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IN October 1978, when Jimmy Savile was in his paedo pomp, seducing kids on the BBC with the vow that Jim’ll Fix It and spinning the discs on Radio 1, Johnny Rotten wanted to murder him. In this clip, John Lydon talks about killing the protected Savile.
The interview features on Public Image’s album Religion Attack. This part about Savile never did make the Beeb’s final cut for broadcast:
The Daily Express leads with its customary picture of ‘Our Maddy’ and the headline: “Maddy Arrests Within Weeks.”
“Cameron backing new investigation”
Inside the paper, we learn:
Mr Cameron said the case of the then three-year-old who went missing from a holiday apartment in Portugal’s Algarve in May 2007 was one that continued to shock the nation.
What did he say of the Met’s investigation?
“It is welcome because they say that there is new evidence, new leads to follow, new things to be done. It was a case that did shock and still shocks the nation and if an answer can be found we should try and find it.”
IN 1935, Ernest Hemingway wrote to Ivan Kashkin, a Russian translator and critic,. The Post Post Script is memorable:
“P.P.S. Don’t you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure. When you work hard all day with your head and know you must work again the next day what else can change your ideas and make them run on a different plane like whisky? When you are cold and wet what else can warm you? Before an attack who can say anything that gives you the momentary well being that rum does? I would as soon not eat at night as not to have red wine and water. The only time it isn’t good for you is when you write or when you fight. Yuu have to do that cold. But it always helps my shooting. Modern life, too, is often a mechanical oppression and liquor is the only mechanical relief. Let me know if my books make any money and will come to Moscow and we will find somebody that drinks and drink my royalties up to end the mechanical oppression.”
REGRET the error:
A Catholic priest was not among three men graphically filmed being beheaded in Syria last week a friar overseeing the Franciscans in the Middle East has told CNN.
Father Francois Mourad, a Syrian originally named as victim of a merciless mob, was instead shot eight times on June 23 when a group of rebels stormed his monastery …
Apologies to his nearest and dearest.
MADELEINE McCANN: Anorak’s look at the missing child dubbed ‘Our Maddie’ in the news:
BBC: “Madeleine McCann: New leads spark Met formal inquiry”
Det Ch Insp Andy Redwood, who is heading what has been called Operation Grange, said: “The review has given us new thinking, new theories, new evidence and new witnesses.”
What new theories? That she wandered off? It’s taken as fact that she was abducted.
Sky News: “Madeleine McCann’s parents have welcomed the launch of a new UK police investigation into their daughter’s disappearance.”
A Met Police review has identified 38 “persons of interest” who detectives want to speak to in relation to the suspected abduction in 2007 – almost twice as many as previously thought.
Officers say they are moving from the case review to an “investigative stage of the inquiry” and now intend to pursue more information about those individuals – 12 of whom are UK nationals
HE’S coming out. One of James Bulger’s killers, Jon Venables, will be freed from prison. The parole board said the man who killed two-year-old James Bulger when he was 10 will be released from prison – he was put away for accessing child pornography on his computer. It also emerged that he had been arrested for drugs offences, had sex with a woman on a “parent” team looking after him and broke the teems of his parole by visting Merseyside.
James’s mother Denise Fergus tweeted:
“Venables is getting released. Just don’t believe what I’ve got to go through again.”
The Ministry of Justice spokesman says Venables can “be safely managed in the community”.
”Their life licence lasts for the rest of their lives, and they may be recalled to prison at any time for breaching their licence conditions. Additionally, they will be subject to strict controls and restrictions for as long as their risk requires them.”
A huge debate erupts.
WE’VE seen a number of news reporters snapping and shouting at videobombers (those people who wave and mug behind presenters and mouth ‘hello mum’), but what about those who want a bit of revenge?
Welcome to the world of Pat Tomasulo of WGN who decided to get his own back.
