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England, Talke’s Spitfire Bird

An Architect of the air: Talke's England: Reginald Mitchell -Designer of the best fighter aircraft of WW2: The Supermarine Spitfire.jpg

An Architect of the air: Talke’s England: Reginald Mitchell – Designer of the best fighter aircraft of WW2: ‘The Supermarine Spitfire.’

The Supermarine Spitfire is one of the best loved and widely recognised British aircraft of all time. It was designed by Reginald J Mitchell, who also designed the Supermarine S-series racing seaplanes which secured the Schneider Trophy after competition wins in 1927, 1929 and 1931.


Talke’ s: Reginald Mitchell’s: The Spitfire. WW2’s England’s and Great Britain’s best ever built and flown fighter aircraft of the war!!!!

The prototype Spitfire, K5054, first flew on 5 March 1936 powered by a Rolls-Royce Merlin, the last of Sir Henry Royce’s engine concepts before his death. Delivery of the first production Mk1 Spitfires into RAF squadron service took place from July 1938. The Spitfire and the Hawker Hurricane with their Merlin engines achieved lasting fame during the Battle of Britain in 1940.

By the time production ceased, more than 22,000 Spitfires and Seafires (naval versions of the Spitfire) were built. Merlin engine developments brought the aircraft better performance, but the last marks of Spitfire used the larger, more powerful Griffon engine. A total of 48 variants were made during the development and production of the aircraft over 10 years. They served in every combat theatre, operating as fighters, fighter-bombers, and reconnaissance aircraft as well as the Seafires which operated from aircraft carriers. It was the only allied fighter to remain in full production and front-line RAF service both prior to and after World War Two. The Spitfire also served in 28 other air forces across the world.


England,  Talke’s Reginald Mitchell’s best fighter-aircraft of World War Two: ‘The Supermarine Spitfire’

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North Staffordshire Potteries Workingmen’s Clubs of the Late 1980’s & Early ’90’s

North Staffordshire Potteries Workingmen’s Clubs

Kidsgrove Working-mens-club

North Staffordshire Potteries: Kidsgrove Workingmen’s Club

Bill Cawley: “Peter Kay is not far out when portrays the strange acts at the Phoenix. I recall vividly the Pakistani stand up comedian who told racist jokes against himself, the asthmatic country and western act from Cleverley who stopped for breath half way through his act.” I’ll be with you in a moment “, or the overloud ear-ringing rock bands. Sometimes there were special events like a boxing tournament at the Suburban where one competitor eschewing the basic defensive stance advanced with arms flaying like a windmill to be quickly demolished by punishing jabs that opened his nose up in a crimson torrent. For the turns themselves there was recognition that there efforts were taken with proper regard. As local act Gerry Stephens writing of the time reportedSaturday was the highlight of the week and people would make an effort to look their best. The Committee officers ran them with a grip of iron and membership were as tightly controlled as any freemasons. Instant silence followed the command ” Give order please” and quiet was demanded- and got- when Bingo started. Bingo was a ritual with its language and actions especially when certain numbers were called out ” Ted’s den- Number Ten, Two fat ladies 88, Leg’s eleven” followed by wolf whistles and the clinking of glasses as pens were banging against them. Sometimes a frustrated gamester would call out to the elderly lady caller ” Shake them up, Elsie” if his numbers were not coming up.Then there were the turns.“You’d arrive outside the Club, grab your gear, and go in. The room would be completely empty. Then people start coming in; the room is packed, and it’s your job to entertain them for the night. You’ve only got your guitar, your voice and your patter, to get them going, gets them laughing.It was quite a thing to be an artist in the 70s, there was a lot of respect shown; the audience wasn’t allowed to come in or go out during a bracket”.But the knell- as it was for the working class- was already tolling for the clubs.”

