31 August 2007

The Men That Don't Fit In

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.

- "The Men That Don't Fit In" by Robert Service

28 August 2007

Noisy Insulation Bastards


I got woke up this morning by the sound of loud drilling. I want to swear and curse right now but I'll do my best to keep it to a minimum.... someone let workies loose on our house at about half past 9 and they've been going around the outside of the house making an awful racket ever since, drilling for about 10 seconds, stopping for about 20, then another 10 seconds of drilling. The first I knew about us having workies at the house is when I am woke up by the sound of industrial drills boring holes into the wall next to my head, how pleasant is that!

Now they're at it again.

26 August 2007

Nogzy & Crocky Newpaper Article

I was stood in the queue with a load of shopping at a Safeway supermarket in Lymm yesterday and the guy in front of me was buying a copy of The Guardian newspaper. While I was stood standing there, bored out of my head, I noticed the headline on the front of his paper and my ears pricked up, it was an article about Norris Green.

Mad newspaper article. It's not every day that you open a broadsheet and see the sentence "The bizzies are twats" in print, I laughed out loud at that bit. Although, let's make this clear, the reason that the whole thing is being mentioned in the paper in the first place isn't funny at all, the young boy Rhys Jones shot in the Fir Tree pub car park.

There was a whole piece in there about the "Smigger" shooting as well, the court case about his killing finished on Friday and 3 lads were found guilty of his murder. They're getting sentenced later this month. One of the lads was already inside at the time of the shooting. Irony.

(By the way, if you're at all interested in the newspaper article above, there's a transcript of it in the comments to this blog post.)

Further Reading:

  • The Policeman's Blog - Liverpool Gangs
  • Smigger youtube - What he was really like
  • LIAM SMITH: Victim from community forced to live with fear of guns
  • Photo of Smigger Graffiti in Norris Green



    I was taking another look at the scans of the newspaper article and noticed the name of the photographer who snapped the pic of the guy in the article's main photo. He's got an interesting surname after all - kaycappa. Turns out that he went to court for attacking Paul McCartney's ex, Heather Mills, on the London underground and got 140 hours of community service. I wonder if that punishment included being sent to Nozzer? I bet you that he used his story about attacking Sir Macca's ex as a way to befriend the nozzer ninjas... what do you reckon?
  • 20 August 2007

    Kurt Says... What?

    Kurt Cobain reaction shots make me laugh out loud.

    In the time that it took me to post this I could have done any number of other things, all far more productive. Ah well.


    Need some motivation? Here, have some of mine.

    10 August 2007

    The Streets Of Liverpool

    Studying road maps. That's what I have mainly been doing today. Looking at Google Maps and surfing various imageboard sites in between as a reward whenever I get a bit more work done.

    It's not as though I don't know the streets that I am studying. It's mainly Liverpool city centre - I've lived here all my life, I grew up in this town, there probably isn't one street in Liverpool town centre that I haven't traveled along at one time or another. But still I don't know all of their names. It's like the bones in your body - we all have the same bone structure, but could you individually name each one of them? Unless you are a doctor or a freak, of course the answer is going to be 'no'. But I guess it makes sense that you should do, after all, your bones are with you all the time, they're part of you, there's no reason why you shouldn't know each of their names off-by-heart. It's taken the small matter of a street knowledge test for me to appreciate that I don't know my own city as well as I'd like to think I do. Or my bones.

    Check this out:

    3 picture of the same area of Liverpool city centre, each one zoomed in a little bit closer than the last. It looks complex but I bet that if you are from Liverpool you can make sense of it and you can even imagine what each place looks like from down on street level. But the names of the roads might not be as familiar. Well they're not to me anyway! Look at that last picture and check around for Old Haymarket and Commutation Row. They are 2 tiny little roads right in the middle of town, each of them are about 200 yards long. You wouldn't think that anyone would bother giving names to a length of road that was so short! But there they are. And you have to know them as part of the Liverpool street knowledge test.

    At least I'm not trying to learn the London street knowledge - their test takes 2 years to do, it's a proper course!

    Another thing I learned today: The A59 is a road that starts at the mouth of the Queensway tunnel right in the centre of Liverpool and goes all the way to the city of York. It's a loooong piece of roadway. All the way along it has different local road names, you have to learn each of them as part of the street knowledge for Liverpool. It starts with Byrom Street, then Scotland Place, Scotland Road is next, then you're onto Kirkdale Road, then Walton Road, County Road, Rice Lane, Walton Vale, Longmoor Lane and so on and so on. That's the A59 just up to Fazakerley Hospital by the way. It carries on right across England.

    You know the drummer from Def Leppard? The guy with one arm? He lost his right arm on the A59. Admittedly it was somewhere near Sheffield, but still, it's a fact - go and look it up if you like. The things you learn from studying the roads of Liverpool eh!