JON Venables is back in the news. One of the two boys who murdered James Bulger, aged 2, is the subject of the Sun’s front-page story:
“Bulger killer’s secret release”
He’s out? The newspaper report begins:
“A feared plot to free James Bulger’s killer…”
So. Venables is not of prison. He’s inside. What’s the fear?
CHRUCH is not all about belting out the first lines to All Things Bright And Beautiful and trying to pray the kids into a Church school. It’s about fighting the good fight.
To Utah’s Meadows Ward, where at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for a missionary farewell and a baby blessing. A family there to see the blessing were sat in a pew. The parents were reserving seats for other family members. That did not included Wayne Dodge, 51. He sat in one of the reserved seats. Things were said.
Dodge and a man in the family group took it outside.
Says Weber County Sheriff’s Lt. Mark Lowther:
“(Dodge) ended up throwing a couple of punches and striking this individual. He had some blood coming from his face, so he went inside the church to clean up. And when he exited the church, (Dodge) was in his car. I guess there was another confrontation.”
After which Dodge (and what price nominative determinism?) hit the man with his vehicle.
“Ultimately, the victim ended up on the hood of the car. [Dodge] exited the vehicle and some other people that attended the church service restrained him. And I don’t know how, but he ultimately ended up in the bishop’s office until law enforcement arrived.”
Dodge was arrested.
LOOKS like the Arab Spring is over in Egypt. President Morsi has been toppled by the military. The Muslim Brotherhood must be a tad disappointed that a secular dictatorship is back in charge. Will they back any new Government? Or will they try to usurp it?
Morsi said “I am prepared to sacrifice my blood”. Things are messy.
The Big Pharaoh explains what is going on:
The failure of Westerners to understand why Egyptians revolted against an elected regime is stemming from the fact that they, the Westerners, are secured in their inclusive constitutions, bills of rights and rule of law. We have nothing of these. We only had one facet of democracy – election – which brought a cultic organization with a fascist twist that decided to cancel the other facets.
So. what about the Obama administration? It’s man has gone. Obama had been supporting Egyptian President Morsi. Obama’s Egypt Policy is confused. He missed the chance to make the USA the good guys. Now he scrambles for irrelevance, at best.
DALE Irby is the gym teacher who found a look that worked and went with it. From his first yearbook photo in 1973 at Prestonwood Elementary school, Texas, to 2013, Mr Irby wore the same outfit.
To begin with it was an accident. In the 1970s, brown was pretty much the only colour a man was permitted to wear. In 1973, Mr Irby wore his ubiquitous brown tank top over a light brown shirt for the school photo. In 1974, he was still wearing it for the next snapshot.
His wife noticed. She dared him to wear the same outfit every year. For one thing it would funny. For another, it would keep his weight down.
It became a theme.
FACE of the day: Antonio Lopez Chaj, a 43-year-old house painter, appears with his attorneys at a news conference in Los Angeles Monday, July 1, 2013. Face of the day: Antonio Lopez Chaj His lawyers announced he has been awarded a $58 million by a jury in Torrance Superior Court.
THERE’S no hiding from the fact that people who can do Parkour are really, really cool. It is dangerous, dynamic and makes us all look like wobbling, wheezing pedestrians in every single way.
God, how irritating these Parkour types are.
That said, when we’ve stopped being jealous, we can only admire these people and the things we do – especially James Kingston who stars in a frankly astounding video, designed to make all your genitals retract into your body with vertigo and fear.
Banning EDL fans Pamela Geller and Robert Spencer also means the Boat Race streaker and honest Jews are refused entry to Britain
WHO gets into the UK? Pamela Geller (above) and Robert Spencer have been from entering Britain to speak at an EDL rally.
Home Secretary Theresa May has told Pamela Geller and Robert Spencer, both of the anti-Islamic group Stop Islamization of America, that their presence in the UK would “not be conducive to the public good”.
Oh, and the Australian Trenton Oldfield whop disrupted the Boat Race by jumping into the River Thames. He’s lived in the UK for ten years and never claimed a penny in benefits nor put a foot wrong. That “public good” is a woolly catch all.
