July 21, 2010
Die now boys? trying to think of catchy slogans for the men's movement....
if you've got a big knob then u get used and show your age quicker
Die now boys? trying to think of catchy slogans for the men's movement....
if you've got a big knob then u get used and show your age quicker
"I'll be a Cunt and you'll be a Cat" (and we'll realise that somewhere between the two lies fair play)
Cunt: Nice of you to forgive me
Cat: What's new?
Cunt: Surprises
Cat: usually
Cunt: What's surprised you lately?
Cat: i could ask you the same question
Cunt: the same things always surprise me
Cat: Like what?
Cunt: ok
Cat; Hm..
Cunt: Try this
cunt: I don't think of myself as being nice
cat: youre a cunt
Cunt; but...
Cat: yes?
Cunt: Intelligence
Cat: What about it?
Cunt: What's it good for?
Cat: Don't answer a question with a question.
Cunt: Don't be such a cat.
Cat: Ok, ...so?
Cunt: I asked you first
Cat: what?
Cunt: Dont know - can't remember
Cat: That's probably because you are a cunt as well
Cunt: Thanks.
Cat: You asked me what has surprised me lately
Cunt: Oh Yeah, never mind that though, I was talking about intelligence...
Cat: No you weren't
Cunt: What surprises me about intelligence is that
Cat: you're a cunt - don't forget that..
Cunt; i know
Cat
Cunt: It has no measure on success
Cat: twat.
Cunt: thanks - Cat.
endish
Cat: What's new?
Cunt: Surprises
Cat: usually
Cunt: What's surprised you lately?
Cat: i could ask you the same question
Cunt: the same things always surprise me
Cat: Like what?
Cunt: ok
Cat; Hm..
Cunt: Try this
cunt: I don't think of myself as being nice
cat: youre a cunt
Cunt; but...
Cat: yes?
Cunt: Intelligence
Cat: What about it?
Cunt: What's it good for?
Cat: Don't answer a question with a question.
Cunt: Don't be such a cat.
Cat: Ok, ...so?
Cunt: I asked you first
Cat: what?
Cunt: Dont know - can't remember
Cat: That's probably because you are a cunt as well
Cunt: Thanks.
Cat: You asked me what has surprised me lately
Cunt: Oh Yeah, never mind that though, I was talking about intelligence...
Cat: No you weren't
Cunt: What surprises me about intelligence is that
Cat: you're a cunt - don't forget that..
Cunt; i know
Cat
Cunt: It has no measure on success
Cat: twat.
Cunt: thanks - Cat.
endish
generation Sex
When you've not had blood to keep you
and temporary rich waifs have extended
their needs and wants to suffice you (and they
will have a day and a time to recognise) about
where the butter was spread and where you are
your day will come and pass and all said
it will not matter.
Even the closest (as it seems) will show
true colours
you are alone, but well. Swell.
Ok?
life improvement, death better anticipated.
Macniece was right about snow and chandeliers.
July 07, 2010
Right, no shame. there's a tendency to leer after the age of 40 which, if not checked or balanced, can develop into a more severe tendency. This could be towards having affairs with any younger woman who can be trapped into believing herself attracted to the older man by means fair or foul or it can be a very large motorbike. whatever.. boring.
July 05, 2010
Our Lady Of The Moving Pavements?
Madonna's bell chiming sounds on classics like 'Crazy For You' and 'Like A Prayer' invoke a poignancy which only those of us born in the late 60's will really understand. Don't ask me why. This is not an article which has anything to do with music. It has more to do with design and transportation. But you might not realise it. Ok, it has a little to do with both, as they are the only things Angel Scotter has felt moved to think about in any worthwhile way at all this week. The People Of Beccles would be surprised and possibly disappointed, I feel, if I did not trust my instinct and let the truth out:
I heard 'Like A Prayer' on the radio this morning and was priveliged enough to also witness her video to the song at a children's party recently. It was agreed by the parents present that it scanned like a piece of work that had been put together by a committee whose sole task was to insult and offend every religion caste and creed in one go. But what really strikes me is the signature 'bell chiming' 80's sound that you notice now much more than then, along with the very smart arrangement of what are, after all, consumately produced pop songs.
Whilst the Good People Of Beccles are busily and responsibly putting their pens to paper over our previous and on-going concerns for the providence of the worlds lost and misplaced art collections, I have taken the time out from writing this column to do some travelling and some reminiscing. The Science Museum was my destination on Friday, where I took my son Angel Jr, to regard the nations expertise in scientific endeavour. We liked the ships the most. But what caught our imagination was the theory of relativity and it's practical use in everyday science.
I explained Einstein to Angel Jr. by using the example of the ball being thrown into the air on the train by a little boy, who 'sees' it go up a foot and down a foot as he catches it. Another boy, standing in the station the train is passing through, does not see the ball, as it is too close to his eyes and too fast moving - to him it happens invisibly. Another boy, however, who is standing on a bridge 50 yards behind the boy in the station sees a ball being hurtled along for about 300 yards by the train - in seeming mid air. Life is, most definitely, a mystery...