Bill Cawley: “I was born in Stoke in 1955 and lived and worked in the City. I was a City Councillor from 82-7 and a County Councillor from 97-05. I’m a member of the Green party My heroes are Thomas Paine, HL Mencken, Tom Joad and Ernest Everard..,”

Talke’s, Newcastle-under-Lyme, North Staffordshire: Talke Social Club mid-1980’s & early ’90’s:

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Talken News

“Where there’s mold? There’s Gold!”
Yesterday, I asked the 450 or so members of a Facebook page I manage on the village of Talke [Our Talke] where I grew up and currently reside, if any of them could remember a certain strange salesmen character from my earlier years growing up here as a child.
He was all the mother’s favorite shop-keeper and door-to-door salesman of shite out-of-date food and out-of-date goodies for all the kids (including my v. own mother: Mrs. Patricia Killeen). He operated and served the local community with his wares to the families off the local council estates and in and around the village in the Borough of Newcastle-under-Lyme near the city of Stoke-on-Trent and on the north Staffordshire/ south Cheshire counties border in Northwest England.

Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

Vince’s fruit and veg. shop and Post Office was in Unity Way, Talke. Which is in a rather shabby council estate built in the 1970’s. Full of unemployed young men abusing and selling drugs, over-weight single mothers on state benefits and the location of Vince’s rather disgusting cockroach-rat-infested shop full of out-of-date shite food that the locals snapped up at Vince’s super-lowest-low-prices!
‘Get-it-while-u-can!’ he would shout out around the streets of Talke from his jam packed shitty little van full of crap food and stuffed full of other bollox you didn’t really want! But, he some how managed get you buy it off him! The Cunt!
Vince’s other favorite saying and key to his business success of his shop and life-long motto of his v. v. surprising and rather amazingly long existence as a v. v. dodgy food retailer and a credit to his rather unusual business acumen was:
“Where There’s Mold? There’s GOLD!”
It was open during the 1980’s and early 1990’s. After which it closed. Thank F.! Probably after a Health & Safety law violation and inevitable inspection by a local government Environmental Health Officer. Who most probably, and almost certainly, condemned the place and had Vince’s fruit & veg. shop shut down with immediate effect! And then had Vince banged up for 50 years for breaking every’ Consumer Health act and local and national government’s directives and laws on food hygiene and consumer protection since the’ early 1820’s!
Vince’s old shop is now ‘Manhattan Pizza.’ A rather horrible, Pakistani fast-food outlet selling over priced 32″ inch Pizzas, horrible greasy, v. soggy, & v. thin French fries and disgusting Donner Kebabs to all  the TV coach potatoes in the local area and in the vicinity of Unity Way council estate.