But Geller and Spencer are nasties. Barthes notes:
Their allies include Babu Suseelan, a Hindu militant who claims that Muslims “breed like rats” but that Islam can be “wiped out”, and it was only bad publicly that prompted the two to cut links with John Joseph Jay, a man who openly called for violence against Muslims and others.
BLADE RUNNER is one of my all-time favourite films. The director’s cut is even better. Future Noir:
One of the Blade Runner Convention Reels featuring interviews with Ridley Scott, Syd Mead and Douglas Trumbull about making Blade Runner universe. This 16 mm featurette, made by M. K. Productions in 1982, is specifically designed to circulate through the country’s various horror, fantasy and science fiction conventions.
SIX weeks after Bert Stern took these pictures in June 1962, Marilyn Monroe died.
The set became known as The Last Sitting. Sten and Monroe spent three-days at the Bel Air Hotel in Los Angeles. He took 2,500 photos.
Said Stern, who died in June 2013:
“It was a one-time-in-a-lifetime experience to have Marilyn Monroe in a hotel room…”
In the point-click-and-publish digital age, Monroe would never have looked so good:
TRANSFER Balls: A look at Arsenal’s moves in the footballing flesh markets, according to the media experts:
The massive £75m spending spree has begun. The Arsenal website says the Gunners have secured the services of Yaya Sanogo…for free! Says Arsene Wenger of the young Frenchman:
“Sanogo is a good young signing for us.”
Because he’s free and has name that sounds like a German orgasm…
“He has shown that he has potential with his recent performances for Auxerre and also for the France Under-20 side.”
And he’s free…
“We are looking forward to Yaya joining us and continuing his promising development.”
And the bit about his being free.
FLASHBACK to The Vietnam War: Draft Director Curtis W. Tarr spins a plexiglass drum containing capsules with birth dates and orders of assignments for men born in 1953 at the beginning of the fourth annual Selective Service lottery in Washington. Tarr, the man who developed the lottery for the draft during the Vietnam War, died Friday of pneumonia at his home in Walnut Creek, Calif., his daughter Pam Tarr said Wednesday, June 26, 2013. He was 88.
Was everyone equal in this macabre lottery?
During the early part of the Vietnam war, males could be exempt from serving in the military (and being sent to war) by attending college. Eventually this practice was ruled unfair (to people who couldn’t afford college), so the college exemption was eliminated.
What was in the drum?
The draft lotteries were classical ball and urn experiments: blue plastic capsules containing birth dates were selected from a large glass container. The results were controversial because some believed that the balls were not sufficiently well mixed, and that consequently, the samples were not truly random.
A lottery drawing – the first since 1942 – was held on December 1, 1969, at Selective Service National Headquarters in Washington, D.C. This event determined the order of call for induction during calendar year 1970; that is, for registrants born between January 1, 1944, and December 31, 1950. Reinstitution of the lottery was a change from the “draft the oldest man first” method, which had been the determining method for deciding order of call.
There were 366 blue plastic capsules containing birth dates placed in a large glass container and drawn by hand to assign order-of-call numbers to all men within the 18-26 age range specified in Selective Service law.
With radio, film, and TV coverage, the capsules were drawn from the container, opened, and the dates inside posted in order. The first capsule – drawn by Congressman Alexander Pirnie (R-NY) of the House Armed Services Committee – contained the date September 14, so all men born on September 14 in any year between 1944 and 1950 were assigned lottery number 1. The drawing continued until all days of the year had been paired with sequence numbers.
Did it become less biased?
To make the process “truly impartial,” Tarr introduced a “double-draw lottery” that employed two drums — one with red capsules assigned 365 different birth dates and another with green ones numbered from 1 to 365. First a birth date was drawn, then a priority number; when paired, they determined the order eligible men would be called up.
