Don’t start me talking I could talk all night My mind goes sleepwalking While I’m putting the world to right
Called careers information Have you got yourself an occupation?
Oliver’s army is here to stay Oliver’s army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today
There was a checkpoint Charlie He didn’t crack a smile But it’s no laughing party When you’ve been on the murder mile
Only takes one itchy trigger One more widow, one less white nigger
(Chorus)
Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there’s no danger It’s a professional career Though it could be arranged With just a word in Mr. Churchill’s ear
If you’re out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg
I like pubs, and here are some good ones from West Oxfordshire. They all serve food and the best cuisine is to be found at the Blue Boar, Chipping Norton
The Fox Chipping Norton Morning Menu
However, the Fox Hotel is firmly at the top of the list. Reasonably priced accommodation, lovely atmosphere and excellent staff.
A Wadworth pub in the picturesque Cotswold village of Great Tew. once beloved now inhabited by the uber rich and inherited under dubious circumstances.
What is the Halifax Gibbet? The Halifax Gibbet was a machine like a guillotine that was used for public execution between the 13th and 17th centuries. It is in Yorkshire, England. The earliest recorded execution was in 1286. It is suggested that the Gibbet was built to punish thieves who stole cloth, especially from tenters (a wooden frame that cloth was stretched and dried on).
Escaping the Halifax Gibbet Convicted criminals did have one of escape. A law stated that if a condemned person could withdraw his or her head before the blade was released and hit the bottom, they could escape to the next town – Hebble Brook – and then they would be free. The one condition: that person could never return. The only lucky and quick guy to do this was John Lacy. On January 29, 1623, John managed to scape and run to freedom. But after seven years, Running Man, as he was nicknamed, foolishly believed that because he had done the impossible he would be allowed back. He was as wrong as he was dumb. As soon as he came back he was immediately put back under the blade again and this time he didn’t stand a chance.
Finding the Halifax Gibbet Almost 60 people, both men and woman, were executed by the Halifax Gibbet. The town finally stopped using it in 1650. The Gibbet originally stood at Cow Green but it was later moved to a marked site on Gibbet Street. The actual site of the Gibbet was lost after the 17th century until it was rediscovered in 1839 when workmen discovered the skeletons and skulls of two bodies. Possibly the last two men executed. The original blade (the head of an axe) was returned to Halifax in 1970. It can be seen at the Calderdale Industrial Museum. A replica of the Gibbet was reconstructed in 1974.
1286 John of Dalton 15th January 1539 Charles Haworth 20th March 1541 Richard Beverley of Sowerby 1st January 1542 Unidentified stranger 16th September 1544 John Brigg of Heptonstall 31st March 1545 John Ecoppe of Elland 5th December 1545 Thomas Waite of Northowram 6th March 1568 Richard Sharpe of Northowram ditto John Learoyd of Northowram 9th October 1572 Will Cockere 9th January 1572 John Atkinson ditto Nicholas Frear ditto Richard Garnet 19th May 1574 Richard Stopforth 12th February 1574 James Smith of Sowerby 3rd November 1576 Henry Hunt 6th February 1576 Robert Bairstow alias Fearnside 6th January 1578 John Dickenson of Bradford 16th March 1578 John Waters 15th October 1580 Bryan Casson 19th February 1581 John Appleyard of Halifax 7th February 1582 John Sladen 17th January 1585 Arthur Firth 4th October 1586 John Duckworth 27th May 1587 Nicholas Hewitt of Northowram ditto Thomas Mason (Vagrant) 13th July 1588 The wife of Thomas Roberts of Halifax 5th April 1589 Robert Wilson of Halifax 21st December 1591 Peter Crabtree of Sowerby 6th January 1591 Bernard Sutcliffe of Northowram 23rd September 1602 Abraham Stancliffe of Halifax 22nd February 1602 The wife of Peter Harrison of Bradford 29th December 1610 Christopher Cosin 10th April 1611 Thomas Brigg 19th July 1623 [?] Sutcliffe 23rd December 1623 George Fairbank ditto Anna Fairbank, daughter of George Fairbank 29th January 1623 John Lacy of Halifax (He escaped from the execution, but returned 7 years later where he was caught and executed immediately) 8th April 1624 Edmund Ogden of Lancashire 13th April 1624 Richard Midgley of Midgley 5th July 1627 The wife of John Wilson of Northowram 8th December 1627 Sarah Lum of Halifax 14th May 1629 John Sutcliffe of Skircote 20th October 1629 Richard Hoyle of Heptonstall 28th August 1630 Henry Hudson ditto The wife of Samuel Ettall 14th April 1632 Jeremy Bowcock of Warley 22nd September 1632 John Crabtree of Sowerby 21st May 1636 Abraham Clegg of Norland 7th October 1641 Isaac Illingworthof Ogden 7th June 1645 Jer. Kaye Taylor of Lancashire 30th December 1648 (sic) – should read April 1650 Jo. Wilkinson of Sowerby ditto Anthony Mitchell
Translation: “If the U.S. monopoly capitalist groups persist in pushing their policies of aggression and war, the day is bound to come when they will be hanged by the people of the whole world. The same fate awaits the accomplices of the United States.”
