Benjamy Burgundy Bear

where ever you went Abe be happy...

it chugs away late into the evening, and on this occasion i sit there AWAITING ITS ARRIVAL AT FINAL DESTINATION.

But hang on wait a minute, how many of you have seen the film sliding doors ? gwyneth paltrow two lives depending on catching the Tube or not catching the tube?

anyway, sat here on this carraige awaiting my journeys end and looked around; who were these people what were thier daily lives , why where they on this train and where were they going? so pick a life and imagine.

the rather drunk and tired man immeadiatley to my left; did he mean to go this far or has he fallen asleep only to wake up at the end of the line and missing the last train back.

the rather nice girl with the extra long legs; how did she get that scratch down her thigh?

well were you on this train ? do you recognise the carraige number? well look ! tell me your story and i will tell mine

Progressive rock, prog rock, underground whateever you wish to lanbel it it’s the 70s defining sound for me. Memories of siting there with a “herbal cigarette” and chilling to the sounds emanating from the bunch of hairy hippies on stage….

Lots n lots n lots of memories every one a corker imean it was soooo gggrrrrrrrrooovy.

However I did widen my horizons as to more genres and as i remember Caravan then led me onto Coloseum and the jazz rock fusion which eventually lead me to Black Widow and their album Sacrifice; now that was a memory.

Not sure how many of you will remember or even know about Black Widow but in brief I will leave you to google them yourself but as a starter for ten

http://www.blackwidow.org.uk/

well the memeory is quite simple and more than a little bit mischeveous

on Sundays in my leafy little bit of suburbia, ( well it was the inner circle in Birmingham actually with no leaves) in the afternoon (after already having done my stint as a Acolyte at the church) the congregation of the Elim Pentecostal form a nice little group and begin happy clappy ohhh lordy lordy singing , well parents away and possessed by the demon of Sunday drinks at the country girl, I just couldn’t resist mowing the speakers of my Van Der Molen Hi fi system to the open windows approximately fifteen feet from the joyous bunch and placing the vinyl on the turntable, selecting the required track and blasting out at the fullest of volume the track Come to the Sabbat from the above mentioned album a contest had begun and in true Spinal Tap Fashion…my volume control went all the way to Eleven….

http://www.last.fm/music/Black+Widow/_/Come+to+the+Sabbat

I will now go and seek repentance ………

Nahhhhhhhhhhhh bols to that

bottle of rioja and a nice relaxing Radox bath ...

guess thats it then planned made bath to run...now just to deal with the journey back from here to the bath.....

Been off grid for a short while, and its been great, free from stress and strains with simple folk doing simple things and not missing contact with the hub of society and technology one bit. Then; back to reality and it just starts all over again. First faced with a questionnaire, well a security clearance form, required for security clearance to work for our dear old government on their buildings. Now what the FERK have my co-habiting habits got to do with leaky downpipes and the like ???

That’s it I’m off again my favourite soapbox “ our surveillance society” well mr security clearwer check your ferking screens and database, you will see that I drove my car 127.8 miles this morning 32% in traffic jams (so you had plenty of time to read the regiastration number on you ANPR cameras, check my average speed for at least two junctions, and not forgetting scan my tax disc numerous times to see if my insurance mot and tax were up to date , therefore you have my entire history of home ownership as well as details of my debit card payment for the last lot of car tax.

Ohh not forgetting the swipe of my card as I entered your cctv strew public transport system where you log my ins and outs on trains and tubes. Why on earth would I wish to fill in the information you require just to add to another database link.

And the question on financial status…put your own ferking house in order first !!!!

Ahh well one day perhaps I will dissolve and remove the links in one swoop and live simply and happily …

That reminds me the next John Twelve Hawks novel is out tomorrow….more anti establishment posts may follow …. Oh and theres the other question have I ever been a member of …… and have I ever had a budgie that supported CND…..

as im suffering from the above, im heading off grid to recuperate the damaged brain cells not sure for how long but a couple of weeks at least, so enjoy and look forward to catching up when i get back...

1952 saw the creation of the dam and the village around it; the water cristal clear and Azul a watersports, fishing, camping haven, and yet Sad, empty and shut devoid of people; this may be just because its August, but it had no signs of the vibrant life you would expect at such a location.

a pool and model of the valley to the left of the entance to the dam road lies in dis repair and looking like a broken up pond un loved uncared for and in the process of destruction, yet closer inspection shows it to be a model of the dam and something that would have been quite impresive , like the dam itself.

looking past this tryptch frame and seeing the beautiful scene would have been a window to an idylic and beautiful destination ; yet all you can see is corrosion and lck of maintenance, exposed rusting metal and spalling concrete. amazing for such an impresive and once majorly important facility in a water starved community.

were it in the United Kingdom, it would have been heaving with people on such a day and full of people making every possible use of every possible facility ohhh the difference in the attitudes of two different countries.

still i gave good photo opportunities rather than the fight to grab a clear moment that would have been the UK

It is such a part of our lives now, meshed into everything we do, far from its original purpose and its grown to invade every part of our lives, relied on for so much, expanded to meet the ever growing demands we place on it.

The mobile phone; long gone are the days were we relied on the house phone and the phone in the office,. It became mobile; originally derided fro its size and bulkiness, it’s use grew and grew as it got smaller and more powerful, with added features. Now its
A phone,
Calendar,
calculator,
diary,
spread sheet,
email,
music,
games,
computer,
camera etcetc

even when we are not speaking on it , texts, emails, twitter, facebooks, all come pinging in. our lives almost revolve round the social contact it tempts us with (instead of just meeting and talking etc)

well having lost mine, the sense of freedom was immense, first a sense of quiet, no calls, nothing to distract, then almost an elation at the possibilities of not having one; not being contactable, going from A to B without that constant communication; its so easy for someone to call and distract you , delay you with requests to make alternate visits and appointments, with a “can you just call in at ????? on your way back to the office” that stretches your day and distracts your purpose, oh the complete sense of freedom after work when travelling home or going out for the evening without having to explain where you are or where you will be to the caller who wishes to distract and misdirect you from your purpose…. Ahhh the joy of a solitary glass of wine in peace and without interruption…

waiting for the replacement, at least it was insured, 6 days freedom about to close…do I really want it back????/

I set the challange to all on the Blogship and here is my Gargoyle

he lives in Ealing Broadway on one of the gothic spires of the church opposite marks and spencers. hes a fine example of a decorative gargoyle and each of the four gargoyles to each of the spires is in traditonal fashion different.

i snapped him on my way back from work, having set the challange i could only find the more functional examples of gargoylishness used as they are for disguising water spouts, on a lot of buildings they are of the same mould and pretty much the same fairly bland but at least of decorative interest.

how many of todays buildings can seem bland in comparrison but of interest in an architectural shape and form manner or just sheets of mirrored glass, though this can provide interesting chances for shots and pictures .

I read a small article today in “the Metro” it made me smile; it was just a small article about Demi Moore and a comment she made on Twitter, But the subject that caused her to Twit… it was a reference to a teacher by the name of Crystal Defanti in California USA who gave her pupils a DVD of school memories to mark the end of the year, it apparently contained a six second snippet of her pleasuring herself…. My thoughts the same a Demi’s “show and tell was never that interesting when I was at school” there again the battle axe by the name of Miss Armstrong would have put everyone of sex for life and scared so many young minds …..