Worked out by mathematicians, the procedure appeared to result in “true randomness,” The Times said in 1970 after the second lottery had been held. No month had been exhausted of dates until the 335th drawing. The No. 1 priority date, July 9, had been the 11th capsule drawn.
What was it like being chosen?
EDT writes “I had graduated high school in 1970, was in community college. I was always raised to believe that you owed your country service. My brother was about to be drafted. I never really worried about VietNam. I enlisted with my brother under the Buddy System, in March 1971.
After Basic, my brother applied for a recruiter job back home for 30 days. I was sent on to Ft. Sam Houston for Medic training. He later applied to go to Nam and I applied to go to Germany. Well, as fate would have it, I went to Nam and he to Germany. I was a medic, worked in the Operating Room. I was in Nam until August, and I was a changed person when I came home. I wanted nothing from the Government and didn’t involve my self with the US Government for 35 years. But here recently , I’ve been going to the VA Hospital for help with PTSD, and I am now collecting a disability check.
I’ve never felt cheated by my experiences in Nam, nor did I ever try to make something of myself. Life is to live, and too fragile to be hemmed in by an office or a plant. I worked as a delivery driver for 22 1/2 years at JCPenney–nothing too complicated. I lost my family to PTSD, but am now married to a wonderful gal who is helping me get the help from the Government that has been earned by my experiences. My draft number, I think it was up around 300 or so ……grin…..but I don’t regret what I did. I’m proud I served and helped my fellow soldiers the best I could. In the 40 odd years since, I’ve seen a lot of folks come and go. Keep smiling. ”
EST writes “I was a a senior at UGA scheduled to graduate from Business School in the fall of 1969. My brother graduated from Fla. State with an accounting degree the year before, was immediately drafted and within 12 months was in country and avoiding firefights. He was with an Americana Division recon patrol based at fire base Mary Ann in NW Vietnam. He sent me a letter pleading for me to get into an Army reserve or National Guard unit, which he assumed would give me a better chance of survival. He knew from our childhood army games and teenage BB gun fights that I was a pretty easy “kill”.
Our fraternity had scheduled a “lottery party” on the night of the lottery but it slipped my mind completely. I had actually gone to the UGA library to handle some homework (proving to myself in later years that I actually did visit the place). I got to my car (67 blue GTO – what a beauty) turned on the radio, and the second date that was announced was my birthday for draft #176. In my home county of Fulton, that was not going to cut it.
Two memories remain in my recollection of the feeling at the Pi Kappa Phi house that night. One was that the winners did not celebrate too much because we were all really concerned about the low-number brothers that we feared were going to war. Most of our ROTC and bigger boys got the coveted high numbers. There were mixed emotions that night. At our school there had up to that point been no campus demonstrations or open talk of not going if called to serve. That never came up. It was just a given that you go and serve your country if asked.
My last fall quarter was wonderful. My girlfriend had graduated earlier in the year and had a good job back in Atlanta working for Coke. She would come up on weekends or I would go home. After my last intermural touch football game that fall quarter I knew the good times were about over. I remember looking over all the young brothers and their dates at the house dining room. They were so full of life. Wishing I could stay with them a little longer I knew my life was about to get real serious, real fast.
I was I-A and had passed my military physical. I still had the option of joining the Navy for 4 years rather than serving in the Marines or Army infantry for 2 years as a draftee. I would decide that move when the orders came to report for duty. One weekday morning before Christmas, I got a hurried call from my fraternity brother John Johnson. He was at Dobbins AFB just up the road telling me that the Marines were taking a few good men into their Air Wing Reserve unit. He and Spunky Good were already signed up, and were filling out the paperwork. I told him I was on that unit’s list and every other Reserve list in the state. He said it didn’t matter, they were taking the next two or three guys through the door. I must have hit 90 on I-285 but got there in time. I very much to this day appreciate that phone call.
