Vita Combibo

2006-12-12T09:59:00.000Z

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anasthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can't escape,
Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house

(aubade P Larkin)

rallying Call

2006-12-12T09:36:00.000Z

Risin up -- back on the street,
Did our time, took our chances
Went the distance now we’re back on our feet
Just a team and its will to survive --
So many times, it happens too fast,
You trade your passion for glory,
Dont lose your grip on the dreams of the past,
You must fight just to keep them alive

its the eye of the tiger,
Its the thrill of the fight,
Rising up to the challenge of our rivals,
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night,
And hes watching us all
With the eye of the tiger.

Face to face -- out in the heat,
Hangin tough, stayin hungry
They stack the odds still we take to the street
For the WIN , with the WILL to survive --

Risin up -- straight to the top,
Have the guts, need the glory
Went the distance, now we are not gonna stop
Just a team and his will to survive --

ode for the lucky man at xmas ?

2006-12-07T08:37:00.000Z

He laid her on the table,
so white clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
he touched her breast ,
then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
he gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide........
He looked inside,all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms.
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Then stuffed the Christmas TURKEY

GIRLS a SERIOUS warning

2006-11-30T12:43:00.000Z

I was forwarded this from a work colleague and its quite shocking! Read this and pass the warning on!!!

A woman at a night-club on Saturday night was taken by 5 men who, according to hospital and police reports, gang raped her before dumping her. Unable to remember the events of the evening, tests later confirmed the repeat rapes and along with traces of Rohypnol in her blood, was Progesterex, which is essentially a small sterilization pill. The drug is now being used by rapists at parties to rape AND sterilize their victims. Progesterex is available to vets to sterilise large animals. Rumour has it that Progesterex is being used together with Rohypnol, the date rape drug. As with Rohypnol, all they have to do is drop it into the girl's drink. The girl can't remember a thing the next morning, of all that had taken place the night before. Progesterex, which dissolves in drinks just as easily, is such that the victim doesn't conceive from the rape and the rapist needn't worry about having a paternity test identifying him months later. The drug's effects ARE NOT TEMPORARY- They are PERMANENT! Progesterex was designed to sterilise horses. Any female who takes it WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CONCEIVE. They can get this drug from anyone who is in vet school. It's that easy, and Progesterex is about to break out big everywhere. Believe it or not, there are even sites on the Internet telling people how use it. Please COPY this to everyone you know, especially girls. Be careful when you're out and don't leave your drink unattended. Please make the effort to PASS this on to all you know... Guys, please inform all your female friends and relatives. This has now been reported to have been used on 360 women around London. Girls keep your drinks safe at all times and blokes look after the girls you are with.

A brighter side

2006-11-29T17:28:00.000Z

Always look on the bright side of life.
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...Always look on the bright side of life.
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,... Always look on the bright side of death,
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.

(Monty python LOB)

its been a bad week

2006-11-29T11:16:00.000Z

Australia Win by 277 runs

Australia 602/9 Dec. & 202/1 Dec. v England 157 & 370
73rd Ashes Thu, 23 Nov 2006

England 14 - 25 South Africa
International Rugby Union Sat, 25 Nov 2006 14:30

Colchester United 5 - 1 Hull City
The Championship Tue, 28 Nov 2006 19:45

England Expects

2006-11-22T16:24:00.000Z

http://www.barmyarmy.com/

Northern Lights

2006-11-16T12:00:00.000Z

I love to see you free and dancing
You are my angel and my plaything
Your many ways have set my heart ablaze
It's you who puts my soul in ecstasy

You are my angel and my plaything
Your motion I find so entrancing
Shall I stand next to your fire?
Smoke rings rise higher and higher
You are my angel and my plaything

If I'm your rose you are my sun and rain
And the northern lights will shine again and again
If I'm your rose you are my sun and rain

In the heat of the night, in the light of the day
As is given can also be taken away
In the heat of the night in the light of the day
I remove anything that can stand in our way

I'll be your rose that sets your heart ablaze

Bricks in the wall

2006-11-14T16:53:00.000Z

I dont need no walls around me.
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Dont think I need any thing at all.
No. dont think I need anything at all.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.

the Professional

2006-11-13T03:09:00.000Z

He deals the cards as a meditation,
And those he plays never suspect,
He doesnt play for the money he wins,
He doesnt play for the respect,
He deals the cards to find the answer,
The sacred geometry of chance,
The hidden law of probable outcome,
The numbers lead a dance,,

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape of my heart

sting ( shape of my heart)

WAR !!! a thought for the weekend

2006-11-12T23:34:00.000Z

These lyrics has a very contemporary feeling to them, don't you think?

