Pour me another.

METEOR SHOWER HUH?

Mereor Shower 19th C.

Bloody idiot astrologers! I can’t remember ever seeing the odd shooting-star down here in Bloody Cornwall. How could we possibly see anything tonight through eight hundred feet of cloud and in a downpour? “Go out in the garden.” he says, “Sit in a comfy chair with a glass of white wine and watch the sky.” He says!



On today’s news, David Cameron, (our prime minister by-the-way, for those of you under 25) is reported to have said, allegedly, that he deprecates young people consuming cheap alcohol in public, and that he wishes to prevent town centres “becoming like the Wild West”. I for one would be delighted if town centres became like the “Wild West”! I can just picture hooded youngsters, careering through the streets on their whining motor scooters, firing their six-shooters into the air, and knocking out the neon signs (especially in Redruth or Truro). I want to be in the bar when one swaggers in, his shaven head glowing blue in the moody lighting, and orders a Mexican beer with a little piece of lime in the neck of the bottle. I want to see the confrontation and the shoot-out. I want to see the Goth Girlfriend weeping over his bleeding body. Come off it Cameron!!!!!

AND.... for those of you who missed it:   

The National Theatre of Brent's Iconic Icons       2. Tracey Emin and How She Done the Bed



ON: 'Listen Again', BBC Radio 4.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/radio/bbc_radio_four






Some advice to artists from the man (Pablo Picasso) “Take your art seriously, but never yourself”.

Pip, pip,
 
The Leg.
 
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