Important Information

This blog has been hacked, yet again. I’m still trying to find a good alternate way of doing things.
In the meantime here’s some important information:

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Oh What A Lovely World

Both of my working e-mail addresses have been taken out, yet again.

But I don’t really care anymore. I’ll go take a walk in the fields with the cows and sheep.

Talking of which, ask the covid believers if they know of anyone who actually has this illness or has died of it. Or ask them if they know of anyone who knows anyone, etc. The answer is always zero. They’ll say that they know people who have been ill, this during the normal cold and flu season (you couldn’t make it up!).

The power of the media, ay, to make people believe total bollocks.

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World Doctors Association Responds to BBC Panorama Hit Job

Make up your own mind…

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Forever Changed

This one is so pertinent to what’s going on at the moment

Following the death of Andy Warhol, who died from a routine gall bladder operation in 1987 (I know, not much of a rock ‘n roll death), in 1990 Lou Reed and John Cale came together to make an album called Songs for Drella, as a tribute to Warhol. It was their first collaboration since the Velvet Underground days, when Warhol was their manager.

Sadly, Lou Reed finally managed to drink himself to death in 2013. John Cale is still alive and kicking, and now has pink hair and lectures kids about the dangers of drugs (good on him) . When Cale and Reed made Songs For Drella, both of them were totally whacked on heroin, and God knows what else. Nethertheless, Songs For Drella remains as one of the best albums made in the last 40 years (not least because of all the history behind it). This track is called Forever Changed. Anyone wearing a shirt collar like John Cale must have been whacked on something…

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How To Use An Electric Guitar…

On a soaking wet station platform in Manchester:

Sister Rosetta Tharpe is one of those people who are not generally known about. She quite literally started rock ‘n roll, long before Elvis & Co.

Tharpe grew-up in apartheid America, and thus didn’t have an easy life.

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The World we now live in

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New Nuremberg Trials

This site is under heavy attack again.

It gets so boring. Please fuck off you little pricks.

I’ll try it with just the URL:


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Don’t Get Angry, Get Even

I dunno, it’s difficult to bang on about the covid crap all the time. This recent one, though, made me laugh…

In France at the moment there’s no restrictions on how many people you can have in your home (that’s nice of the government, isn’t it), but there is a 6pm nationwide curfew (think about that) which allowed the police to break up a massive orgy taking place in a Paris suburb (see above).

The French government has been on the verge of bringing in a third lockdown. They backed down at the last moment, because these little tosser politicians know that there will be a revolution if they bring in further bullshit.

I’m not even going to give a preamble to the following songs. I say that fully aware that we are in history in the fast lane at the moment. So, some very angry music, starting with Sweet and Tender Hooligan

Well, that made me feel a bit better, but my blood pressure is still not quite high enough. ‘Rattus Norvegicus’ was the debut album by The Stranglers, back in the day when there were some phenomenal debut albums. That’s all gone now, so enjoy your corporate controlled pap/crap. This track from ‘Rattus Norvegicus’ is called Ugly
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Haines, Alaska

Do you know how sometimes you come across a song that really takes you back to the past? This particular song is not just from a travel adventure, for me it’s also associated with a woman I was madly in love with…

Explorer George Vancouver was one of the first Europeans to visit this area. He named the deep fjord east of town Lynn Canal, after his home port of King’s Lynn in England. In 1879 the Chilkats invited naturalist John Muir and Presbyterian minister S. Hall Young to establish a mission and school at the current site of Haines. The settlement soon grew, with clapboard Victorian houses and tidy, fenced yards. Nowadays it’s the venue for the Southeast Alaska State Fair and Music Festival, which is held each August. You can sometimes see humpback and killer whales in the deep waters of Lynn Canal.

Yup, Haines looked a real dandy place, yet I drove straight on through to the ferry terminal, which was a few miles further up the Lynn Canal. I then received the bad news: an extremely pleasant young lady behind a sheet of glass told me that all the southbound ferries were booked solid. Well, how solid is solid, I asked? She tapped away at her computer terminal and frowned. The next available space for a car going south was in eight days time. By way of an apology she told me that next week the tourist season was almost over and there’d be more space on the ferries.

Beautiful as Haines is, I couldn’t afford to spend eight days there. Hmm… maybe I could spend the winter in Haines, and get my masterpiece written? I pondered on this idea, but not for long. Haines is a very small town and with the tourist season over it seemed an unlikely place to find work for a down-on-his-luck Englishman without a work permit. If I was going to stay on in North America for the winter I needed to earn some money. I’d left the golden opportunity for this behind in Fairbanks. Therefore I needed to head down south, back to civilisation and a job market.

I’d spent the best part of the day driving down the Haines Highway, and spectacular as the scenery was, I had no desire to spend most of tomorrow driving back up it. I consulted a big area map on the wall of the ferry terminal. Skagway seemed to be the answer, just ten miles further up at the end of the Lynn Canal. From Skagway I could drive back to the Alaska Highway, thereby saving hundreds of road miles.

The pleasant young girl said there’d be no problem taking the ferry to Skagway. That was northbound. At this time of the year everyone was heading southbound at the end of their Alaska vacations. The northbound ferries were largely empty. The next one left at 5am the following morning. I booked myself and the car on the ferry and then headed back into town.

