tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148906972024-03-23T17:52:16.475+00:00* Happiness not included.... found printed on the arse end of life.Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.comBlogger261125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-91896031685319926302008-11-24T10:28:00.002+00:002008-11-24T10:31:14.997+00:00MothballedHmmm. As you can see from the last post... which was back in September. I really cant be arsed anymore.<br /><br />Shame really as there's been a ton of stuff I could of blogged about. I guess my therapy here is done.<br /><br />So long..... and thanks for all the fish.Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-47909283588387107302008-09-22T10:16:00.002+01:002008-09-22T10:26:08.271+01:00If I could be arsed.....I think I'd like to have the 90's removed from history. I really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> think anything significant actually happened.<br /><br />The music was awful, comedy was shite, video games lame and "Marathon" bars became "Snickers".<br /><br />My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">disappointment</span> runs deep<br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05_03/MaraSnicksDM_468x308.jpg" border="0" />Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-47994656335479054792008-09-01T11:32:00.007+01:002008-09-01T14:00:15.262+01:00Oh...there you are!Well, well, well....<br /><br />How naughty of me. Leaving you all here on your own. Well, never mind, I'm back now.<br /><br />Whats that? My long hair and beard suits me? well, thank you. I think it makes me look more, well...... hairy.<br /><br />So where was I? oh yes, patronising my dwindling audience and dumbing down the overall experience to the level of Day Time TV.<br /><br />Now, there's been a lot happening over the last 4 weeks since my last mistake brought me here. From deep penetrative sex to mountain climbing and beyond, it's been a bit of a roller coaster non of which I'm goning into detail about.<br /><br />apart from the mountain climbing....<br /><br />So, a year ago, pending my expectant hip operation I decided to climb a large hill in the lake district as a motivator to help me get well again. Well, it finally happened last weekend and nine of us managed to traverse "Helm Crag" in glorious conditions. Theres pictures to prove it too....<br /><center><br /><iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&user_id=58595125@N00&set_id=72157606979373135&text=The+Bionic+Hill+Climb" frameBorder="0" width="400" height="400" scrolling="no"></iframe><br/><small>Created with <a href="http://www.admarket.se" title="Admarket.se">Admarket's</a> <a href="http://flickrslidr.com" title="flickrSLiDR">flickrSLiDR</a>.</small><br /></center><br />I must say a massive thank you to the people who turned out to support me. Sharon, Aaron, Pooch, The Brummnies, Pete, Kat and not forgetting Liz who helped sooth my aching buttocks afterwards.<br /><br />PS: Oh yes, the summit.... well, Helm Crag has a very steep and (to me) suicidal sheer rock called the "Howitser". The ONLY person to reach the very top within our group was Aaron, who turned up wearing his work clothes and a tesco's bag filled with emergency rations of crisps and pop. Later we all agreed he was nothing more than a wippersnapper and had nothing to do with the majority of us being grossly overweight, 15 years his seniour and in need of oxygen.Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-8367569579005789842008-08-04T14:45:00.003+01:002008-08-04T14:52:58.494+01:00It's been awhile....<br /><br />and there's a ton of stuff I hould of blogged about... but havnt. But here's an easy one to get going with...<br /><br />I've just had Em staying with me for a week and it's been a blast! From Bocketts farm to a day on the beach at Littlehampton, it's been marvelous!<br /><br />Here's some pictures<br /><br /><iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&user_id=58595125@N00&set_id=&tags=Littlehampton" frameBorder="0" width="400" height="400" scrolling="no"></iframe><br/><small>Created with <a href="http://www.admarket.se" title="Admarket.se">Admarket's</a> <a href="http://flickrslidr.com" title="flickrSLiDR">flickrSLiDR</a>.</small>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-86625738581107667192008-07-15T17:27:00.003+01:002008-07-15T17:41:33.105+01:00I make my boss look stupid.....Thats the accusation I'm facing right now.... and I also dont respect my team members..... or something like that.<br /><br />...and all from an e-mail from the boss.