doner kebab spit roasting

Doner Kebab Spit Roasting

Donner Kebabs consist of one small pita bread stuffed full with the most fowl mix of dog-food like donner ‘meat’ (If u can call that shite meat!) cabbage and other so called: ‘mixed salads.’ All christened with the most fowl super-red-hot-chili sauce. That only absolute idiots or, pissed-out-of-their-mindz-nut-bags would dare even attempt to put in their mouths. Or, even contemplate eating. As it burns the F. out of your throat and sets fire to your belly, as well as the horrid greasy donner meat food poisoning you are most certainly gonna experience soon after the consumption of a Donner Kebab dirt-box on a post-piss-up-take-away-filthy-feed. As it is left spit roasting for days. Vertically. Like some deranged elephant’s foot or lower leg. Going round and around for days.
This fast ‘food’ (if u can call it food! As I wouldn’t!) outlet is right next door to a new off licence: St. Mary’s News. Which opened just recently in our village. Run by South-western Indian Roman Catholics who are v. nice, friendly, happy and helpful people. It has an excellent full-shelves-range of all necessary provisions of all v. good local convenience stores. Including: all the best wines, beers and spirits and superb choice of cheap cigarettes and tobaccos. All at superb value for money prices. The local store also has countless bargains and weekly offers which are all great value for money. As well as, a superb customer service reputation with all the locals.
Talke News (located just one street and a few hundred yards away from Saint Mary’s News, on the Newcastle Rd. A34 near to the village of Talke’s crossroads) started a petition against the new store from opening up a year ago in November 2014.  That saw Mr. Singh, the shop owner of Talke News, get in the local newspaper for his campaign to stop the opening of yet another off licence in the local area on the grounds that it would cause anti-social behavior in the neighborhood and somehow convinced the local resident petitioners that a local crime-wave would ensue if it were ever to open.
The local rag: The Sentinel (that  which I never buy any more on account of it being more right-wing and fascist than Hitler’s and Himmler’s favorite daily newspapers) published the details of Mr. Singh’s petition and his son Dill’s comments in November of last year, 2014. On, or near the front page of the local city of Stoke-on-Trent Neo-Nazi Fascist rag or what some people describe as a newspaper.
Mr. Singh is an impressive, built-like-a-brick-shit-house 6′ foot 6″ inches tall Punjabi Sikh. Who is said to have been a veteran of one of the India’s wars with the muslim Pakistani’s. And, who could probably kill 200+ muslim Jihadist Taliban religious nut-bag extremist fundamentalists armed to the teeth with AK-47’s and rocket launchers with his bare hands. And, who runs and owns this other off licence store and Newspaper shop along with his really cool son: ‘Dill.’ Who is a friend of mine and really kind to me when I visit the shop for my daily ration of ciggies and a few bevies now-‘n’-again. ‘Dill’ runs the shop most of the time for his father, who is a little less well acquainted with western European culture and also pretty hopeless on how to effectively and profitably run a corner shop in northern England, in this, the earlier decades of the 21st. century.
Mr. Singh and and his really cool son Dill, started their petition against St. Mary’s News a year ago in November around bonfire night on the 5 th. of that month in attempt to stop them from even opening. This got them both: Dill and Mr. Singh and also their shop: Talke News off licence store and newspaper shop in local Fascist rag (or newspaper to some): ‘The Sentinel.’ (See link & photo below. Picture: Malcolm Hart)

Talke News Petition against the opening of an off licence some 500 yards away in the next street from Mr. Singh's (Left with traditional Sikh turban ) off licence store and newspaper shop on the A34 in Talke, Newcastle-under-Lyme. Photograph appeared in the Stoke-on-Trent local fascist rag.

Talke News Petition against the opening of an off licence some 500 yards away in the next street from Mr. Singh’s (Left with traditional turban ) off licence store and newspaper shop on the A34 in Talke Newcastle-under-Lyme. Dill, his son can be seen on the right with his father holding the aforementioned petition. Photograph appeared on or nr. the front page of the Stoke-on-Trent local fascist rag: The Sentinel in November of last year: 2014. Picture: Malcolm Hart [ ]

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Paris, France bombings/AK-47 machine-gun massacre, ‘Jihad Johns’ USA drone assassination and Jeremy Corbyn’s Unilateral disarmament un-conditional surrender of the U.K. into the hands of these insane Arab-muslim fools

