane, grain, and potatoes. yum. Some use it for cooking, I prefer it with coke and ice.
“Stroh is made from genuine overseas rum (sugar cane distillate) and is turned into a “spiced rum” (product category) by adding a small number of components after a secret, traditional recipe held by the Stroh family.
The original rum is not a barrel-aged rum. It is stored in casks for a period of up to 3 years. The “secret” components of the final product apart from rum are basically natural herbs and spices as well as a touch of vanilla.
The brand Stroh is over 170 years old. Stroh is well known in over 30 countries. Over 10 million bottles are sold every year. Stroh 80 has cult appeal, being ABV 80% VOL or 160 Proof! Stroh has an unmistakeably unique aroma and flavour - Regarded by many as the finest dark Inlander rum.
For more than 170 years Stroh-branded spirits and liqueurs stand for outstanding quality and exceptional taste. In 1832 Sebastian Stroh started the unrivalled Austrian story of success. Ever since, Stroh is keeping pace and continues to surprise permanently with new, innovative products. Stroh clearly stands out from the regular range of “Inlander Rum” products simply by its unique aroma and is the one and only champion of its segment.
Quality does not stop at Austrian borders. Stroh is available in more than 30 countries, appreciated for it?s particular aroma and great taste. The brand Stroh represents Austrian art and quality of life.”
“STROH stands for ‘the spirit of Austria’. This rum is the favourite in Austria and Germany and produces over 10 million bottles a year. It can be used as a base for many cocktails or can be drank with a dash of cola or simply over ice. Drinking this 80 % ABV member of the STROH family is described as an extreme sport, and is not for the faint hearted!”
“At 80% alcohol (160 Proof) many are pleasantly surprised by the complex aroma and unique taste that is converting them to the joys of STROH 80.”
“STROH 80 is THE Cult Drink”
“Stroh 80 is considered too inflammable to have anywhere on an airplane”
First Earth Battalion - Crazy Rulers of the World - The Predator - Psychic work of the US Army - Killing a goat by staring at it…
I read the book, here are the interview videos.
How many more mistakes can Bush make in his remaining time as Commander in Chief / President elect?
What are we doing trying to secure our borders with a fence? Obviously there is more to the plan than just a fence… but come on. Do we have huge borders between us and Canada? No. And why not? Probably because they like where they are. Why not spend the millions of dollars and maybe help out the people who risk their lives to come here? I guess that would cost too much? Too much corruption? Whatever. I cant change anything. Bye bye millions of tax dollars spent on a fence to slow down illegal immigrants. When they have nothing else to live for, they will try everything to get through…
