Zootopia (2016)

Goosebumps (2015)

Mr. Peabody & Sherman (2014)

Elf Life

There isn't a bandwagon that I won't jump on. However shameless.

Toy Story 3 (2010)

3000 Posts

No doubt there's four or five booksiveread2011 'resting' in the draft section of the blog as I write but, to all intents and purposes, this is the blog's 3000th published post.

What (slim) hopes I had for the blog way back in April 2004. Pat on the back for myself for even failing to reach that especially set low benchmark. That takes a certain talent and dedication.

On reaching this particular blogging landmark, there'll be no misty eyed look back on posts past. That's so four years ago.

No, I'll just mention that this landmark post ties in nicely on a personal note because it's Fusspot's six month birthday today.

Fusspot? Did I ever get that nickname wrong. It's like nicknaming Ronnie Corbett 'Stilts'. Zen would have been a more appropriate nickname. I guess he's just happy and content in the knowledge that he shares a birthday with a certain musical genius, and that it's also the historical date of Celtic's last decent result in Europe.

That, and the fact that he's constantly entertained and mesmerised by 'Drama'.

Now that's a nickname that's bang on the money.

Simon's Cat in Santa Claws

Whilst I try to locate my mp3 of Graham Parker's 'Christmas is for Mugs', and as recommended by Owen:

Check out more snippets at the official Simon's Cat website

Hat tip to Tami over at Facebook.

An American Tail (1986)

Muppets From Space (1999)

Killie me softly

Crumbs.

You don't even have to click on the link. All you need to know is the opening paragraph to the report linked to:

Robbie Keane's Celtic debut ended in disappointment as Kilmarnock recorded their first win at home against the Glasgow side in nine years. [My emphasis.]

Does Tony Mo have to go? Should I have copyrighted the 'Melting Mowbray' post title all those games ago? Will Owen allow me have a full night's sleep again before his seventh birthday?

My arch nemesis

Don't be fooled by the cute camera pose.

He talks like Morph and has the sleeping pattern of Keith Richards.

Finding Nemo (2003)

Going home at half time 'cos it's too bastard cold

Further to this recent post, it turns out my memory isn't too shoddy after all.

As revealed by this list it was Mark Goodson who played for Hemel Town FC back in the day. Other names from that list transporting me back into a fug of early eighties football nostalgia include Tony Horsfall; Dave Edwards; Steve Hoar (a drinking mate of my Dad); Steve Wilson (a workmate of my Dad); Mick Vipond; and Hugh Boycott-Brown (with a name like that, should have been a backbench Tory MP. I seem to remember him as a free scoring centre forward.)

Last post was entitled Tony Horsfall's black and white army. For some reason, in my mind's eye, I primarily remember Hemel playing in white shirts and black shorts but they must have mostly played in their usual red strip when I used to watch them. So why can't I remember it? Maybe all my memories of Hemel playing have been crystallised into one particular match where they happened to be wearing their change strip of black and white?

It's amazing the stuff you think of when you're sleep deprived by a 15 month force of nature.

A year and a day

Owen's first birthday.

The orange giraffe moomin horse gatecrashed the party. Ostler Owen had to bring it under control.

Thank you Jello Biafra

Note to self.

Next time Owen wakes up screaming, sing the chorus to the Dead Kennedys' 'Kill The Poor' over and over again. It quietens him down a treat. (Whistling the chorus can also be used as a back up.)

Thank you Jello Biafra. Thank you SLC Punk!

'I asked for cornflakes'

Weekly Bulletin of The Socialist Party of Great Britain (92)

Dear Friends,

Welcome to the 92nd of our weekly bulletins to keep you informed of changes at Socialist Party of Great Britain @ MySpace.

We now have 1480 friends!

Recent blogs:

What is to be done?

Never say oil

Financial wizards or great pretenders?

Quote for the week:

The grabbing hands

Grab all they can All for themselves, after all

It's a competitive world

Everything counts in large amounts

Depeche Mode, Everything Counts (1983)

Continuing luck with your MySpace adventures!

Robert and Piers

Socialist Party of Great Britain

Between the first and the second cup of tea . . .

"Give me a baby in a Celtic top before he is seven months old and I will give you a Bhoy for Life"

Wardrobe provided by Uncle Graham and Auntie Sharon

Photographed by Auntie Anne

A bastardisation of that famous Jesuit quote by his Dad . . . and if the accompanying photograph doesn't convince him where his football loyalties should lie then telling him he was named after Owen Archdeacon should do the trick.

BabyBjörn Again

Weekly Bulletin of The Socialist Party of Great Britain (76)

Dear Friends,

Welcome to the 76th of our weekly bulletins to keep you informed of changes at Socialist Party of Great Britain @ MySpace.

We now have 1416 friends!

Recent blogs:

Booms and slumps - what causes them?

Capitalism, war and atrocity

Future al Fresco

Quote for the week;

'A rise in the price of labour, as a consequence of accumulation of capital, only means, in fact, that the length and weight of the golden chain the wage-worker has already forged for himself, allow of a relaxation of the tension of it.' Marx, Capital, Volume I, Chapter 25 (1867)

Continuing luck with your MySpace adventures!

Robert and Piers

Socialist Party of Great Britain

Pictures of Smiling Babies Increases Blog Traffic . . . amongst friends and family

Negotiations over the 'Socialist Standard subscription as a Christmas gift' continues apace:

'You're kidding me on? I don't believe you. You mean every single article concludes with the same final paragraph? What about the book reviews?'

'I'm going to clean your clock in a minute if you don't tell me a real bedtime story! Ire of the Irate Itinerant doesn't count.

Tell me that one about 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears' again. I love that one. See when you told me Frank McAvennie used to be a top class striker, I knew then it was a fairytale.'

'OK, this blog has now officially jumped the shark. Once you decide to actually get back to real posts rather than falling back on YouTube clips, Weekly Bulletins and unsanctioned pics of me, then you can get back to me. I might - just might - stop pretending to be asleep all the time.

PS - I'm still adamant that I don't want the Socialist Standard in my stocking come Christmas morning. Get me a sub to the New Yorker instead. The cartoons are funnier.'

Hat tip to Auntie Anne for the pics.