another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Friday, 31 August 2012

barrington levy

tried to post this last night but for some reason, [probably the fact that i'd wrapped myself around the best part of two bottles of merlot], this morning it had disappeared, oh well, let's try again, back in the day, the young loveless did a fair impression of 'sponge bob square pant's' everything was fresh and new, i soaked up popular culture, from sweaty punk rock gig's, northern soul's elitist, vinyl led, rare soul charge, [the original all-night, dancing, amphetamine head-rush, tunes to move you to tear's with the sheer emotion ] and then there was reggae, my first introduction was at school, the end of the skinhead era, before skinhead took on a more sinister angle, listening to my black mates dad's ska and rocksteady vinyl, then, waiting for the band's to come on the dj's dropping heavy dub  track's, this led to, in our town, i don't know about your's, a real culture clash, attending the dances at the west indian clubs, big soundclashes where the bass could give you a nose-bleed and even make you lose control of your bowel's, the legendary mark hancock blues party's on porter road, wednesday night's, yep, wednesday night's, how the fuck i made it to work thursday morning i don't know!
big bass speaker's,made out of chipboard, speaker leads taped to the floor with silver duct tape, white boy's, drinking red stripe and smoking herbal cigarettes, sound-systems and sticky carpet's, big dread's and that cafe on normanton road where we all used to congregate after hour's, post-punk rock, natty dread and punky reggae party, good tunes, good times, whatever happened to the youth?, they all look the same to me, there's no-such thing as 'youth-culture' now, [not that i consider myself a youth at the grand old age of 53] but really?  everyone wearing those baby-sick coloured, gathered ankle, low slung trouser's, no sock's and shit, no-name slip-on pumps?, they all look like they should be an extra in wham's club tropicana video, whatever happened to 'fuck-you', whatever happened to kicking against the jam's? whatever happened to youth culture and rebelling........ here's a tune by barrington levy.......

i buy too many book's me....

i buy too many book's me, i've been saving up my bonus from last year to put toward's a couple of air-fares for me and mr's b, the bonus isn't cash, it's a downloadable card, redeemable at 'selected outlet's', the airfare option went out of the window because the 'preferred supplier' was trying to have my pant's down, [in other word's, pay cash-get twice the value as opposed to using the 'redeemable card'] mr's b has been coveting one of the apple i-pad's, so i took the plunge and got her one, [and, i must admit, i'm embarassed, i got one too, well, what would you do?, i've got this card burning a hole in my arse pocket, it's got to be redeemed by the end of the month otherwise i lose it], like i've said in the past, i'm a fucking luddite me, i don't embrace technology easily, i've only had one fuel injected bike, one mono-shock bike in my life and that was my ducati, i've never owned a water-cooled bike, never, ever, total caveman approach i know, but, give me point's, a carb and inner-tubes, spoked wheels and anything you don't have to plug-in, download, up-load, something you can use a spanner on, a feeler gauge and i'm a happy bunny, happier than a bunny on acid, anyhoo, back to the plot, i-pad's, amazing, but you can't blog on them, what?, yep, you have to buy an 'app', [what the fuck's an app?, that's what i have at work after i've eaten my dinner, pull my cap down, 'don't talk to me, i'm having an app....'] these are some old-school book's i've scored recently, proper, printed on something called 'paper'..........

ryan

one of my favourite road racers, ryan farquhar, has decided to retire from the sport following the tragic death of his uncle, trevor ferguson, in wednesday's manx supertwins race, it's a brave decision for ryan to take, one of ireland's most succesful racers ever, with 44 tt, manx gp and southern 100 wins and numerous irish road race win's under his belt he has nothing left to prove to anyone, respect due ryan.........