‘The Reds’ and ‘The Greens’ – ‘Should Not Be Seen. Except Upon FOOLS!”
Like this guy: TRH (The Right (Dis-) Honourable) Mr. Jeremy Corbyn MP. Current opposition leader and head of the now hopeless and also now un-electable ‘New Labour.’ And, an early 1980’s front-man and organiser of the Clapham Common CND protesters.
Who is in favour of the unconditional surrender of U.K. of G.B. to such insane militant and extremists as the Arab-muslim religious militant fundamentalists ISIS or IS (Islamic State) in a foolish policy in favour of scraping ‘Trident.’ Which with M.A.D. (nuclear assured destruction) has kept the world FREE from any more future World Wars since 1945.
In the light of v. recent events in Paris and Syria, by Arab-muslim Jihadist nut-bag extremists in what was a most terrible, terrible thing they have done in Paris, Jeremy Corbyn (the tit-wank!) has finally: ‘Shut It!’ And, cancelled his speech scheduled recently under heavy criticism of his anti-war P.C. (politically correct) CND, B.S. policies and un-electable politics of the once, mighty and once, socialist Labour party from most of the other British M.P.s.
The unconditional surrender of U.K. of G.B. in a foolish attempt to win over SNP Scottish voters (also in favour of scrapping ‘Trident.’). Which with M.A.D. (nuclear assured destruction) has kept the world FREE from any more future World Wars since August 1945. In the light of v. recent events in Paris and Syria by the the insane, Arab-muslim Jihad nut-bag extremists in what was a most terrible, terrible thing they have done in Paris, France yesterday, by the mass-murdering of over 100 innocent young teenage civilians with AK-47’s (at an American band’s concert in that city), and, the dirty handy-work of the now dead (hopefully!), evil arse-hole (killed by a USA drone airstrike yesterday thank F.!,) of the London based ‘Jihadi John.’.., Jeremy Corbyn’s Unilateral disarmament of The Trident Nuclear Programme (Also saying also he would never, ever: “Press the Button” if he ever became Prime Minister (which he never will…God help us if he did!)).., is a completely ludicrous, foolish and self-harming! Both; to himself and to the once great, mighty and socialist Labour party. And, attempts and severely damages Britain’s v. v. successful resolve for over 1,000 years to defend herself from the likes of much less democratic, tyrannical, war-mongering, anti-western, anti-Christain, un-ethical, competely evil, mass-murdering bastards: Like those insane Arab-muslim, Jihad, nut-bag extremists and militant religious fundamentalist arse-holes! Who mass-murder 100’s of innocent civilians with AK-47’ machine-guns in the city streets of western-Europe and then go’ kill themselves! W.T.F.’s wrong with these people?



British and American armed forces End Wars


The Battle of the Somme, WW1. British troops run to the German machine-guns to die. 300,000 killed or wounded duing the battle in Northern France or Flanders. Against heavy German machine-gun resistance and the myraid of barb-wire fences seen here.

Remembrance Day (sometimes known as Poppy Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth of Nations member states since the end of the First World War to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. Following a tradition inaugurated by King George V in 1919, the day is also marked by war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November in most countries to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended “at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month”, in accordance with the armistice signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. (“At the 11th hour” refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am.) The First World War officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

Over The Top! To death at the hands of the German machine-guns!

Over The Top! To death at the hands of the German machine-guns!

The memorial evolved out of Armistice Day, which continues to be marked on the same date. The initial Armistice Day was observed at Buckingham Palace, commencing with King George V hosting a “Banquet in Honour of the President of the French Republic” during the evening hours of 10 November 1919. The first official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the grounds of Buckingham Palace the following morning.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem “In Flanders Fields”. These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I.

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.’ beautiful anti-war poem by:
Wilfred OwenPoet: Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MC.
He was an English poet and soldier, one of the leading poets of the First World War.
Born: March 18, 1893, Oswestry
Died: November 4, 1918, Sambre–Oise Canal, France
Period: World War I
Poems: Dulce et Decorum Est, Disabled, Mental Cases, Insensibility, The Parable of the Old Men and the Young, Elegy in April and September, To Eros
Influenced by: Siegfried Sassoon, John Keats, William Wordsworth.

Talken’ Legends of the north-2-south prehistoric Roman Britannia & Anglo-Saxon road: The A34

Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

There is road that runs right through the heart of my home village of Talke.
Talke is a village in the north of the Staffordshire county of England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme: an ancient market town and location of a v. old Anglo-Saxon and, later Norman castle (now gone! Alias!). Both mentioned in the 11th. century Norman chronology of England: ‘The Domesday Book.’



