Showing posts with label England. Show all posts
Showing posts with label England. Show all posts
Thursday, 9 June 2016
Monday, 1 February 2016
Sunday, 11 October 2015
Cult Cuties - Ride 'Em, Cowgal
Harrison Marks' most famous model, former Windmill Theatre topless dancer, Soho camera club legend and bit part Hammer player June Palmer.
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
Monday, 21 September 2015
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Sunday, 1 March 2015
Friday, 8 August 2014
The Shot - Ye Olde Pie 'n Mash Shop
Ahh, the east London ‘delicacy’ Pies n' Mash - often served with eels! Yummyyy!!
Well, there are reasons the words 'England' and 'Fine Dining' are synonymous!
Saturday, 21 June 2014
Saturday, 13 August 2011
The Art - Thomas Girton's "Kirkstall Abbey, Yorkshire - Evening"
Thomas Girton (1775-1802)
Circa 1801
Watercolour on paper
31.7 x 52 cm
Friday, 8 April 2011
Art of the Book - "Keeping the British End Up: Four Decades of Saucy Cinema" by Simon Sheridan
“… an enjoyably tireless survey… lavishly and lasciviously illustrated…. So this is where Austin Powers is coming from!”
- Entertainment Weekly
Sheridan has really done a "bang-up" job (ahem! ahem!) of documenting the history of naughty movies in British cinema.
The British tradition of saucy humor—boobs, bums, and boorish innuendo—is perhaps best exemplified by the long-running Carry On movies. But there is also a nearly forgotten genre of even saucier X-rated movies.
Here is the rollicking history of the British softcore sex comedy, from its beginnings in the 1950s with coy nudist-camp flicks such as Naked as Nature Intended, through its boom years with the Confessions series, to its demise following censorship crackdowns and the introduction of home videos in the 1980s.
Coaxing the facts from previously reluctant interviewees, Simon Sheridan has compiled the first definitive filmography of this long-overlooked genre, complete with an expanded filmography and rare and previously unpublished stills.
The result is the often funny, sometimes tragic, but undeniably revealing story of a bygone era.
Here is the rollicking history of the British softcore sex comedy, from its beginnings in the 1950s with coy nudist-camp flicks such as Naked as Nature Intended, through its boom years with the Confessions series, to its demise following censorship crackdowns and the introduction of home videos in the 1980s.
Coaxing the facts from previously reluctant interviewees, Simon Sheridan has compiled the first definitive filmography of this long-overlooked genre, complete with an expanded filmography and rare and previously unpublished stills.
The result is the often funny, sometimes tragic, but undeniably revealing story of a bygone era.
This expanded new edition - 3rd Revised edition edition (April 1, 2011) - includes an updated filmography, new and previously unpublished interview material, and rare and previously unpublished movie stills. And an essay by Johnny Vegas!
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
I'll Haunt You When You Laugh
For a child cries: "Oh, find me
... find me, nothing more.
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone,
but we will be,
we will be,
we will be,
right by your side,
until the day you die.
This is no easy ride.
We will haunt you when you laugh.
Yes, you could say we're a team.
You might sleep,
you might sleep,
you might sleep,
but you will never dream!
Oh, you might sleep
but you will never dream!
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for!
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for!
Oh, find me! Find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh.
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh.
You might sleep
but you will never dream!
Oh ...
Over the moors.
I'm on the moor."
Oh, over the moor.
Oh, the child is on the moor.
Friday, 19 November 2010
Bad Day In The Office - England Back To (Less Than) Zero
Time to overreact
By Alex Chick
http://uk.eurosport
Wed Nov 17, 2010
International football is tailor-made for overreactions. You only play 10 games every year, so each match takes on a far greater significance.
Lose in the Premier League? Never mind, you have a chance to put it right next weekend or sooner.
Not in the international game. England will be festering over their dismantling by France until the end of March, when they face Wales in Cardiff.
If we put our rational hat on, we can point out that Fabio Capello's England team kicked off their Euro 2012 qualifying campaign with impressive wins against Bulgaria and Switzerland.
We can point out that several regulars were missing against France, and that friendlies do not really matter anyway.
But we can also point out that England have repeatedly failed to beat sides with a high level of technical ability, and will not do so unless they learn to keep possession. Not keep possession better. Just keep it.
Time and again France would enjoy a long spell on the ball, England would eventually break up the attack, and then launch an aimless punt straight back to a blue shirt who would initiate another 25-pass move. It was painful stuff. Even more so than usual.
On Tuesday I argued in support of Laurent Blanc's new-look France side, reasoning that they would reap the long-term rewards even if they lost at Wembley.
