phil-c.bsky.social
Retired wordsmith, now living on a hill-top in the West Riding
Vānaprastha
Green Socialist
English European
The paradise that you will find
Lies deep within your very own mind
Know the seer, know the seer
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The very same.
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Would these idiots be warning of "a pandemic of over-prescription" if the illness was diabetes?
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Yes. Released 22 October 1976, over a month before the Sex Pistols debut.
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Is she ripping each page out as she finishes it?
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For those curious about the backing track, it's NKOTB:
youtu.be/tbIEwIwYz-c?...
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A sphincter says "Watt"?
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Bought it, read it, loved it.
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I suspect many of us will want to read it for the inside on life with Siouxsie.
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Yes, it's quite symbolic that Boss Godfrey's mirror shades get broken at the end of the film.
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She also has that Head Girl air of sniffy arrogance that drove Sir Lindsay to a stuttering rage.
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My girlfriend gave me Titus Groan to read in 1972. Snap!
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Fashion tip supplied by the Tonton Macoute
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He and Matt Monroe are my favourite male singers of that era. Matt & Nat.
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You can have any car you like as long as it's a Trabant.
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Endless engagement nagging always reminds me of being in a Moroccan souk with beggars tugging at your sleeve for baksheesh.
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Memories of Take Three Girls on the telly.
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I always wondered why they were called "twitchers".
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I used to work for Ladbrokes. There's a reason why there are three cashiers in a shop taking money and only one paying out.
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Or a dial at least.
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You need to Stamp this out.
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I like yours too Mark. There's a definite hint of Wainwright in your fell drawings.
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Remember to ask for the Radcliffe Camera. And no, I don't know why it's called that 😀
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Start a couple of pages from the end. If you don't like it, you won't have wasted too much time.
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At least in America they publish photos of the wealthy string-pullers standing in front of Trump.
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That's better than a photo. I love the detail.
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Good to see the Bull Ring market again. I used to love shopping there.
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"lightweight"
<facepalm>
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It's Graham Lister.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=je21...
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He needs to have a word with the person who hired her.
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It's a healthcare app. Looks legit to me, similar to one I use called Airmid UK.
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And broken teeth at the same time if you slipped the wrong way. Oof!
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Willy Wonka?
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Imagine trying to get to bed up those stairs after a night on the Special Brew.
And that back yard. Looks like something you'd find in a high-security prison.
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Having inspiring slogans on the wall has definite North Korean re-education camp vibes.
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www.theguardian.com/music/2020/a...
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Sergeant Mick Belker!
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It's Nero fiddling again, isn't it?
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Deep and meaningless.
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La Tête Carrée in Nice is worth a visit.
www.seenice.com/sights/tete-...
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The Beast In Berlin
I have a soft spot for Christopher Isherwood, David Bowie, and Mr Crowley.
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Love the tiny figure of a woman who looks like she's on the phone.
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I once lived on the top floor of a 5-storey townhouse in Rotterdam. There were times after a night in the local kroeg that I had to climb up the stairs on my hands and knees.
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I can see my house!