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Every fall, we get to witness the hierarchy of bucks in the area. This guy is second in line. Unlike the younger males that run from the head honcho when he even looks at them, this one is up for the challenge.
My Cousin 3li =D
3leh 7rkat fdeit galba wala (K)
I will miss u m3a rask =Pp
Mashalla plz
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Woman the hell up! We are not weak emotional basket cases, We are Strong, Powerful, confident, driven creatures, who will claw our way out of the pit of hell to get to where we belong.
Jordan Sarah Weatherhead
As we dropped down from Cat Bells we could see someone descending Maiden Moor taking in the view over Borrowdale. :-)
one way down - faced with steep cliff, deep snow powder, ski across ice and rock with no chance to turn back but trust a local ski guide to arrive back safe in an area heavy with the risk of avalanche
even when I was young and rode bikes , I wasn't brave enough to grab the grips on something like this...
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Yesterday we had full fibre broadband fitted.
Very pleased with the new speeds
Our previous speeds from normal broadband were around 28 Mb/s (at good times) now we’re getting miles faster at around 139 Mb/s. Over 100 Mb/s faster.
We could never get cable where we are, it wouldn’t be worth it for the cable companies.
We’re quite some way from@m the exchange box too… the end of line, so I never held much hope of having a super fast connection.
EE our broadband and mobile phone network provider messaged me and asked if I’d like free installation and price fix until April 2026.
The three workers were brilliant and a credit to their company. They were careful about asking us exactly where we wanted the connection to the house etc.
Very polite, efficient, and professional.
These days we tend to stream a lot of the series and films that we watch.
Stacksteads
Lancashire
Afraid Ant mate I went for an ADL shot to sign off with though at least its a MAN & full size bus! Off up country for a few days back Sunday so no more uploads until after then.
Bittaford is the location some very attractive spots for pictures, these MAN's have been regulars on the X38 for some time now, again the new Stagecoach livery continues to divide,
I am a fan of it although i think the front panel would be better all one colour i.e blue! Stillthe backdrop is lovely and visible the main railway bridge and just up from there is The Horse and Groom pub.
Many years ago at the Newburyport Olde Fashioned Sunday celebration they had a skywalker perform at the Mall. The celebration has tamed down since then, but I have this actual picture as a memory.
I placed this correctly on the map in Newburyport, but Flickr's horrible map program calls it Salisbury.
The train station. I got off my train and walked across the bridge to take this. It never gets busy here...ever.
Ya'll Like To Talk Shit Ight Time To Man Up Yall Bitches Think Ya'll Can Talk Shit What I See Is A Average Bitch Being Behind A Avi That Yall Think Avi Is Good As Gold But Yall Ain't.... Want Some Cold Hearted Nigga You Got It
Inspired By:Trillville - Man Up
Once upon a time, there was a little white stray cat who lived in a Bus Depot. Life was pretty tough for this little cat; food was scarce and to start with at least, it was hard to find somewhere warm and dry to sleep – especially during the long, cold wet winter nights. However, the cat had used some initiative, and had taken to crawling up into the engine bays of the big buses. It was a bit smelly, and his white fur often ended up black and greasy, but – well – beggars can’t be choosers, and he was (after all) a beggar!
And then sometime last year, Life suddenly took a turn for the better for the little cat. The kindly man who was the Yardman for the Depot started leaving a bowl of food and a bowl of water near the fuel pump... The cat couldn’t believe his luck, and before long, he was happy for the man to scratch his ears! – which was a big step forward for the cat, for this was his first experience of Human Kindness!
After six weeks or so of regular meals, the little white (and at times partly black!) cat took to sitting near the Depot door, looking longingly inside. He was dying to find out what was on the other side of the door, but to go inside was a potentially scary move. After all, he might end up being trapped in there with a lot of angry Humans. But finally, one afternoon just as a Driver entered the Depot building, the cat seized the moment, and raced through the rapidly closing door...
