The British press.
Fair and balanced.
"Feastingonroadkill, the biggest prick I've tumbled across" - Mabel Moments
The allure of the Straights.
And what we want to see more of in 2014…
Canterbury hippies bring a hint of summer to a dark damp December day. Hard not to like.
Coco & the Butterfields - Five Bells
The correct prefixes for hippy are ‘dirty’ and ‘stinking’.
Never forget this boys and girls.
Because you never know when you might need it.
To the zealots, Rigby was an enemy they were about to behead. To Saraj Miah, a Muslim man who happened to be nearby and was wearing a white prayer cap as a sign of his devoutness, he was a human being in desperate trouble.
Miah had been smoking a cigarette outside a shop in Woolwich, south London, when he saw Adebolajo get out of his car with a cleaver in his hand and slash at the neck of a man on the ground, as Adebowale stabbed at the body. Miah was the first person to try to save Rigby, shouting “don’t kill him” at the attackers. To ward Miah off, one aimed a gun at him, forcing him to back away."
Things The Racists Don’t Want You to Know. (a continuing series) via
Andres Serrano: ’Sign of the Times’ - Homeless people’s signs from New York.
If the need for these in an advanced 21st century economy doesn’t disgust you - nothing will.
Fuck Fairytale Of New York.
The Pogues: ‘Turkish Song Of The Damned’
Pogue Mahone mofos.
What’s not to love?