<br /><br />The thing is I don't disagree, not entirely. I don't have any special powers to make my boss look stupid, just plain old "stating the bleedin' obvious" is more than sufficient to outline his inability to find his own arse with both hands.<br /><br />and as for "team" members, well. Lets just say the ones I don't respect are the ones who last saw employment selling shoes..... or in more specific cases, counting bricks on a building site.<br /><br />blah blah lar di dar...... we've heard it all before. I'm not gonna look for a new job, its far too entertaining watching the whole thing tear itself apart. If it comes to it, I'll document the entire HR encounter here, in this corner of reality I like to call home..<br /><br />Musical accompaniment to this post: Morcambe & Wise, Bring Me SunshineDelmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-13634066983823690472008-07-02T14:41:00.004+01:002008-07-02T15:57:10.261+01:00Less than a decade to get to the moon...<div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left">I had to see it for myself.... I just had to touch it's alloy/polycarbonate shell before I could even dare to think it was true.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">but there it was, shiny and new just out of the showroom. No dear reader, this item isn't mine and to be honest it's nothing special in its own right, its the huge hurdle the purchasee has had to vault to get to this dizzying conclusion of outright ownership.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Yes..... Pooch has finally bought a brand new motorcycle.<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">In recent years its become a running joke. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Pooch: "I'm test riding a [insert random bike make/model] this weekend"</div><div align="left">Me: "Ohh...... gonna chop in that Brough Superior you bought in 1926 for a model with electrics and those new fangled pneumatic tires are you?"</div><div align="left">Pooch: "well, you never know....." </div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218426386839384130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9kECjHbif1MfO1VsMGCx0xkcH25G1ccKgML9zrg0hYdefWs-Bg0aNivvGrGaGR4IH5qfcSDZrah47ZW1iCYQcnPSCdqUPNBvNuFUDGrSmdp7wC8F0Y0jqq2tgbpPDr6mzzupow/s200/racing+pooch.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pooch on his old ride: Taken just last week<br /></span></p><br />Ah, but we do know don't we..... in the 8 or so years I've been riding bikes Pooch has NEVER even been close to purchasing a new bike. I think he prefers to borrow them for a few hours then take 'em back to the showroom and informing the bemused salesman that "well, its nice but I don't think I need a bike with more than 3 gears"<br /><br />Even the prospect of saving money by getting rid of the nice man who walks in front of his bike waving a red flag didn't entice Pooch to a new purchase.<br /><br />So, when rumours within the bike industry surfaced that Pooch was about to re-ink his quill to sign for a new bike I almost bought an ounce of <a href="http://www.thetobacconist.com/product_info.php?products_id=50">Old Holburn</a>.<br /><br />Of course no one would believe him, Pooch had cried wolf too many times (I'm sure there's a pun in there somewhere).<br /><br />He'd turn up outside the pub on a Triumph or some other monstrosity, some of the really dunk punters would marvel at his "new" ride while the majority would simply turn away and tut to themselves knowing it was nothing more than a test ride machine.<br /><br />But now......its.... really....... here.<br /><br />Ok, so he's gone and bought a <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/motoring/graphics/2006/04/08/mfbike1.jpg">BMW</a> (he's getting on a bit you know) but at least its cylinders are vertical and there's no attachments for farming equipment. I think it may take a few months before Pooch gets the colour back in his wallet, sorry cheeks and he gets used to 4th gear and a crash helmet not made from leather.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2229/2080335969_9ed0a33fef.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I cant find the compression lever or the spark retardation handle!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-59957782240827214192008-06-22T18:53:00.004+01:002008-06-22T19:23:54.870+01:00So, the bunch of backsides that I work for have decided that no one will be getting a pay rise this year..... not because people think their products are shameful or their services revolve around spin, lies and excuses...no... its because the shares are HIGH and will probably go down and all the managers are having trouble fueling their 4 and 5 litre 4x4 SUV'S.