As it turned out, it was a bit of an anti-climax. The world never ended, nothing untoward happened, nobody shouted at him – and in fact nobody really took much notice of him at all. But there was an old couch near the foot of a stairwell, and that couch looked Comfortable... Within minutes, he was fast asleep, curled up in a tight little ball of fur. In the middle of his sleep, he thought he heard voices, even thought he might have been touched by more than one person, but he was just too tired to worry, and he slept on!
Late in the afternoon, he awoke with a start. Voices were indeed close by; what should he do? Opening one eye, he surveyed the scene. There was nothing alarming to be seen – in fact the scene that filled his eye took him by surprise: someone was placing a plate of food on the couch beside him, and someone else had already placed a fresh dish of... milk?!? Suddenly, someone else was scratching his ears, and in spite of his uncertainty, he had to turn his Purr Motor on; he’d never, ever been patted like this ever before...
And so a routine developed; the little cat would sneak into the ground floor of the building during the day, and he’d sleep outside during the night – but even that wasn’t too bad now because one of the Mechanics had built him a little house to sleep in. However, there was still something that puzzled this curious little feline: what was up those stairs???
One day – and now no-one is quite sure when that was – the cat took the plunge: he raced quickly up the stairs, had a quick look... and raced back down again. He’d survived...! And so he tried again the next day, and the next – each time getting a little bolder, each time staying at the top of the stairs for a little longer... until, early one cold Spring morning, he followed an important-looking man up the steps and through a door into a room filled with a warmth that the he’d never ever experienced before! He didn’t know it at the time, but he’d just walked into the Team Leader’s office, and there – over against the wall – was a nice warm “Thingee” glowing red hot and giving out warmth – lovely, lovely warmth!
The cat slunk into a corner of the room and tried to stay out of sight, but he watched with interest the many comings and goings. One thing especially struck him (Figuratively speaking!): everyone seemed so nice. No-one was yelling; no-one was angry... After a while, he slunk out of the room and raced back down the stairs, but he was quite pleased with himself; he’d discovered what was up the stairs, he’d liked what he’d seen, and he hadn’t been chased or hit... He’d certainly pay another visit the next day...!
And so the very next morning, the cat once again carefully entered the office – and there in front of the warm machine was what looked like a nice white fluffy bed – all nicely stretched out... and the man was calling him over to it... The cat decided that the risks weren’t that great now, so he succumbed to temptation, stretched out in front of the warm heat, and quickly fell fast asleep... Somewhere in the middle of his slumbers, he thought he heard a new voice suggest that he should be called "Diesel", but he wasn’t sure if the voice was for real, or whether it was a dream, so he slumbered onwards...
Which brings us forward to today...
Today, this little white stray has indeed been named “Diesel”, and he still mostly sleeps on the comfy sheepskin in front of the heater, but every now and again, he curls up on the desk behind the Team Leader’s computer (Above); it just saves people having to bend down to stroke him! And when the Team Leader leaves in the middle of the afternoon, Diesel quietly ambles into the Driver’s Room and makes himself at home in a nice big comfortable armchair – directly below the wall-mounted heat pump!
So Life for little Diesel has never been so good now; he knows he's loved, and he's feeling pretty good about himself. But - and here's where things took a totally unexpected turn - a busy Bus Depot now has a warm fuzzy atmosphere that it never had before, and it's only got this atmosphere because it's been lucky enough to have been adopted by a once homeless, nameless, grease-smeared little stray cat...!
What a difference a little bit of Love makes!
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no muscles required
just a strong constitution
and backbone - and bullshit filter
also a good sense of humour
and appreciation for how absurd
life can be.
seen on this day in the window
of a vintage toy shop in Sapperton.
I met George prior to his gig in the grounds of St.Pauls Church in Birmingham's Jewellery Quarter. We had a brief conversation & he agreed to pose for my camera. George was extremely interested in my tee shirt which bore an image of Jack Kerouac. He said the image reminded him of a Scottish artist he knew long ago...
