Symptoms

Yep, GGG ... I was half-joking about being lifted by Plod, but I was recalling what happened to that guy who Tweeted to his friends a joke about 'causing a loud bang at a Midlands airport'. He was dragged through the courts and almost got stretch in the Scrubs. As for Ester Rancid (and I've posted here about her in the past) ... she should report herself to Plod for aiding and abetting - she says she knew what was going on but did nowt at the time obviously fearing for her career; what a hypocrite, building a career on child protection. Note: 'causing a loud bang at a Midlands airport' is code so the eavesdroppers' super-computers don't sniff certain keywords or maybe I should have used a Captcha.

Ok, let me kick this one off as I realise that many here have been 'dancing around their handbags' wondering if they should start the toxic topic. Lots to discuss but the part that caught my eye was Savile's 'friendship' with Charlie Saxe-Coburg & Gotha Windsor. What did they do at Charlie's gaff and at Savile's remote cottage up in Chillyjockoland. A Palace spokesperson has issued a statement. Then we have the bit about an aid to a former Prime Minister being a chum of Savile and the suggestion of some sort of peadophilia ring operated by those in or around the Government/Establisment. Maybe I shouldn't have started a new paragraph, perhaps there's a link? Just in case GCHQ or the Peelers are monitoring here - let me state for the record that the above could be viewed as fair comment or meant as a joke and should therefore not result in me experiencing the 4am knock by Plod.

I came across the Bounty when I was looking at sailing vessels for sale at the start of the year ... if I recall it was up for about $4.5; I wonder if it was new owners in charge when it went down? Oh, and before anybody (and we all know who that might be) suggests that Symptoms wanted a boat to host Commie champagne parties on board let me get in first to state that everybody should drink champers, not just the vile, robber-baron, ruling Tory elite scum.

Anyway, back to Clattenburggate again ... So, the Chelsea bosses have produced a report on the incident to send to the FA - the same bosses behind the discredited evidence produced to support that vile creature Terry. So, some of the Chelsea players will be giving evidence to the FA investigators - the same players behind the discredited evidence produced to support that vile creature Terry.

Shock, horror, scandal ... you mean that there are still Council houses around? I though GGG's lot had sold them all off back in the day! I demand answers as to why the vile ruling elite - those scum-sucking Tories never finished the job off. Further, I want to know how on earth they didn't close the loophole of paying for the tenants' re-decorations ... typical Tory corruption; we'll probably discover the boss of the voucher company is the wife of some serving Cabinet Minister.

I reckon the black furry GGG should've stood:

Anyway, back to Clattenburggate. As the guy's radio coms was permanently on the three other ref bods will have heard what was said and will confirm or rubbish the story. Conspiracy theorists might think that the story is a classic Chelsea displacement device to deflect blame away from themselves, maybe one that wasn't properly thought through; perhaps they didn't realise the ref bods were wired-up all the time. You couldn't make it up!!!

Jeff - go to www.192.com loads of them listed in the area. 12 free results listed (4 in Bedders & 6 in hinterland) + loads of premium results (these ones available with a cheepo subscription)

Blimey Keith ... how many animals have you got? Where do you dispose of all their turds - maybe the old 'snails over the neighbour's fence' trick perhaps? Over here we are allowed to put the stuff in the 'green' garden waste bin, just as well as my woof seems to produce mountains of the stuff.

keith - leave the window open and get Tiddles a friend. Butch would then keep strays out.

keith wrote: "If John Terry was to set up a White only Players Union he would be jailed, simple." No he wouldn't. Behind closed doors the Chelsea bosses (with fingers crossed) would say to him ... "you're a very naughty boy, go stand in the corner for a few minutes".

This is the method GGG served his time on ... (there is a message in there)

Adam, Malcolm & Symptoms in discussion with GGG

Just as well that Peelers aren't allowed to stand in elections for Crime Commissioners ... they wouldn't turn-up for meetings, decisions wouldn't be taken, buck-passing would be rife, minutes of meetings would be forged, etc. etc.

I had a look at that link and was surprised at those who are unable to stand: "A person may not stand as a PCC if: they have been convicted of an imprisonable offence they are a serving; civil servant, judge, police officer, member of the regular armed forces, employee of a council within the force area, employee of a police related agency, employee of another government agency, politically restricted post-holder, member of police staff (including PCSOs) or member of a police authority MEPs, MSPs, AMs and MPs will be able to stand as PCCs, but will need to stand down from their existing post before being able to accept the post of PCC" Bullet point 2 rules out just about anybody working in the public sector ... hardly widening the democratic franchise!