<br /><br />It sounds like I'm upset, but I'm not, I've not had a pay rise in 5 years, not even inflation based rise. I'm just amazed at the excuses that are being used. No doubt next year will be "Sorry no pay rises as the company is washing its hair"<br /><br />as a result of the doubling of fuel prices over here and no pay rise I'll mostly having "Princes Tomato and Sardine Paste" for lunch in a bread buttie. Lovely.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVovrfEakpfPMfsv-Rrgi8rZFaaAhzEvvcAD-vhxp-gPMxtAchZ5f0MYV-tr5VNNodO9VUzHM0AKeTmeA-yWhHiZgnlaLOSniy3rO4buB0vhGap445hvsum2aKqKChcc3eXxh4Q/s1600-h/princes+ham+beef+paste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVovrfEakpfPMfsv-Rrgi8rZFaaAhzEvvcAD-vhxp-gPMxtAchZ5f0MYV-tr5VNNodO9VUzHM0AKeTmeA-yWhHiZgnlaLOSniy3rO4buB0vhGap445hvsum2aKqKChcc3eXxh4Q/s320/princes+ham+beef+paste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214772252043680850" border="0" /></a>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-34782717272331200152008-06-05T15:01:00.002+01:002008-06-05T15:29:31.269+01:00Bikes and Tight bandsSo many things so little time..... before I'm questioned about not doing "proper" work and blogging instead.. but here goes..<br /><br />Hmmm yes, I have bought myself a new bike.... and yes its the expensive <a href="http://www.motorcycledaily.com/30july04middle.jpg">BMW one</a>. Not too expensive as its second hand... sort of. Has 255 miles on the clock and was a BMW Staff bike. I collect it tomorrow.<br /><br />Also my Dad has had a heart attack.... well, he's had two, one last Wednesday but no-one believed him then another on Friday. My Niece said "he's been rushed into Middlesbrough Hospital"..... I don't know whats going on in the NHS but I'm unable to see how someone can be "rushed" to a hospital that's over 35 miles away..... especially as there's a perfectly good hospital 10 miles down the coast in Hartlepool....<br /><br />Anyhow, he's sort of OK, he's due out of hospital today as they have de-coked his arteries and told him to cheer up...... or something like that....<br /><br />Oh, and before someone else says it I will...... The new bike was ordered BEFORE the owld fella was ill.<br /><br />Anyhow, I thought this tune was kinda appropriate in the circumstance...... ok, perhaps inappropriate, but what the feck I'm going to hell anyway<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKa3DDCqLxA&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKa3DDCqLxA&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-53782152854871793562008-05-26T11:55:00.005+01:002008-05-26T12:46:04.502+01:00Dead Miners Boot<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedawson/2524188744/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="285" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2524188744_0fa433a687.jpg" width="398" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedawson/2524188744/">Dead Miners Boot</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/davedawson/">Delmonti</a>.</span></div><p>I know I know, another cop out posting. There are things going on, but I just cant be arsed to post them....... Hmmmm.. Ok then, here's a short rundown.<br /><br />Firstly, I should explain the photo. In my new photographic interests I'm collecting dead (discarded) gloves and shoes, and here's my latest..... Well, it was from a few years back but still counts.<br /><br />New bike possibility: I've test ridden, of all things, a BMW.... The <a href="http://www.totalmotorcycle.com/photos/2005models/2005-BMW-K1200Sc.jpg">K1200S</a> to be precise. Nice bike with unique features but not as powerful as the Blackbird and at £13000 it's bloody expensive....<br /><br />Sorry this was supposed to be short, here goes...<br /><br />Had to replace the sprockets and chain on the 'bird - £400<br />Shocks on the 'bird are shagged, Honda want £500+ (not gonna happen)<br />Bike Insurance is due - £200+<br />I'm having delusions of living a happy peaceful life with the woman of my dreams - so I've joined a dating site, the lack of interest is quickly returning me to my natural state of mind...... that and extreme self abuse.<br />I've been out in the countryside walking - thanks to Pooch who can read a map for the best routes that pass pubs with decent ale.</p><p></p><p></p><p>ps: I dont think there was a miner attached and burried under that boot.....</p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-48072902661583311562008-05-19T20:13:00.005+01:002008-05-19T20:42:40.280+01:00Fiddy cent...... thats 42 too manyNews has come informing me that after all these years my talent as a drummer has finally paid off. I can now hold my head up in the presence of the greats..... I can now be classed as a "professional" musician.