My brother made it home alive with several Bronze stars for heroism. It would be 13 years before he got married to start his wonderful family. I served 6 safe and secure years working weekends on F-8 jets for the Marine Corps. I was able to start a career, and start my family immediately. My wife and I were so lucky and fortunate. Several of my fraternity brothers and high school classmates did not make it home from that horible war. Some came home very much injured from their honorable service. Their lives were forever injured as well.”
EDT writes “I spent three years in the Army which was probably a good thing because I didn’t have a clue of what to do with the rest of my life. Within a year of my discharge I was accepted for a federal job and retired in 2004 after 31 years of USG service, most of it spent overseas.
I still remember that night watching the lottery in 1969 and the tears and fear I felt. I have never since then felt such a lonely feeling. My last day as a civilian I had my father take me to a movie theater and, by myself, watched the Godfather. To this day I feel that if there was a draft today our wars would be finished much earlier.”
More memories of the draft here.
Some of those who refused are here:
DEXTER’S ‘dark passenger’ allows him to throw off the shackles of humdrum like in the ‘burbs and go around stabbing folk through the heart while they’re wrapped in clingfilm. Of course, he’s not real and we can’t hope to emulate him… until now!
Thanks to a life-sized cake replica of the TV serial killer, we can now stab Dexter Morgan! Then we can eat him like we’re Jeffrey Dahmer or something!
GLOBAL warming isn’t all bad news. Although fans of massive hungry ants will be upset:
An aggressive ant species so vicious that in groups it can eat bird hatchlings alive may see its territory decline in the coming decades as climate change takes its toll on its habitats.
Pheidole megacephala, more popularly known as the big-headed ant, has been classified as one of the world’s 100 most invasive species, found in every continent except Antarctica. A recent model, however, predicts global warming will slow the ants’ march significantly by 2080.
YOU marvelled at the woman too fat to tan. Now read about the woman too fat for a pedicure.
To Hot Springs, Arkansas, where Rachel Bascue has been refused a pedicure at Regal Nails Salon because of her size.
One day earlier, Rachel’s mother had also been refused a pedicure at that salon for the same reason.
This time, however, Rachel taped the visit. We hear a staff member tell her:
”The chair under 250. You cannot fit.”
Another tells her:
“I’ve tried to tell you too many times. It’s not fit for you. It’s dangerous. It is for your own benefit.”
Ms Bascue said she suffered emotional abuse:
“I have been talked about and made fun of, but this is the first time I was made to feel like a freak.”
The nail salon did not point out that she was wearing two different shoes…
MIROSLAC Tichý (1926 – 2011) was the man with the homemade cardboard, plywood and tin cameras who snapped photos of unsuspecting locals going about their day in Kyjov, Czech Republic.
Many of the pictures are of women. Many of the women were at the swimming baths.
On his Facebook page, Tichý gets a grand billing:
This last master of the 20th century photography was only discovered some 6 years ago and left a radical and unorthodox body of photography focussed on the female figure. After studying at the Academy of Arts in Prague, Miroslav Tichý withdrew to a life in isolation in his hometown of Kyjov, Moravia, Czech Republic. In the late 1950s he quitted painting and became a distinctive Diogenes-like figure. From the end of the 1960s he began to take photographs mainly of local women, in part with cameras he made by hand. He later mounted them on hand-made frames, added finishing touches with pencil, and thus moved them from photography in the direction of drawing. The result are works of strikingly unusual formal qualities, which disregard the rules of conventional photography. They constitute a large oeuvre of poetic, dreamlike views of feminine beauty in a small town under the Czechoslovak Communist régime.
He was often arrested at the swimming pool.
The police failed to see the artist. They saw a funny, dishevelled man taking pictures of women in their swimsuits. He might have looked like a bit of pervert. But he was an artist.
His work has since been shown at museums and galleries in London, Paris and New York.
A spot of background:
After finishing the secondary grammar school in Kyjov he studied at Academy of Fine Arts in Prague under leadership of Jan Zelibsky. He received recognition within collective of his classmates for being very good draftsman, his immense talent and for his unique personal sense of humour. He left studies in 1948 and returned home.