Dipole & 5 on the right & 2 element Band 1 array on left therefore early 60s perhaps?

It was the Kings Arms. I remember in the 60s there was a big bunch of grapes (not real) that hung outside as a sort of pub sign and that where it got its nickname from. These nickname were (are) common for boozers. I remember all my old rellies, Grandfather, Uncles who lived in West Allotment going to Hill's (pronounced Hillzez) ... The Northumberland Arms nicknamed after the licensee from the 1920s - a guy called Hill.

Oh dear GGG! As the other wise owl on here (admittedly the one who blinks vigorously when emerging into the bright-light of debate ) you should know better than to rely on "official performance figures" when fighting your rear-guard actions. You'll be proselytising about that model of private enterprise Ryanair next. I say - Down with the Boss class! (GGG, as it should be here the above is meant in good spirit and not meant snidely)

Don't apologise Adam. Just wait for those who inhabit the 'right' to emerge from the dark place on here to argue with you ... then all you have to do is mention the present situation on the East Coast Mainline - that should shut them up!

Those of us of a certain age will remember some of the momentous American civil rights stories as they happened. Although I was too young to be aware of the Rosa Young story at the time, the stuff happening in the 60s was certainly reported on the BBC telly news every night. I do clearly remember the film of James Meredith being escorted by US Marshals into the segregated University of Mississippi (50 years anniversary only a couple of days ago), the freedom marches, Martin Luther King, Ali, and all the rest. Those of us with any sense of decency, even young teenagers like me, hoped they would succeed in their struggle.

keith - I didn't know Morpeth well so I can't help you with those other places ... my fun was in Bedders then South to the Toon or Whitley Bay. I went to the Dolphin maybe half-a-dozen times when I was a student up from London during the holidays at the end of the 60s and beginning of the 70s - I had a cousin who was with the Peelers based in Morpeth so would go with him on 'the razz'; my parents moved from Bedders in '69 so I never got back there during the hols. The only regular visits to Morpeth when living in Bedders were of a 'passing through' nature ... when we all used to go to the Mayfair in the Toon on a Friday night it was bus up from the Red Lion but at Mayfair kicking-out time (maybe 1 or 2am) the last bus back had left hours ago. How to get back home? Central Station, buy a platform ticket for 2d (old money), kip on the platform benches until the 3am London to Aberdeen mail/passenger express arrived (oh, try to avoid the Railway cops), hop on that then get off at Morpeth (all for a 2d platform ticket!). Then I'm afraid it was a walk back to Bedders ... 5 miles maybe but it was well worth it to see some top bands at the Mayfair. Ah, happy days.

Up Newgate Street on the right-hand side ... near where the White Swan is. The establishment is long gone - when I was through Morpeth maybe 25 years ago it had folded by then. Maybe the building is used for something else now. It was the first place I saw the bogs marked Stags and Does.

About my earlier reference to the Blackbird in Ponteland ... I was, as always, being galant in not referring to the place being packed with young women. What were us Bedlington lads doing there - for the beer of course! Why did we go to the Dolphin in Morpeth - for the beer of course! Why did we go the the Rex Hotel in Whitley bay - for the music of course! Why did we go to the Mayfair or the Oxford - for the music of course! The popularity of pubs for young folks was (is) always transient. A small group (girls or blokes) will discover a venue, word gets out and more follow, blokes (women) are drawn like flies to a plat 'cos of lots of young women (men), the place gets packed-out ... crushed standing room only, folks get fed-up with 5 deep at the bar, the move to somewhere else, the venue becomes a ghost. Then the cycle is repeated.

The Blackbird in Ponteland was often full of Toon footballers ... late 60s & 70s ... as loads of them lived in Darras Hall. I suppose it was easier for them to mix with the punters back them

Come on everybody ... who we kidding? Who bears the cost of flood defense? National and Regional government (or their agencies)? Belt-tightening (and a host of other terms), all euphemisms used by the ruling elite to inflict massive cuts on ordinary folks, is the cause of little or no defensive measures being taken. Some ex-Bullingdon Club sh*t, now working in the City insurance sector, thought what a money-making wheeze it would be to fleece ordinary folks by jacking-up their premiums ("Do you live within 1 mile of a river?" - well that'll cost you 5 times last years premium!). Then, just imagine the scene in some exclusive gentleman's club in Mayfair ... the City shi*t, large Chivas Regal in hand, leans over to some toff in Government (also a Lloyds Name probably but is keeping it out of the Members Register) and floats the get rick quick scheme. You know I'm right.