<br /><br />You may remember a while back I "helped" out in a band.... and in the confusion recordings were made and they ended up being digitally minced and lightly sprayed with a mixture of CDIF and Miracle Grow and found their way onto iTunes and other <a href="http://www.emusic.com/album/Scree-Fatter-Richer-Wiser-MP3-Download/11216548.html">purveyors of lug candy</a>.<br /><br />Well, it would seem that "our boat has come in" in for form of our first Royalties payment. The band has the dubious task of having to split the sum of...... eight cents.<br /><br />I say dubious as I'm unsure how to split 4p amongst five people without causing a rift....... now, during the 80's I had an old jam jar full of 1/2P pieces...... I know it wouldn't solve the sum, but we could split fairly and send the remainder off to charity.... if I had a loft I'd check there first.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202174597536365026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvncBfl9jt-gL_kVBRFko_kw5SSnAByT_D7XSsuTJjEXljB8eyEKbNJnTJc_YX9BCHKE46CqA2vcjiiR2n8lr7qia8O_mr0XlBAaJhn7bTNUkVVEYPgi0wHk0SexJjdJDbaDK0g/s320/half-penny.jpg" border="0" />Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-89374910444073028932008-05-18T15:58:00.004+01:002008-05-18T16:01:09.374+01:00Dead Shoe at Virginia Waters<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedawson/2502279768/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2226/2502279768_00b9ca2ebb.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedawson/2502279768/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dead Shoe at Virginia Waters</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">, originally uploaded by </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/davedawson/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Delmonti</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></span></div><p></p><p>Found this kids shoe impaled on the entrance gates.... no doubt as a warning to other renegade wandering souls as to the fate held in store should they be found again.</p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-47124044468132656272008-05-11T08:37:00.002+01:002008-05-11T09:03:53.601+01:00It's not all 50 degree lean anglesOh.... it's been awhile then. <div><div><br /><div>I think the last 2+ years of blogging was more to do with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tramadol</span> than it was about me. Since kicking the habit I've felt a definitive decline in spewing forth meaningless <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">drivel</span>..... its a small price to pay for a more levelled <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">existence</span>.</div><br /><div>The Hip: is now more or less fixed. I was out in the garden playing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">badminton</span> with Em after doing a 2 mile walk to see the bluebell woods in <a href="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-vh/w-visits/w-findaplace/w-hatchlandspark/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hatchlands</span> Park</a> (<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedawson/tags/bluebells/show/">pictures here</a>)</div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2443957288_7fe7e2ec23_b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Last weekend was my first real bike tour since the op. A 4 Day tour of Devon with an average of 200+ miles a day (no straight roads in sight)..... and it was marvelous! (<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedawson/sets/72157604918756625/show/">Pictures here</a>)</div><br /><br /><div></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2471555214_135043ee0b_b.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div>So I guess this is probably the start of the slowdown with blogging. No doubt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">there'll</span> be the odd one or two posts, but nothing like the flood from the past...... unless it all goes horribly wrong of course.</div></div>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-53216922760680449572008-04-30T07:54:00.004+01:002008-04-30T08:02:35.619+01:00Sandals not recommended<div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2453267785_d4f863cf8d_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2453267785_d4f863cf8d_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">"Doing the shitkickers waltz"</span></div><br />No lights and a "Park" at one end can only result in either a mugging or a shoe full. A perfect venue for <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/strictlycomedancing/">Strictly (celebrity) Come Dancing </a>I think.Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-87521619727506581462008-04-25T07:29:00.003+01:002008-04-25T07:39:20.360+01:00are you the gatekeeper?<div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2107/2440591828_d8ebeb82cc_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2107/2440591828_d8ebeb82cc_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">These gates were found on my daily walk to work, praying to be unlocked?<br /></span></div>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-51022130346305192112008-04-22T07:38:00.002+01:002008-04-22T07:47:33.275+01:00Ballet & Brownies<div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2418417969_32307d8842_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2418417969_32307d8842_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> I found this sad and lonely soul struggling to cross the road this morning,,,, still dragging its long dead comrades</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-23054545316826915772008-04-14T06:52:00.002+01:002008-04-14T07:15:42.746+01:00Who me? I'm doing fine thanks.I was wide awake at 5am this morning. No reason for it, just was.<br /><br />I'll still be late for work tho'.... I say late, but the only person concerned seems to be me, so I'm not sure that counts.<br /><br />I have this urge to walk into work, but there's a drawback. It means I have to stay "at work" during lunch, and I sort of need that hour to remove myself from the building..... it's like a cleansing... as this place makes you feel mentally "dirty" and the people suck the very soul from you.<br /><br />All last week I solved this by driving into work, then at lunch time driving home, having lunch then walking back to work. It worked out quite well, although there's no benefit to the environment as I still pump out gallons (or should that be liters? or tonnes?) of CO2 from driving the car....... but hold on....... that's right....... I couldn't give a flying fat fuck about the made up shit about our next "end of the world" crap.<br /><br />Do you remember the 70's when the last drop of oil was months away? or perhaps the Acid Rain killing off all of our oxygen giving forests? Still not enough? Don't forget the hole in the ozone layer which will mean radiation poisoning on a global scale. Did I mention Aids? or perhaps Bird Flu, and what about Super TB, and don't even think of eating a cows spine!<br /><br />Yes, all crap. Believed by gobby women and blokes who want to get into their knickers or make a buck or two from it.<br /><br />Just for the hell of it I'm gonna leave all the lights on in the flat today and turn on as many devices at work as I can.<br /><br />I've just read that back...... must be Monday.Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-89770975481833070102008-03-30T10:28:00.002+01:002008-03-30T10:42:53.823+01:00Two new tunes that have made me smile....and "by the power of Grayskull" do I need it right now.<br /><br />Here's the first, which is probably more predictable if you know me...<br /><br />Tankus the Henge's <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=18758543">"Smiling makes the day go quicker"</a> (it's their MySpace site, check on the music player for the track... Thank to Mr Hunt for this suggestion)<br /><br />....and then there's this... Neon Neon "I Lust U" and it's something I should not like..... but I do!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="355" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNQsajC8Zcs&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNQsajC8Zcs&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-66355750976234647042008-03-27T10:56:00.004+00:002008-03-27T21:56:57.048+00:00....and only because its funny.Just how many dimensions does this world have? I'm not on about the current theory of the Universe, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQrRHc31Yxw&feature=related">string mechanics</a> or 'brain dimensions. I'm talking about the state of peoples minds and how we change at different rates in relation to others..... and on occasions chemical imbalances either prescription induced or recreational. <div><br /><div>Talking of mad bastards and chemically induced states I'd just like to confirm that at this moment in time I have nothing against Simon. (<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/98423308_312887e44c_m.jpg">Simon</a> is a mate from another time (space and interface) that has in the last few weeks become a figment of my reality). In fact, I think he's a bit of a lord. No really, as I sit here soaking up a cocktail of Tramadol and Citalopram with a hint of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/theactualmileshunt">Miles