War! huh-yeah What is it good for?, Absolutely nothing Uh-huh
War! huh-yeah, What is it good for?, Absolutely nothing,Say it again y'all

War! huh good God,What is it good for?,
Absolutely nothing, Listen to me?

Ohhh? War!
I despiseBecause it means destruction?, Of innocent lives

War means tears, to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight, and lose their lives

I said - War!, Huh Good God y'all,
What is it good for?Absolutely nothing, Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord ,...What is it good for,
Absolutely nothing, Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker, War! Friend only to the undertaker,
War! It's an enemy to all mankind, The thought of war blows my mind,

War has caused unrest in the younger generation,
Induction then destruction-Who wants to die,

Ohhh? War Good God y'all, What is it good for?
Absolutely nothingSay it, Say it, Say it

War! Uh-huh Yeah - Huh!What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker, War! It's got one friend, that's the undertaker,
War has shattered many a young mans dreams, Made him disabled bitter and mean,
Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars these days,
War can't give life, it can only take it away

I just need a friend

2006-11-12T03:14:00.000Z

I don’t want a lover,I just need a friend,You can just leave me,To face life on my own,I know you don't love me no more,I knew this day it would come,Even when it cuts so deep,Its true I still want you,But the harder I try,The more I seem to lose,Ive had time to recover,Now that I know it wasn’t love,Its always a different story,When its me who’s in the wrong,But you cant have it all,Cause Im the one who’s strong,Ive already been burnt before,Once but never again,I know the time will come,That’s when you’ll need me then,I don’t want a lover,I just need a prayer,I know you never cared,Now that I know it wasn’t love,You don’t even care,About what Im saying,You don’t even think,What you’re doing,All you see is what you want it to be,But in there there’s just no room for me,I don’t want a lover,I just need a friend,Ive had time to recover,Now that I know it wasn’t love,You don’t even care,About what Im saying,You dot even think,What you’re doing,All you see is what you want it to be,There’s just no room in there for me,I dot want a lover,I just need a friend,Ive had time to recover,Now that I know it wasn’t love,

Hull 2-0 Wolves

2006-11-11T19:36:00.000Z

Goals from Craig Fagan and Stuart Elliott continued Hull's recent renaissance and condemned sorry Wolves to a fifth straight away defeat.
Fagan struck after 13 minutes, rifling home Damien Delaney's flick-on from Danny Mill's free-kick.
The winger then turned provider as he crossed for Elliott to wrap up victory with 15 minutes remaining.
The only negative point of a productive day for Hull came when Jon Parkin aka the BEAST was stretchered off in the first half

Last known wherabouts of CP007

2006-11-09T02:06:00.000Z

Best Driving Song Ever "official"

2006-11-09T00:12:00.000Z

I've been drivin' all night, my hands are wet on the wheel.
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel.
My baby call said I need you here.
It's half past four and I'm shifting gears.

When she gets lonely and the longing gets too much,
She sends a cable coming in from above.
Don't need a phone at all.
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a wave in the air
Radar love

The radio's playin' some forgotten song.
Revelrie's coming on strong.
The road has got me hypnotized,
As I spin into a new sunrise.

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough,
She sends comfort coming in from above.
Don't need no letters at all.
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a line in the sky
Radar Love

No more speed I'm almost there.
Gotta keep cool, now, gotta take care.
Last car to pass, here I go.
The line of cars drove down real slow.
The radio plays that forgotten song.
Brenda Lee's coming on strong.
The news man sang his same song,
One more radar lover gone.