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George Melly, jazz singer, art critic and author, dies aged 80
By Sholto Byrnes
Published: 06 July 2007
The jazz singer, art critic and author George Melly died at his London home yesterday. Melly, 80, had been suffering from lung cancer for the past two years, but refused treatment so that he could continue performing.
It was a decision fitting to a man of considerable achievement - he had published numerous books, including three volumes of autobiography, was an acknowledged expert on surrealism, a broadcaster, raconteur and award-winning critic, and had written the words to the cartoon strip Flook - but who appeared content to let his life be his greatest canvas.
And what a life: as ramshackle, garish and joyous as the voluminous purple suits that hung around his massive frame, in which he was regularly to be seen at art openings, book launches, and his own performances, which continued right until the end. Only last month he was touring the country with the Digby Fairweather band.
Born in Liverpool in 1926, Melly was educated at Stowe, where he developed his passion for jazz. "I was passing an open study window," he wrote in his memoir Owning U, "and heard the most beautiful sound in the world. It was Louis Armstrong playing 'Drop That Sack'." By the time he was a regular attender at Humphrey Lyttelton's Saturday evening gigs in Leicester Square, Melly described himself as an addict. "I had resolved to become an executant," he wrote. "Too lazy to learn an instrument, I had decided to sing."
First in the 1950s, with Mick Mulligan's Magnolia Jazz Band, and then from the 1970s onwards with John Chilton's Feetwarmers, Melly was to become the finest singer in the British revivalist jazz movement. Beginning in 1973, his Christmas residency became an institution at Ronnie Scott's.
Only last year, he released an album on Candid records, The Ultimate Melly, with guest appearances from Van Morrison and Jacqui Dankworth.
It was also at Stowe that Melly discovered the pleasures of sex. He always denied the claim that he had seduced the former Sunday Telegraph editor Sir Peregrine Worsthorne on the art room chaise-longue. Nevertheless, he had a long stream of lovers of both sexes and was married twice, the second time in 1963 to Diana, who survives him. Melly was not reticent about his sexual escapades, documenting some of them in his book Rum, Bum and Concertina, and they remained a source of curiosity to his audiences. "An audacious minority of the public was eager to know if George was still homosexual," remembers Chilton in his recent book, Hot Jazz, Warm Feet. "We answered by saying that in the distant past he had been but then became bisexual on his way to being a mighty camp heterosexual."
Described by Diana as "fat and fairly famous", friends remember Melly as a man of irrepressible energy and enthusiasms but also as possessing a scholarly knowledge of both art and music. The fun and the seriousness went hand in hand. Asked by the gallerist James Birch to open his Salute to British Surrealism exhibition at the Minories Gallery in Colchester in 1985, Melly challenged Jennifer Binney, of the Neo-Naturists artists group, to see who could strip fastest. "The entire art world had come from London for the opening," recalls Birch, "and there was George wandering around naked."
Seeing Melly naked was a sight not confined to a few. One of his party tricks was to take his clothes off, get down on all fours, and rearrange his genitalia to impersonate a man, a woman, and then a bulldog.
He continued to be active, both socially and professionally, till the end. Most recently he was growing a beard in order to star in a film he was planning about Christ and the apostles. Neither had his appetite for partying diminished. Invited to a birthday dinner for the actor and singer Richard Strange, Melly misheard the address and arrived early at a pub near Strange's Kennington home. "When he realised we weren't there he went on to virtually every pub in the area and had a drink at each one," recalls Strange. "He eventually arrived at my house being carried bodily by two gay barmen, just in time for a singalong. Typically, George was the only one who knew the filthy versions of all the songs."
The worlds of art and music have lost both an entertainer and an intellectual with the death of George Melly. In the words of his friend James Birch: "He was a brilliant man - the last of a generation of bohemian all-rounders."
(c) The Independent
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