Hunt's "Note to self"</a> filling the air with it's own "string vibrations" I can only admire Simon's current position within society and contributions made. </div><br /><div>So, Simon, stop being a bit of a cock, no-one is taking sides (ok, I might be, or could that be paranoia?). </div><br /><div>Come on, get ya finger out (no pun intended) and have some <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rX03hgf_LcM">Brother Lee Love</a>. I understand you have difficulty playing the guitar nowadays, although I'd doubt I'd notice any difference, but don't let that encourage me. You could always join in on all the other fine things us middle aged fat and baldy bastards would like to get up to but cant anymore. </div><div>After all, some of us will be dead soon.</div><br /><br /><div></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/36/98423346_7aa9a0c00e_o.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Love, Light and Happiness (found printed on the arse end of life..... of course)</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-60389913051238852762008-03-19T08:00:00.002+00:002008-03-19T13:04:20.427+00:00Massage with VoseneBack to work:<br /><br />Hmmm. I have to go back to work on Tuesday. Have To. I don't know anymore if its me or work that find those 8 hours so poisonous..... To be honest I do know. It's those people.<br />This last week I've found thoughts drifting to future confrontations with what can only be described as the cast from Sesame Street.<br /><br />The often shouted response to my predicament is "find another job then".... and that's when the 25 years of working class pre-programming by the black suited bean counters bootstraps itself deep within my subconscious and I spew out another excuse not to get off my 3 buttocks and go do it....... procrastination? well, not completely, I have grown a beard and bought some Granola..... I may even end up smoking a pipe and start a leaflet campaign<br /><br />It used to be a pleasure finding a problem. It meant I could do a better job, improve something, maybe even stop a potential catastrophe.... and always with the satisfaction of someone saying "Nice..... well done".<br /><br />Now, finding a problem will more often than not result in a large lump in the corporate carpet and see the erection of a hanging jib in the car park and a cry from the ivory tower of "Release the dogs!"<br /><br />The only way to survive this is to play them at their own game....... but I'm just not interested in this sideways move of priorities. I'm an Engineer not a political smoozer. I really don't need to gather evidence and work to their badly worded, contradicting rules just to prove they are awful people without soul, morals or a purpose other than themselves.<br /><br />Is that admitting defeat? I guess to them it's a total victory, another thorn removed from their collective flanks.<br /><br />Oh.... bollocks. Who am I kidding, this kinda stuff is gold to me. If it was all sweetness and light you'd be somewhere else reading other unfortunate blogs and I'd be deep in a world of self importance and smug satisfaction...... Hmmmm, yes, I'd much prefer to be sitting here gobbing off about some pointless shite I have no control over.<br /><br />Rant over. I can feel my tramadol <span style="font-size:85%;">loosing</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">its effect</span>....... <span style="font-size:78%;">I must return to "Under the hammer" on BBC1....</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-42534435124857264342008-03-18T09:06:00.008+00:002008-03-18T09:47:44.153+00:00Name that cover artDo you think this image was the inspiration behind that Vinyl cover art?<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179006435588662610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNQr9DkoyWD10QDMkK2VvCsGyo3kXaubTG7u4bNENK2vpVdZ7oaY0B7Td2JAoazesch8HdW7GkyW5thEO8AMft1Uqx5L-D-yppPlsH1nrTym_RfBidWBoUu4NDKMNniOqx2NexA/s400/wonderland.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ardvreck Castle</span></p><p>Come on Goober, name that Single/Mini LP and band...... actually, if you know me then you already know that there's less than a handful of Bands it could be.... ok, perhaps just two then.... and it doesn't look like something shot in Birmingham....</p><p>Narrower than an IBM managers imagination.</p><p>Arse.<br /><br /></p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-82082929272840682612008-03-11T08:43:00.003+00:002008-03-11T09:15:49.905+00:00Horden Pit<div align="left">Two miles south from Easington Colliery in Country Durham is <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=horden,+durham,+uk&ie=UTF8&z=13">Horden</a>. Just another East Durham pit village. It's still there, in name. Changed beyond recognition... not particularly its layout and environs, but it's people.... and that goes for almost all of the east Durham pit villages.