When I'm feeling lonely and I'm sure I've had enough.
She sends the comfort coming in from above.
Don't need no radio at all
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a light in the sky
We got a thing and its called radar love
We got a thing that's called
Radar love

Waterfall

2006-11-08T04:32:00.000Z

Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you're at the wheel
Tell me how how does it feel
So good to have equalised
To lift up the lids of your eyes
As the miles they disappear
See land begin to clear
Free from the filth and the scum
This American satellite's won

She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall

She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall

See the steeple pine

The hills as old as time

Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west
Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her and wails
And fills up her brigantine sails

She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall

try this teaser

2006-11-06T20:09:00.000Z

only clue it finishes at 23 http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html
i did it in hour, pass it on and this image is on last page

rivals new sponser

2006-11-06T19:52:00.000Z

Local Rivals The White Sh***e better known as Leeds Dis-United have just unveiled a new sponser who wanted a new product to their Stock Range

Its been a while

2006-11-01T02:20:00.000Z

It has been 7 days since my last entry into my blog , a lot of it under the influence of mind altering Belgium beer and Herbal cigarettes. During small break to Oostende ?

So Back to reality check on monday to find out we lost to the Black Cats on Saturday to , yes you have guessed it a last minute goal .

So tonight we had the pleasure of a trip all the way down to Roots Hall to see the mighty tigers take on Sarfend . Playing some of the best football of the year and going down twice we managed to get one more goal in the 64th minute by Craig Fagan and end up WINNING and leap frogging Sarfend and Barnsley to go up places in the league, and the white Shite lost as well,

Oh Happy Days

Horrnets Nest

2006-10-24T08:02:00.000+01:00

Tonight sees a rest bite from the poor league form, as the tigers take the long journey south to play Watford in the 3rd round of the Carling Cup. But with Watford , newly promoted into Premiership also in a run of poor form , it might give a bit encouragement to City and put on a positive performance and progress to 4th Round and a money spinning tie against one of the big guns.

Sign Her up

2006-10-23T08:42:00.000+01:00

With the ball control she has the Tigers should sign her up.
Good chest down and keeps it tight in the box

Not Good Reading

2006-10-20T09:28:00.000+01:00

I may be a loyal Tigers fan and would generally hate the the likes of The White Sh**e , The Wendies and Terriers but i am aProud Yorkshire man. The Current CCC table is not good reading. The Four of us occupying the bottom of the table this has to change and soon. But cannot see it happening in foreseeable future

If it carries on all the way through to next May we could see Only one of us left occupying a place top two divisions of English Football

Missed Opportunities

2006-10-18T08:03:00.000+01:00

The fans turned up in dwindelling numbers 14,800 or so , down to the die hards or fools.
The Hatters fans could have probably used a couple of taxis rather than the bus they arrived in. So as the Ref blew his whistle he started a game which promised so much for brief spells, but between him and his assistants the dragged the game down with some appalling decsions. The worst was dissallowing a goal to the Tigers in the last minute of normal time. So for 90 minutes Tigers showed a little Teeth but no real bite.

So making a break for the exit and the 5 mile drive home, to ponder over what iI had just witnessed ,
I got a phone call from a good friend who had gone to see the Keane concert at local ice arena , did I make the right choice ?
The thing is I had the tickets for concert but due to this error in judgement and loyalty to the Tigers I sold the concert to her at face value and missed a great night by all accounts.

So as they say shit happens or life SUCKS

Mad as a Hatter

2006-10-17T14:07:00.000+01:00

Well its 14.05 just 5 hours 45mins before the mighty Tigers take on The Hatters at the KC.
At the moment we are languishing, rooted to the bottom of the table, desparately in need of 3 points and hat full of goals .

So I will be donning the Black and Amber with the other 15,000 faithful and crying out come on you Tigers.
So come 22.00 hopefully I will be able to post good news , but dont hold your breath.

The Tigers Lair under the stars

2006-10-16T16:24:00.000+01:00

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Tiger by William Blake

Sitting Before a Blank Screen

2006-10-16T12:35:00.000+01:00

Sitting before a blank screen ready for a go at this blog thingy.
I think i now know now how the great artists at their staring at a blank canvas , and great writers with blank page before their great works , must have felt before they achived notoriety.