'I hear you call my name and it feels like home' Indeed.
My son asked me: "What if the boy who could not see the ball had thrown it into the air from the platform and the boy who could see it (on the train) caught it?" This was an excellent question and caused me to re-invent the transportation networks of the world.
With the absence of the trains forward motion, a ball thrown up from the station would, in fact, land with all the force that the forward moving train might be generating. Not good for either boy. If, however the boy doing the throwing was moving only slightly slower than the boy doing the catching, they could, quite easily, play ball.
In the conversation which followed, the idea of moving conveyors, which would travel short and long distances, side by side in ever increasing and decreasing speeds, each with different destinations, came into being. The difference between two adjacent conveyors never being more than 3mph would mean that it is quite possible to move freely between conveyors no matter what speed they are moving at (it's no less dangerous to step from a thing moving at 1000 MPH onto a thing moving at 1003 MPH than it is from 0MPH to 3MPH.
Once The People Of Beccles have quietened from their task of re-discovering the worlds artistic inheritance, I am sure their minds will turn easily and intuitively to this small matter of transportation. For now, the benefits are immediately obvious: Cars will cease to be. Roads will cease to be. Traffic will cease to be. People will only ever walk to get anywhere.
Madonna's opinion of the new transport network proposal was very encouraging and optimistic. She said: "I love this idea. I think it would look really pretty from the helicopter and it might speed up the international adoption process as well. Well done Angel Scotter and The Good People Of Beccles."
In the forthcoming weeks, Angel Scotter will be publishing the submissions of those distinguished Becclesian minds who have decided to turn their attention to the mysteries pointed to by Madonna herself, regarding, in this case, the missing art collections of Europe. Specifically, we look forward greatly to the reflections of our own International Art detectives in Serbia and Croatia, who will also be making their findings public in these pages.
AS
I heard 'Like A Prayer' on the radio this morning and was priveliged enough to also witness her video to the song at a children's party recently. It was agreed by the parents present that it scanned like a piece of work that had been put together by a committee whose sole task was to insult and offend every religion caste and creed in one go. But what really strikes me is the signature 'bell chiming' 80's sound that you notice now much more than then, along with the very smart arrangement of what are, after all, consumately produced pop songs.
Whilst the Good People Of Beccles are busily and responsibly putting their pens to paper over our previous and on-going concerns for the providence of the worlds lost and misplaced art collections, I have taken the time out from writing this column to do some travelling and some reminiscing. The Science Museum was my destination on Friday, where I took my son Angel Jr, to regard the nations expertise in scientific endeavour. We liked the ships the most. But what caught our imagination was the theory of relativity and it's practical use in everyday science.
I explained Einstein to Angel Jr. by using the example of the ball being thrown into the air on the train by a little boy, who 'sees' it go up a foot and down a foot as he catches it. Another boy, standing in the station the train is passing through, does not see the ball, as it is too close to his eyes and too fast moving - to him it happens invisibly. Another boy, however, who is standing on a bridge 50 yards behind the boy in the station sees a ball being hurtled along for about 300 yards by the train - in seeming mid air. Life is, most definitely, a mystery...
'I hear you call my name and it feels like home' Indeed.
My son asked me: "What if the boy who could not see the ball had thrown it into the air from the platform and the boy who could see it (on the train) caught it?" This was an excellent question and caused me to re-invent the transportation networks of the world.
With the absence of the trains forward motion, a ball thrown up from the station would, in fact, land with all the force that the forward moving train might be generating. Not good for either boy. If, however the boy doing the throwing was moving only slightly slower than the boy doing the catching, they could, quite easily, play ball.
In the conversation which followed, the idea of moving conveyors, which would travel short and long distances, side by side in ever increasing and decreasing speeds, each with different destinations, came into being. The difference between two adjacent conveyors never being more than 3mph would mean that it is quite possible to move freely between conveyors no matter what speed they are moving at (it's no less dangerous to step from a thing moving at 1000 MPH onto a thing moving at 1003 MPH than it is from 0MPH to 3MPH.
Once The People Of Beccles have quietened from their task of re-discovering the worlds artistic inheritance, I am sure their minds will turn easily and intuitively to this small matter of transportation. For now, the benefits are immediately obvious: Cars will cease to be. Roads will cease to be. Traffic will cease to be. People will only ever walk to get anywhere.
Madonna's opinion of the new transport network proposal was very encouraging and optimistic. She said: "I love this idea. I think it would look really pretty from the helicopter and it might speed up the international adoption process as well. Well done Angel Scotter and The Good People Of Beccles."
In the forthcoming weeks, Angel Scotter will be publishing the submissions of those distinguished Becclesian minds who have decided to turn their attention to the mysteries pointed to by Madonna herself, regarding, in this case, the missing art collections of Europe. Specifically, we look forward greatly to the reflections of our own International Art detectives in Serbia and Croatia, who will also be making their findings public in these pages.
AS
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