<br /></div><div align="left">Sometimes when I think of the people I grew up around, the community and its characters I can hardly believe it's all gone.<br /><br />"The profit's too small for the black suited boys"<br /><br />So, I found a documentary on the closure of Horden Pit in the mid 1980's. It gives a fairly good insight into what was lost...... and there was a lot to loose.<br /><br />It's in 4 parts, the quality isn't too great and will probably only interest the northern contingent of this blog....... Here's the first part, other parts will be links under the video player.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvJCOpDvvUM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvJCOpDvvUM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><div align="left"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxnPWolmMBI&feature=related">Click here for Part 2 </a></div><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdYgerZfAEU&feature=related">Click here for Part 3</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cnlXv8Uhpw&feature=related">Click here for Part 4</a>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-35421877950154422432008-03-07T11:34:00.002+00:002008-03-07T12:29:58.911+00:00Are your whites as white as mine?<div>It's not the first time I've heard <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7281107.stm">of this report</a>. Apparently my old home town is the "whitest place in England and Wales"**<br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/103/295791891_e0b9a97812.jpg" border="0" />That's some claim. There were not a lot of different colours going on from what I remember.... The only black faces seen were from shift changes at the pit and<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Thy_Neighbour"> "Love Thy Neighbour"</a> on ITV. Since the early 90's and the closure of the pit that statement no longer applies......... and I'm too scared to watch Love They Neighbour just in case.....<br /><br />So.... no blacks, no Irish, no Polish, no Asians, no Scottish, no Africans, no Welsh, no French, no Germans, no Inuit...... just us white, working class types..... with a fantastic Chinese Take Away.<br /><br />Has being ethnically un-diverse made me a racist? Well, probably, but not in the context of your definition of a racist. Just because I can do maths and understand statistics and therefore wont go walking about in Hackney after dark dosent mean I'm racist, it simply means my god (at times) is the law of averages.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/30686025_61e2ece08b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The long walk to school<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">** Just out of interest......... are ginger people counted in with the "whites" or "non whites"?</span>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-32527695359901749402008-03-06T08:12:00.003+00:002008-03-06T08:53:00.740+00:00DemosThere's a bunch of demo's from the studio sessions I helped out on <a href="http://www.overplay.co.uk/band.asp?band_id=1004267">over here</a>.<br /><br />Below is some images I managed to grab and stuff into a small video. Identities have been emphasised to help locate <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">perpetrators</span>.<br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Czi6W9giqQ"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Czi6W9giqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><p></p>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-29724986506125628322008-02-29T08:05:00.002+00:002008-02-29T08:46:23.582+00:0010 years and me....Sitting on ya arse with nothing much to do has always been an incentive for me to become creative. In recent months/years it's been with the still camera, but occasionally, I have been known to fanny about with the camcorder.<br /><br />Usually this has been around my "brother-from-another-mother" <a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/search/show/?q=goober&w=58595125%40N00">Goober</a>, when he's been either gigging, rehearsing or maybe the odd road trip.<br /><br />So. I dug out the "Simon Wood shagged this Video" DVD which I compiled in 2003 from a weekend trip to Cambridge in 1998 where we (Goober, Simon, myself and not forgetting <a href="http://nowwhathappens.blogspot.com/">Pete Moore</a>) hired a studio for no other reason than to celebrate 10 years since the last time we were actively in a band.