And, the place of my birth and my childhood home. And, the village of Talke [Our Talke] on the north Staffordshie/ south Cheshire counties border in the U.K., is now where I reside once more. After leaving here at a v. early age of 18 years and one month (for my own innocent demise as a Geography and Politics student) for the v. heart of England’s capital city: London.
Only to return here, a half-broken man in his late 30’s. To write, blog and photograph this amazingly ancient: ‘high-place.’ With commanding panoramic views over the super-affluent v. richly-farmed-dairy-fields of the county of Cheshire. Full of really fat-friesen-pied-dairy-cattle that munch on the superb-lushes-green-grasses (because it’s so bloody damp & wet here!) of the piss-wet-threw North-west English county of Cheshire. That also has v. ancient Norman, Dane and Saxon beautifully preserved churches and black-‘n’-white-timbered Cheshire farms and cottages unique to this county bordering the north-Staffordshire village of Talke. And now home to the super-rich and lovely, little villages of the Cheshire plain and south Manchester of Talke’s north-western extreme. Talke also has superb views of the Welsh mountains to it’s south-western aspect.
I’m sure, I was meant to return here!
To think, once more, of it’s surprising, historical significance in pre-historic, Roman, Anglo-Saxon, English and ultimately: British history!

The village of Talke (which in itself, by it's very own name, denotes in old Saxon or Norse 'High Place' from the Germanic word 'Tor.' 

The village of Talke. Which in itself, by it’s very own name, denotes in old Saxon or Norse ‘High Place’ from the Germanic word ‘Tor.’

The original A34, the road that runs straight through Talke, is in fact an ancient Anglo-Saxon or pre-history (maybe!) north-to-south road that pre-dates the Romans.
This road. the original A34, runs south from the v. important port of Portsmouth in southern England, right up, some 500 miles, threw the back-bone of England’s southern route to the north-west and to Carlisle in the north of England and to the Scottish border and to Hadrian’s Wall.
And, is in fact v. v. special!


A34 Talke – Newcastle under Lyme Borough, North Staffordshire England UK of GB

As I worked here, as a barman at the Talke Social Club, for nearly ten years, when I used to be a student (desperate for cash!) and, looked down upon this: an ancient junction of many roads at the heart our village of Talke, from my high predispose-view-platform of the posher: ‘Round-Room’ (where I would serve the richer clientele with their Napoleon Brandy and Rum ‘n’ Pep) I would often ponder on my v. own theory that I now present here, on this, our Limey’s WordPress Blog: Rebel Juke.
That ‘Round Room’ had commanding views of the v. heart of our village of Talke. And, the ancient junction that I now speak of . . .
I think that my village had some important significance in Celtic, Anglo-Saxon and/or English and British history. And, that the true location of what’s v. well known in my city of Stoke-on-Trent which is a piss-poor-shit-hole and Britain’s second poorest city (after Derby) with this countries lowest wages and in the ancient market town and 12th. century Borough of Newcastle-under-Lyme as: ‘Talke Crossroads’ was not in fact at it’s present location at the bottom of the Talke hill. And, put there and re-located some 200 years ago. And, was in fact much further up ‘Talke ‘o’ the Hill’ (as the village was once called in ancient times). And, is at it’s heart! Unlike the v.  busy current Talke crossroad’s location which is much further away down the Talke hill from the main settlement of:
‘One Celtic or Saxon market cross, two v. v. old public houses or pubs:’The Old Queen’s Head’ and ‘The Swan Inn’ or ‘Swan Hotel.’ ‘(And, right next-door to each other?! Nutz! No wonder I like a drink now ‘n’ then growing up here!).
‘Accompanied, on the v. old market square, at the v. top of the hill, with the v. old and ancient Anglican and Saxon, 6th. century St. Martin’s church.’

The old market sqaure at the top of the hill with the v. old Anglicain, Saxon, 6th. century St. Martin's church. Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

The v. old market square at the v. top of the Talke village hill. With it’s v. old Anglican, Saxon and 6th. century St. Martin’s church. And, one Celtic or Saxon market cross and two v. v. old public houses or pubs. Right next-door to each other! (Totally-Nutz! No wonder I like a drink now ‘n’ then! Growin’ up here!).

The A34 Newcastle Road at 7am rush hour this morning: 11th. of November, 2015.

The A34 Newcastle Road at 7am rush hour this morning: 11th. of November, 2015.

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We Won’t be Celebrating the Fourth of July this Year – Here’s Why -..-?!

