Anybody else on here remember that, anybody else down there on the day? Myself and a few friends were on the beach helping people ashore, I was talking to one of those old friends yesterday and he reminded me of it, it's hard to believe it was thirty six years ago.
If you have the time and inclination I'd invite you to sit down and listen to this and compare it with the shallow sloganeering that passes for debate today.
Michael Foot vs Enoch Powell with Robin Day mediating. Kick back and enjoy genuine artisans.
This tiny little fella' doesn't know if he's coming or going. How can you pronounce, and I'm quoting directly here, " the violence of the IRA was despicable, disgusting; they bombed and maimed innocent men, women and children and there is no defence for any support for the IRA whatsoever..." then, within days, go on to mount this platform?
One face for display to working men who's votes they covet but another altogether behind closed doors amidst the soiled and sullied of their own stripe?
I was in the Oxfam bookshop on Castle Street today and they are selling off a mass of Left Book Club editions and related titles for £1 a pop. There are three big boxes of the stuff near the door as you go in.
I shouldn't really be encouraging this sort of delinquency, I know, but if you want to sit in a gaol cell with Gramsci or believe old Karl when he tells you that "physical pain is the antidote" then get down there and fill your shelves.
A story of a life and apprenticeship as hard as it gets, of a man with the heart of a lion. You don't even have to be a fan of boxing to get something out of this it's just a tremendously inspiring tale of an epochal night in New York in 1937 and of how a rank underdog doesn't have to win to emerge victorious. Glorious stuff.
It seems my boundless capacity for saying daft things and my woeful lack of circumspection has caused this site embarrassment. It wasn't my intent to offend so many people as spectacularly as I appear to have done. It's my curse to have been saddled with a lack of foresight, I seem doomed to leap before looking in all possible ways. Recidivistic daftness on my part.
When you come home paralytic go straight to bed, don't go within twenty yards of a keyboard.
If I offended anybody, and I was probably trying to, it wasn't entirely my fault. Jim Beam has his share of the blame. Apologies from a faceless stranger don't really mean a lot but I'll extend them anyway.
