And there I’ve spent the whole day in a fruitless search for fireworks when I should just have come here.
A new life for old Jukeboxes.
Hash Direct. If my mother’s reading, this is just research.
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow
Swarm over, Death!
It’s one of those poems you know the first line or so to, I just found the full text here.
I’ve been there a couple of times now and I think I can understand. It has a BMX track though.
Uncle Joes Abortion Clinic which should offend Right to Lifers and Right to Choicers equally.
Which is nice.
Bought a new bike I don’t need one, but I bought it anyway. Now I’ve just got to make the time to use it.
Just been to see Pearl Harbour, but I think that Tora! Tora! Tora! (now on DVD, I notice) was a better film, concentrating on the real issues of the battle rather than some hackneyed love story.
I’ve been getting a bit nostalgic for the early nineties, so I’m checking out Carter USM related sites.