Born in 1926, Tichý could have become one of the prominent painters of the modernist Communist regime. He was accepted to the Academy of Fine Arts in Prague, but after the Communist takeover in 1948, he grew defiant of requirements to draw socialist workers in overalls rather than female nudes and quit the prestigious school. Tichý was quickly identified as a rebel by the oppressive regime who began making attempts at “normalizing” him (whatever that entailed). After his compulsory military service, Tichý became more eccentric.
On his official website we learn:
Most of the public thought he was just pretending taking pictures. And it was this distinctness which brought him to the conflict with the authorities. He had to spend some time in mental hospital… But in a sense Tichy was just a rebel against order. This is why asked in 1989 ‘’Why don’t you change your image when times have changed?’’ he answered ‘’Times have changed but people didn’t’’.
The New York Photo Review said of his pictures:
We see women photographed from the rear, from the front, from the side; we see their feet, legs, buttocks, backs, faces, as well as complete bodies [as when drawing a nude at the Academy]; we see them walking, standing, sitting, bending over, reclining. There are a few nudes, though the poor image quality sometimes makes it difficult to determine if we are looking at a nude or a woman with not much on. [...] Whatever eroticism is present is limited to that of the voyeur; these women are not inviting us into their world.
The Michel Hoppen Gallery explains why it’s art:
He would often draw intricately on each print in pencil embellishing the images with his lines or reworking them in other ways, Tichy would also sometimes include a card frame around the prints and decorate those too. The work that might to the casual viewer, simply appear to be intrusive voyeurism, takes on a melancholic and poetic quality. They are exquisitely produced small objects of obsession, which have no equal. He produced work – not for others, but solely for himself without any regard for exhibiting or selling the work to others.
In 1981, Roman Buxbaum, Tichý’s neighbour and friend found his prints strewn around on the floor and began collecting them over the years. He was for a long time, the only person other than Tichý to see the prints, which were often gifted to him in stacks by his eccentric neighbour.
Since his discovery, Tichý never once attended an exhibition and remained an outsider for the rest of his life. He died in the same village where he was born in 2011 at the age of 85.
Tichý reveled the key to his talent:
“First of all, you have to have a bad camera. If you want to be famous, you must do something more badly than anybody in the entire world.”
THE police in the US of A are armed. They are able to dispense ultimate justice at the flick of a trigger finger. This makes them powerful. It should make them cautious and respctful of their badge. However, it can also make them gung-ho, threatening, bellicose and militaristic.
Radley Balko is author of the forthcoming book, Rise of the Warrior Cop: The Militarization of America’s Police Forces. He’s compiled examples of slogan-heavy T-shirts sold and won by police officers. These include T-shirts that see men as quarry and children as animals:
THIS is your chance to buy a nearly-unused classic car. Lambrecht Chevrolet of Pierce, Neb., (prop. Ray and Mildred Lambrecht) shuts its doors after 50 years business. The Lambrechts never did sell all the cars they owned, many taken in part exchange. Land is cheap. Space is not at a premium. So. They kept around 500 of them. And now these cars – many have less than 10miles on the clocks – are for sale.
Cars like the 1956 Chevrolet Cameo with mile on the clock and a 1978 Corvette that’s done five miles.
A CHINESE lantern is thought to have triggered the West Midlands’ biggest ever fire. The symbol of romance lanced on a recycling plant in Smethwick, Birmingham. It set alight 100,000 tonnes of plastic.
Eleven firefighters have been hurt.
Steve Vincent, from West Midlands Fire Service, tells us:
“A Chinese lantern was spotted on CCTV floating across and into the site and starting a fire in plastic bales.”
As this shop says:
Authentic Chinese Sky Lanterns or Flying Chinese Lanterns have been used for thousands of years and traditionally released to bring good luck and prosperity.