T W On The Blues.

The philosophy is simple. Once upon a time a group of people discovered that a burden shared is a burden divided between a lot of hearts. They also discovered the desire and the need to communicate their views and feelings about oppression and prejudice without being discovered and further oppressed. They also sought a way to celebrate themselves and life that could give full expression to their joy at being alive. Instead of calling it African Folk Music or "The Browns", they were wise enough to realize that every living soul could understand and respond to the Blues. Mostly because I cannot think I know anyone whose life has been so happy as to never have known sadness and even despair. So they called this new musical language the Blues. It is simple enough that anyone can learn the forms and complex enough for those forms to be one of the most comprehensive emotional languages ever to emerge from within the human heart. It is words for those who cannot speak and a song for those without ears. It is a lamp for those who cannot see. It is NOT a refuge for poseurs and damned fools and it is growing and has been growing since its inception.

I am only a man. Little or nothing at my best but the music is special. It is not a gift but rather a loan. Like all major loans it takes a big payment. My payment schedule says that I will every minute of my life until I am dead for the privilege of being able to communicate with people.

When Can I Change My Clothes? T W Henderson.

Tobias Wood Henderson August 26th 1945 - August 5th 2009

RIP Tobias

Gonna miss you Bro'

It isn't the moustache's fault Bob

I think Horrid Harriet, must have had you in mind, Bob, when she implied that men couldn't be trusted with fucking up the Country to a high enough standard.

Piss up and brewery failure Number One:
The MoD's new compensation scheme has come under further attack after it was revealed that less than ten per cent of all injured personnel received a guaranteed income payment in addition to their injury compensation award from the MoD.


Followed closely by an ongoing likelihood of drought:
Secrecy sounding the armour on new vehicles destined for British troops in Afghanistan is preventing them from being flown into the conflict zone.

The cladding on the Ridgbacks has been classified as so secret that only British transport aircraft are allowed to ferry them to the troops in Helmand province, defence sources said today.

There's more Bob, but that should keep you busy whining about how unfair life is for a while.

Pound Goes Positive.

Something for positive post day!

Sterling rose by 3½ cents against the dollar to $1.6928 after new survey data showed that manufacturing industry is growing again for the first time in more than a year. The Purchasing Manager's Index (PMI) for the sector, produced by Markit, rose from an upwardly-revised 47.4 points to 50.8 points in July. It is the first time it has surpassed the 50-level, which separates expansion from contraction, since March 2008.

The increase, which was far beyond what economists had anticipated, pushed sterling higher, along with gilt yields, since the PMI has often been a reliable signal for official measures of economic growth.

Tomorrow Is Positive News Day!

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Could be just what the doctor ordered to counteract the weather and Gord's Government of all the Twats.

Image by the ubiquitous Grumpy Old Twat

The Dynasty Proceeds.

I'm such a victim, people attack me over my accent, my moustache... and because I'm no intellectual, moans Defence Secretary.

Well, if you weren't up the job Bob, you should have told Cyclops that you weren't prepared to accept it, shouldn't you, you fucking prat. At least that would have made you an honourable fuckwit. Just stop playing the victim you shit, it makes you look even more stupid and gutless than we would have believed possible.