Monthly archives: July 2007


Treat it like home

Does anyone else find a certain DIY store’s adverts stupid? Why do all the people who feel at home in their show rooms have to be so damned miserable? Couldn’t there be just one where a couple are enjoying making a meal together at the end of a long day, or teasing each other to the point of getting jiggy? If I was in the market for fittings and fixtures I wouldn’t be buying any of their crap now that they’re telling me it’ll turn me into an angry person.

If they’d like a more positive version I’m available to direct it. I’m certain I could deliver something far better than what they’re using at the moment.


One dream one soul one prize one goal

Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
A kind of magic
One dream one soul one prize one goal
One golden glance of what should be
Its a kind of magic
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Is this a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
Im here in secret harmonies
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
The rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be will soon be
Will soon be done
This is a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done-done
Magic – its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
Magic magic magic magic
Ha ha ha its magic
Its a kind of magic

Queen – It’s a Kind of Magic

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Chopper


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Originally uploaded by spinneyhead.
I spotted this down a side road in Levenshulme months ago and have been meaning to go back and take photos ever since. I can’t imagine it ever flew, but I don’t know what it was for otherwise, it just seems too small. It’s in a junkyard which has a couple of other interesting things atop shipping crates, check out the other photos.


Fiction: One year on

They weren’t waiting for him on the first day. That was enough for him to know there would be a problem. During the next year he would send a message back. The world he had left would depart from the one he had arrived in. No-one knew what would happen to him and his divergent universe after had sent the message.

He spent a week researching the events of the last year, checking whether the divergence point had already passed. Too much seemed the same. As he suspected, the moment was yet to arrive. As soon as he knew this, he raided a safety deposit box set aside for just such an eventuality and indulged in a week long debauch.

It was impossible to send anyone or anything back in time. The energy requirements were too much and the anomalies created would collapse the launching universe. However, it was simple to send someone forward, so that’s what they did.

One year was deemed the optimum distance, far enough to give ample warning but not so far that future shock was a risk. If the volunteer sent nothing back in their year in another country they would be met on the day they arrived. As yet, the paradox had never been tested or questioned.

He rented an apartment, bought a computer and got an internet connection and subscriptions to all the main news sources. He resisted the desire to sink into substance abuse, but he had more than enough money to pay for the finest food and, occasionally, the best prostitutes.

Then he just settled in and waited, for whatever calamity was to come.