Back in Haines I found Saturday night in full swing. There are only three bars in the town. I avoided the rowdiest one and the quietest one and went for the mid option, a joint called the Blue Lobster. I had a steak there and watched the Saturday night rituals taking place around me. You know that feeling you have, when you’ve just eaten a big and satisfying meal, and are sipping beer, or whatever? That’s how I felt, an outsider in this small community in the middle of nowhere. It was the night of the full moon. A huge golden globe hung over the fjord, throwing twilight across the surrounding mountains and forests. The juke box had been playing all night, and then someone put on Neil Young’s Harvest Moon

The above text excerpt is from The Yukon Queen.


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When you make animals afraid you can make them submit to just about anything, including their own incarceration. But some animals don’t submit to fear, or aren’t aware of it (ibex are wild mountain goats – I’ve encountered a few of them in my time)…

Likewise, the following is one of the most incredible human achievements you will see in your lifetime…

We have to do much smaller things in order to face up to the tyranny we’re up against, yet most people still appear too afraid to do so.


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Tulips From Amsterdam

There’s been major riots in Holland this weekend, ignited because the Dutch authorities have introduced a 9pm curfew (the entire Dutch government resigned recently over a financial scandal). The MSM are mainly reporting riots taking place in Amsterdam and Eindhoven, but honest broadcasters will tell you that the disturbances were widespread in towns and cities all across Holland, with many describing it as the worst civil disturbance in modern Dutch history. Here’s a short summary from Amsterdam yesterday…

Over the weekend there were also major anti-lockdown riots in Denmark, but that’s been going on since last summer.

Back to Holland, this video has been doing the rounds: a woman at the Eindhoven protest was hit at close range by a water canon. She was smashed against a wall and quite badly injured…
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A Pissed off Pub Owner in Wales

I could write reams about what’s going on at the moment; another time. So, instead a pissed off pub owner in Wales. Warning: this short clip contains a lot of bad language (and you might have to unmute the sound on this video to hear it)…


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Lockdown Protest Songs

There’s actually been quite a lot of them, which the mainstream media will never tell you about. I’ll start with ‘Right Said Fred’, which for those unfamiliar are a London-based band formed by brothers Fred and Richard Fairbrass in 1989. Their achievements include number 1 hits in 70 countries including one US number 1, one UK number 1, and a number 1 in Japan. They were the first band to reach the number one slot in the US with a debut single since The Beatles. This track, released last year, when the covid stuff was starting to get really manic, is called We’re All Criminals

Van Morrison recently put out three anti-lockdown protest songs, in which he accused the government of being “fascist bullies”. ‘No More Lockdown’, ‘Born to Be Free’ and ‘As I Walked Out’ were written in opposition to the government’s coronavirus restrictions. This is No More Lockdown
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We Need Some Adults in the Room

With every week that goes by this corona crap just gets worse and worse. The question is, how much bullshit will people put up with..?


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Le Chant des Partisans

I live in a part of south west France where the Resistance were most active. In Chabanais, which is just down the road from me, there is the Rue du 1 Aout, a short road that ends at the riverbank, where there is a memorial to seven young members of the French Resistance who were shot dead by the Germans. The execution took place on 1st August 1944. The French Resistance, more formally known as the FTP (Francs Tireurs Partisans) and locally as the Maquis, were very active in this part of France, particularly after the D-day landings in June 1944. From January of that year the RAF started making air drops in the Chabanais area, supplies for the Maquis. In May of 1944 one of these RAF planes was shot down and the airmen were rescued by the Resistance. When the Normandy landings began the Maquis rose up against the Germans and their collaboraters, the GMR (Gardes Mobiles de Reserves). Neither side spared any mercies. A young woman in a wedding dress, on her way to a church near Chabanais to get married, was put up against a wall and shot by the Maquis for being a collaborator. A teacher at the Chabanais school was also put up against a wall. His pupils, under threat of death from the Germans, were forced to execute him.

The Marquis took control of Chabanais in July 1944. What became known as the Battle of Chabanais took place in August, when superior German forces entered the north side of the town. The Maquis blew-up the bridge across the river Vienne in an attempt to stop the German advance, but to little avail. Most of the south side of Chabanais was razed to the ground by the Germans. Lots of people died. A similar story can be found in many other towns and villages in this region. The worst massacre took place in Oradour-sur-Glane, which is about half way between Chabanais and Limoges. In June 1944 a German Waffen-SS company entered the village and began destroying it. The men of the village were taken to a barn and shot. The women and children were herded into the church, which was then torched. In all, 642 were killed, just about every inhabitant. After the war, on the orders of the then French president, Charles de Gaulle, Oradour-sur-Glane was left in its destroyed state, as a memorial to those who died. You can still go there now and see the burnt out cars and buildings, exactly as they were in 1944. To this day the German Occupation remains a painful memory for the French, even amongst the younger generation.

The Chant des Partisans was the most popular song of the Free French and French Resistance during World War II. The song was written by Anna Marly, who was born into a wealthy Russian noble family. Marly came to France at a very young age, just after her father was killed in the aftermath of the October Revolution. At the end of the Second World War, Chant des Partisans was put forward to be the French national anthem…


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