What I stupidly forgot is that Blanc's young guns are already streets ahead of England, and they are only going to get better.
The French 'front five' of Nasri, Gourcuff, Valbuena, Malouda and Benzema was superb, aided in no small part by some wincingly inert defending by England.
The visitors were clever, vibrant, vital. England's lack of imagination sucked the life out of a (remarkably) sold-out Wembley. In fact, it just sucked.
We should probably not be surprised that England were useless. They are often useless. They were useless four times at the World Cup, and useless last month against Montenegro.
What more, exactly, needs to happen before Fabio Capello realises he will not win anything with the present team? Maybe he already realises, but is happy running down the clock until retirement.
England need new players, of course. But more than that they need a new system, a new motivation, a new start - like Blanc has given France.
Injury did force Capello to blood some youngsters, but they were shoved into the same decaying corpse of a side that flopped so badly at the World Cup - with Gareth Barry at its ponderous, stultifying heart.
Actually, that is not fair on the World Cup squad, which did not feature Joleon Lescott, a player who belongs in international football like Keith Richards belongs at a primary schoolgirl's tea party.
Nor did it have Phil Jagielka inexplicably shoved into a makeshift right-back position. Surely the point of a friendly is to experiment with possible long-term solutions, and if Capello is seriously considering Jagielka as his long-term right-back, then England are in even worse trouble than we thought.
Andy Carroll's debut was greeted like the dawning of a brave new world, but the Newcastle forward's inclusion encouraged route one football of the most prehistoric kind.
Carroll actually had a decent debut, but England just treated him like a lank-haired Emile Heskey, knocking ball after ball long to the big man.
Poor Jordan Henderson hardly got a touch as France weaved the ball around him, then England hoofed it over his head to Carroll.
Carroll and Henderson are both good players who could enjoy fruitful international careers. But they will not do so in a team playing such blundering, basic football.
Maybe we just don't have the players or the coaching to succeed on the international stage. Maybe we are kidding ourselves if we think we can compete with the best. But it would be nice if we gave it a proper go.
After watching England lose to France, it feels like the whole edifice of the national team needs to be blown up and rebuilt from zero.
In short, it's time to overreact.
Friday, 10 September 2010
Moments In Time - Wayne Rooney scores in the right place & at the right time
For once, lil Wayne scores in the right place & at the right time!
Yap, a footy match for the Brits against mighty(?) Swiss people!
Not a nasty Manc ho when wifey's preggo!
Thursday, 1 July 2010
The Sport - Engerland's "Postman Patello" ridiculed
The Sun today runs with a story that England players apparently mocked their much lambasted manager Fabio Capello during the World Cup in South Africa, with the Italian being nicknamed "Postman Pat" behind his back.
The England stars laughed at their coach's resemblance to the kids' TV character as his authority waned in the camp. The late comic Tommy Cooper was also compared to the 64-year-old, according to The Sun!
A source close to the Engerland camp told the paper: "None of this was ever uttered in front of him - I don't think anyone would be brave enough to do that."
After this inevitable sacking next week, Fabio will be looking for a new job and may soon end up donning a Postman's garb for real!! ... If he does, expect the mail to come very very slowly and via a real stupid route!!
Bad Day In The Office - Pathetic Engerland Failures Sneak Home in Ignominy
I wish I understood what the phrase "sad irony" meant!
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
The Dumb Side - Are Engerland Havana laugh?
World Cup Paper Round: Are you Havana laugh?
from eurosport
Wed Jun 30 2010
Another day, another debacle. Pictures of England players holed up in a hotel taking the weight off their feet, boozing and puffing on cigars after the loss to Germany while the Football Association debate the future of the much-maligned national coach Fabio Capello. This is juicy material for a tabloid feeding frenzy.
The front page of The Sun focuses on an unfortunate image of Aaron Lennon sucking on a Cuban cigar with the rest of his teammates amid a smattering of beer, wine and cigars.
The image apparently was sent home from defender Ledley King via a Blackberry, but causes uproar in The Sun's main comment page.
"Own goal, lads," says The Sun. "Hours after being shamed by Germany our losers were puffing fat cigars in a hotel lounge festooned with beer bottles and a champagne bucket.
"What exactly were you celebrating, lads? And how could idiots at the FA be so insensitive as to allow a boozy party at a time of national humiliation?"
Defender Ashley Cole apparently sent a message before the finals, saying: "I hate England and the people", which seems both mischievous and meaningless, but contributes to the general feeling of contempt for England's players on the front and back pages.
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