Well,  well! The Fourth of July!file_6_1

‘Have a Nice Day’ Everyone in the United States! We all hope ‘Ya’ll’ have fun today and you enjoy your mom’s apple pie with your Budweiser beer and a couple of Jack Daniel’s & Coca Colas whilst you guys watch the fireworks.

America is celebrated its Independence from Britain in the 18th. Century today. I think it was the late 1770’s or early 1780’s, well, 1776 to be exact, when George Washington commanded the American Militia to victory against the British Continental Army with a bit of ‘assistance’ from those little tossers: the French!

Victory in battles such as Bunker Hill in Boston (which I have visited) and on the River Delaware ensured that Britain’s most prized colony, namely: the United States of America, now the richest most powerful nation in the world, was freed from the tight, evil grip of the crazy King George III of England.

I have visited some of the old battlefields, watched most of the movies and read some of the books on that, one of the most interesting and pivotal times in history. One of the few times the British army has ever been defeated in battle. One other occasion was in the Suez Crisis in the 1950’s. When it sadly became apparent that Britain was no longer a world power. After hundreds of years of world dominance, Britain and England were no longer a superpower. Why was this the case ? You may ask yourself …

Well its mostly to do with the USA and the two world wars of the 20th. Century. War is an essential part of history, economics, social order, politics, race relations and religion. Not to mention world power and geopolitics.

george cross

Two world wars within the last century have crippled England and the old, now dead, British Empire. Which was the most powerful nation and Empire on the planet at the turn of the last Century. The sun never set on the Great British Empire and most of the world map was coloured purple.

From the whole of North America in the west. South Africa and Rhodesia in southern Africa. In the middle east: Palestine and Egypt. In Asia, India: “The Star in The Crown of The British Empire” (and now the world’s largest democracy) and in the far east: Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong. To name but a few.
(Oh, I forget our massive colony of Australia! [and New Zealand] Well it’s miles away from anywhere and full of x-criminals!).

It was these nations of ‘The Commonwealth’ who helped save the British Empire on several occasions during the 20th. Century.

North America (USA & Canada) and a few other ‘English Speaking’ countries, who were still part of the Great British Empire or Commonwealth, helped save the British and it’s Empire in both world wars. Or, did they?
Did America Really Save Britain and its Empire?
The Empire that the USA so jealously hated and deviously coveted?

American industrial might and it’s resourceful, hard-working, positive and happy people helped save Britain from the likes of Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany and that little prick: Adolf Hitler, this much is true! Twice, rather late on in the day, Britain was saved from evil, devious plans of those who she so bravely fought, mostly alone, for many years, with her strong, warrior class men of Celtic and Anglo Saxon blood who make the best soldiers on the planet.

But, America is a selfish and very greedy nation, and like France with Britain, we were not wholly satisfied with the ‘kind help’ we received after 1917 and 1941 from the world’s largest economy.



To be honest, France is an ungrateful, arrogant and foolish nation. She is: ‘The Old Enemy’ of England, who suffered for many years from the might of the Great British Empire. Just like many other European countries. We, the British had full world dominance for hundreds of years and ‘Britannia Ruled The Waves’ and most of the world up to, and until the end of the Second World War.

France, we feel, are unappreciative of Britain’s contribution and our ever kind, open handed assistance for the pig-headed French. They were, in the First World War, saved by the B.E.F. (British Expeditionary Force) and the English speaking Americans.


World War One Map - Eastern and Western Fronts -1917 and Beyond

World War One Map – Eastern and Western Fronts -1917 and Beyond

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I smoke e-cigarettes, but don’t inhale ?


The smoking Monroe – 1950’s – ASHes – 2 – ASHes

Well … Seems like I have made a fundamental error when it comes to the new safe way to smoke!

When I excitedly ordered my first e-cigarette from Amazon a couple of weeks ago, I was delighted at my future prospects and from what they promised and what everybody had said about this fantastic, ultra-modern invention and thought it the perfect solution to my ten year horrible habit, modern man’s most horrid addition to the world’s most addictive drug. The e-cigarette came the very next day and I looked forward to freedom from a stubborn addiction that has cost me a lot in the past few years, both on my physical wellbeing and financially.

