Can’t seem to return the comments on his blog. I do hopes he takes up my offer to meet for a coffee. I remember going to draw Andy Burnem MP, just before he ate his way out of his pod and took up government. Is Mr Barlow brave enough to meet me?
My local paper has run a story in veiled homophobic terms about goings on at the Bristol downs. Hear is the original front page.A former Lord mayor is complaining that the chaps quietly cottageing is a huge danger to society. The Evening pist has picked this baton up with some very confused reporting about the safely to women at night on the downs because of this.???WTF???
Being a consumer of Catholtat, e.g. Virgin Mary ruler and pen sets, pope clocks, Vatican jewellery boxes, I am delighted to have found a rare and delightful example of protestant religious Tat. It’s a picture of hedgehogs with the quote about the wages of sin on it. One can only imagine you have to sit on a hedgehog for eternity. The Giants causeway has been invaded by German plastic bag people.
'Photo of real rocks at sunset on a promenade in NI'.
The lips of time bear down, like the hairy mouth of the well-meaning kindly old women who play's piano at Balett,for flushed fat little girls and the embarrassed boy in tights,
Should have been Captin, Captin kamikaze Guinness now. And is so with in his rights; the medals for real life would tip him sideways. Sill jealous of her, middle age and still makes me look like a rugby aunt. Made of steel cast in gold.
Know now, that Irish society now holds together with out a hint of police. Col. Sanders see the boys in bluebottle more then most.
The North coast has motorbikes in its blood; they found the Holy Grail of posttraumatic stress syndrome need for adrenalin. It’s the painted curb that looks so good. Nether red, blue, green and gold, It’s the white stripe of racing. A flash of impact. To selfless love, of the motorbike racer, hes so entertaining, his passing so fast then devastating. Its white rock brilliant against the fucken grey.
Gnarly old Irish bloke in real fisherman’s pub.” So you enjoying your Holladay?” Me”Iv seen my first wild dolphin to day and Iv waited 38 years to see it” “Youuurr ree aaa” He pin balls as fast as he can down the mustard crumbling airtex corridor, away from me. Parked me space ship behind the pub.. Its been a perfict day. Grand.
We all had to kiss her at the end of every Ballit class, that scary hairy mouth of the piano player. A small price to pay for being a flower.
The panel will include the Deputy Leader of the Labour Party Harriet Harman, the chairman of the Conservative Party Caroline Spelman, the Liberal Democrat spokesman on housing Lembit Opik, the author and columnist for The Mirror Tony Parsons and the right-wing commentator Simon Heffer.
Did this reacently for someone who’s rather blooming lovely and likes a bit o dolly. Idear was ripped from 'D' joke and 'j' said there is a kids tv puppit who likes her who has a mono brow. Yes I know its not the right spelling.
Had a chat with Tony Ben. He’s been bugged by the police over his career but still finds the time to turn up at the demo in their baseball cap. He was voicing his surprise at the current policy of alienating the police force.
I took my kid to see him talk many years ago when she was two. After I asked her what she thought of him. She replied that he was’ ruff and sticky’.
Had the urge several times to shout 'Anyone have the time?' during the march. The pubs round westminster did not know what hit them by lunch time.
I was very interested in what would happen when we entered the demonstration exclusion zone, the sky didn’t fall down but it was full of choppers, you could cut the atmosphere outside the home office with a knife.
I was invited to come and observe the march by artist and WPC ‘X’. On the way down to London on the coach, my national express bus was passed by coach’s full of hung over, confused, jolly and apprehensive police. They were unmistakeable. The people that will walk into rock clubs with creases in there trousers. . A text exchange with ‘X’ confirmed that her coach load of cops had already been mooned at by another coach load of cops on the motorway.
As I came round the corner of Achilles way, It’s hard to describe the shock of being among so many policemen.