<br /><br />So it's 10 years on. Lots of things have changed. I no longer have to imagine what it must be like to work alongside <a href="http://www.thewonderstuff.co.uk/">The Wonder Stuff</a>, nor do I feel the need to ignore Mr Wood..... maybe I need to explain.<br /><br />Mr Wood and I seldom got on (he's the guitarist.... actually, do any drummers and guitarists get on?), lets just put it down to a personality clash.... He probably had one and I didn't.... or something along those lines. Anyhow, I've not spoken to the fella since August 1998, and I think it's worked out just fine but I'm always open to new experiences and if anyone from "Edd Smash & The Dinosaur Wangs" wanna do a 20th anniversary get together then I guess I'll be up for it....... I even know of a decent rehearsal/studio.<br /><br />I digress..... I sat down yesterday morning, and played the DVD "Simon Wood Shagged this Video". I was quite surprised how good the "shagged" bits were, even more surprised how funny the The Wonder Stuff piss takes were and just a little impressed with Goobers "Miles Hunt" impressions.<br /><br />So, here they are, warts and all.<br /><br />Pete Moore: Rhythm method guitar<br />Goober: Bass, Vocalist, songwriter and Vehicle delivery operative<br />Simon Wood: Lead Guitar, antagonist and shagger of videos, accommodation<br />Dave Dawson: Drums, gobshite, cameraman<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/znNlL5GzzVY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znNlL5GzzVY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890697.post-10667794210091056282008-02-24T14:37:00.004+00:002008-02-24T15:41:04.926+00:00<div><br /><br /><div>My first day back in the flat didn't exactly go to plan. It's only now I feel sort of OK to get anywhere near the PC.<br /><br />There's no mincing words here, this is painful. It's not the hip itself, to my astonishment the constant grinding pain I've had for the last 4 years has gone........ sorry, just reading that, and feeling that has me almost in tears...... pull yourself together man!... its the muscles... and not just the ones in my leg. My entire center region, back, and right leg is murder as I'm compensating for being partially turned inside out. My left thigh with its two large drain holes and foot long incision isn't exactly in party mood either, but that should have calmed down within a few weeks.<br /><br />So, after getting rather frustrated last night with pain, things being outta reach, other things getting in the way I managed to lob several items around the room before limping very slowly to bed where I spent the next 3 or so hours asleep. Unfortunately, the dreaded night sweats made short work of any sleep and I ended up back in the living room feeling useless, tired and awake again...... but as a better man than me once said.... "and the sun that beats on the window, in the morning, is a doorway"** </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldOYnffN9MKWTptXLw8MquLN0LPZB0Uq723CiGqj1LSprX1vTTdfJZg6RheZvatp26BMN8UFw9ta2B63D20MAmL8VkVakAEr2Q0pEnRPnjMZdc20IFguZuvREfXG0aConm1fJbg/s1600-h/tramadol.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170572119774001826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="93" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldOYnffN9MKWTptXLw8MquLN0LPZB0Uq723CiGqj1LSprX1vTTdfJZg6RheZvatp26BMN8UFw9ta2B63D20MAmL8VkVakAEr2Q0pEnRPnjMZdc20IFguZuvREfXG0aConm1fJbg/s200/tramadol.png" width="65" border="0" /></a>Another reason, which I knew was coming but has been conveniently ignored by the medical people (I'm not apportioning blame here, it was all my own doing) is the withdrawal from my one time saviour Tramadol. Having JUST stopped reading some reports of prolonged use of Tramadol and subsequent withdrawal symptoms I think a trip to the Doc is advised sooner rather than later..... Night sweats, joint pain, sleeplessness, depression, mood swings, rapid beard growth and speaking in tongues have been reported.<br /></div><div><br /></div><br />This all could look like I'm already after another debilitating excuse not to get myself pulled round. Maybe it is, but I'm not clinically qualified to interpret my ID, or even to remember where I saw it last.<br /><br />So, in good old Dawson fashion I'll retreat to my old reliables who have helped deal with the mental assault courses I've ran in the past...... Mr Hunt, Mr Scobie and Mr Adamson, stage right if you please.<br /><br />All that..... I'll be fine once I've had a Kebab.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">** Stuart Adamson, Big Country, "Seven Waves Away"</span></div>Delmontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743681886660037444noreply@blogger.com5