I puffed away day and night on my £15 ‘Magic Ciggy,’ as my mum called it, who was also delighted at prospect of seeing her son free form a ten year heavy smoking habit and her house free from the ‘dreaded weed.’ We both prepared for a future free from the filth of cigarettes and rolling tobacco, not to mention to be free from the financial burden of a sixty-a-day smoking habit.



All was going well; Rosy, Hunky-Dory, Perfect …

But NO ! I could sense something was not quite right …

It didn’t stop me from smoking my daily allowance of 10 Silk Cut and a pack of Amber Leaf ! I kept going back to the corner shop in Talke everyday for my daily allowance of tobacco and cigarettes !

I couldn’t stop smoking ! Why I thought, is this not working ? Everybody else said they were fantastic and had stopped them from smoking. It was reported in the national press that e-cigarettes stopped that ever present craving and saved you lots of money not to mention your life !

Perfect ! But not for me ! Why ?

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Bob Marley – Could you be loved – ? And.., Be Loved – ?

Bob Marley

Bob Marley


“Could You Be Loved” is a song by reggae group Bob Marley & the Wailers. It was released in 1980 on their last album Uprising and is included on Bob Marley & The Wailers greatest hits album Legend. It was written in 1979 on an airplane while The Wailers were experimenting on guitar. The song is considered by many reggae fans to be one of his finest songz ever!

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved and be loved?
Don’t let them fool ya
Or even try to school ya!
Oh, no!
We’ve got a mind of our own
So go to hell if what you’re thinking is not
Love would never leave us alone
A-yin the darkness there must come out to light
Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved, wo yeah! – and be loved?
The road of life is rocky and you may stumble too
So while you point your fingers someone else is judging you
Love your brother-man!
Could you be,could you be , could you be loved?
Could you be,could you be loved?
Could you be,could you be – could you be loved?
Could you be,could you be loved?
Don’t let them change ya, oh! –
Or even rearrange ya!
Oh, no!
We’ve got a life to live
They say
Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive –
Stay alive! Ehh!
Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved, woah yeah! – and be loved?
(Never miss your water until your well runs dry
No matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.)
Say something! (Could you be – could you be – could you be loved?
Could you be – could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something!
(Could you be – could you be – could you be loved?)
Say something!
Say something! Say something! Say something!
Say something! Say something! (Could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something! Reggae, reggae!
Say something! Rockers, rockers!
Say something! Reggae, reggae!
Say something! Rockers, rockers!
Say something! (Could you be loved?)
Say something! Uh!
Say something! Come on!
Say something! (Could you be – could you be – could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be – could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be – could you be – could you be loved?)
Say something!

Bob Marley - Could you be loved? And, be Loved!

Bob Marley – Could you be loved? And.., Loved!

Chasing Rainbows at Kid’s-groove-··-Stoke-on-Trent

Chasing Rainbows at the Church in the village of Church Lawton, Talke/ Kidsgrove Stoke-on-Trent in the Northwest English village on the north Staffordshire and Southeast Cheshire county borderline.

Chasing Rainbows at the Church in the village of Church Lawton, Talke/ Kidsgrove Stoke-on-Trent in the Northwest English village on the north Staffordshire and Southeast Cheshire county borderline.

Sally Cinnamon lyrics 

Until Sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds oh they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Join my tears
Allay my fears ..,

Stone Roses
(Brown/ Squire Manchester, England UK:-1986).

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Kurt Cobain Musician

Kurt Cobain

Kurt Cobain Kurt Donald Cobain was an American musician who was best known as the lead singer, guitarist, and primary songwriter of the rock band Nirvana. A talented yet troubled grunge performer, Kurt Cobain became a rock legend in the 1990’s with his band, Nirvana. He committed suicide at his Seattle home in 1994.

Born: February 20, 1967, Aberdeen, Washington, United States
Spouse: Courtney Love (m. 1992–1994)
  • I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
  •  Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
  • If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on.
  • I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.