Update: Unfortunately, the more gruesome and macabre exhibits have been removed. It’s understandable but regrettable when history is censored like this. We live in a new puritanical age.
You have never been in love, Until you have seen the stars, reflect in the reservoirs And you have never been in love, Until you have seen the dawn rise, behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty, petty thieves, And you’re standing on our streets Where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, Oh my Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, Oh my
You have never been in love, Until you’ve seen the sunlight thrown, Over smashed human bone
We are the pretty, petty thieves, And you’re standing on our streets Where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, Such a silly boy Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor and not very rich and the very poor And he stole our hearts away
Morrissey’s lyrics are a cross between the inane and the sublime.
During 2004 six names were added to the list of US prisoners sentenced to death and later released on grounds of innocence, bringing to 118 the number of such cases since 1973.
Update: Visually rather old fashioned – this is how websites used to look at the end of the 20th century. A few nuggets to be found here although I’m not sure how active it is nowadays. I particularly enjoyed the pseudoscience section.
It describes itself as the Culture Jammers Encyclopaedia. Many subjects are covered from cryptozoology , Jello Biafra, Trickster Gods and Commerce Jamming.
Also very pleased that sniggle.net has been on the web since 1997.
“Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. No, not that Michael Jackson, but I am on a world tour. My tour is in pursuit of exceptional beer. That’s why they call me the Beer Hunter.”
“Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. No, not that Michael Jackson, but I am on a world tour. My tour is in pursuit of exceptional beer. That’s why they call me the Beer Hunter.
Michael Jackson presented ‘Beer hunter’ on British Television, an excellent series that ought to be repeated. This site has some great info about world beers but seems to not have been updated recently.
Update: Last update on the site was 2013. The site is really more of a tribute and an archive than a modern website, and I’m fine with that.
Luckily, Youtube has Michael Jackson’s beer Hunter series which can be found here:
“Those of us who like a few pints already know that beer fights cancer and is an absolute life-saver in an avalanche emergency situation, but what about the apparently proven effect of ale on the old waistline, eh?
What actually causes the beer belly is the overwhelming desire to partake of an enormous kebab or plate of curry after a particularly robust session, the BBPA says. This is true, although the BBPA is not taking in account something else all beer-drinkers know: that doner kebabs combat male pattern baldness and curry increases attractiveness to the opposite sex.
Which is why people who prefer wine are invariably bald and single – despite having a waistline like Calista Flockhart.”
“Palace courtiers battled with software for more than two hours during the ceremony, with the waiting audience of be-hatted sycophants growing increasingly restless, as Her Majesty repeatedly failed to knight Mr Gates. After two false starts, the Keeper of the Royal Disks (more affectionately, if warily, known as Hard Rod) was forced to reinitialise the Monarch’s ageing boot drive, reinstall Microdaft Monarchy.
Several onlookers who knew-a-thing-or-two-about-computers thought that a virus may have been to blame, the most likely candidate being the infamous “Camilla” Trojan. If left unchecked, this wicked little filly of code can cause fatal system errors in any Royal lineage, and has even been known to lead to full Republic status in a matter of weeks. A palace IT manager said later that “Camilla is an absolutely lethal Worm which can leverage outage disruption in mission-critical architectures, whilst further impacting substantive legacy systems… blah blah blah…”
The Royal honour was to have been bestowed at the personal request of the British Prime Minister, a known technophobe, in recognition of Mr Gates’s regular help with “sorting-out his Hotmail account”. More cynical observers have suggested, ridiculously in our view, that Mr Gates’s stupendous wealth may also have entered into the equation: World-Dominating Technology + Very Rich Guy + PM = Third Term. Absurd.
Following his eventual knighthood, as an American citizen Mr Gates cannot of course be referred to as “Sir Willy”, as this is an honour that can only be bestowed upon British subjects in a bizarre “RubbaDubbing” ceremony. However, since software patches were added in 1997 and 2001, the UK now runs remotely on a networked operating system based in Washington, so it seems likely that provided Mr Gates returns his original program disks, and agrees to the installation of a UK-registered dongle, he will be automatically upgraded to a full “substantive” knight in due course.”
“In my judgement, said Tony Blair at Prime Minister’s questions last week, considerations of national security have to come before civil liberties, no matter how important those civil liberties are.”
It’s official: protection of the state is now more important than the freedom of the individual.”
Update: I don’t really do politics anymore, there’s much more important things to do
One of the things about StumbleUpon was that you could give a thumbs down negative review – which I did here. To be honest back in 2005 we didn’t have all the non-stop bat shit insane conspiracy stuff like we do now. The self righteous do love to be self righteous though and this site was a non-stop exercise in virtue signalling.
From the page: “It is very obvious that the American forces are committing crimes of genocide every day in Iraq.”
Id Aromatics is somewhat of an Institution in Leeds. It has been going for over twenty years, long before aromatherapy became popular. It was originally on Briggate and if my memory serves me correctly, started trading in 1983.
You can smell Id Aromatics from nearly 50 meters away and the pleasant odours emanating from within intrigued me so I followed my nose and went in.
The inside of the shop is a bit of an Aladdin’s cave and I’ve always found the staff to be helpful.
There is a minimum order of £35 from the website
Update (2021): Glad to see that Id is still there.
Update (2025): No longer there, but still can be placed online
