tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63295342011-04-21T19:31:32.492+01:00It's Wrong to Wish on Space Hardware.The now not-so-private thoughts of a Geordie who wonders if the world is worth saving.BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1093813159536546852004-08-29T20:35:00.000+01:002004-08-29T22:15:41.486+01:00The Last Post (for a while at least).
Bye Bye Byker
Okay this is it.
This is likely to be the last post on Space Hardware for some time. I had originally planned to run this alongside my new blog Our Man in Hanoi, but it has dawned on me that it will be hard enough to find the time to update one blog never mind two.
I've really enjoyed blogging. I started after being inspired by reading BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1093538983902723482004-08-26T17:21:00.000+01:002004-08-26T17:56:55.816+01:00What's the point?
TWAT
Okay the following post is inspired by the utter laughing stock that is Newcastle United. It's bitter. It's twisted. But, hey, read it anyway.
When you think about it football is pretty abhorrent.
I pay £450 a year, money that is often difficult to find, to watch Newcastle United play at St James' Park.
To divvy up where that goes - I suppose it breaks down as BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1093383040550163942004-08-24T22:30:00.000+01:002004-08-24T22:35:50.276+01:00Freeway blogging.
Can you spot the difference?
More here.
BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1092918775137949822004-08-19T13:10:00.000+01:002004-08-19T13:50:52.733+01:00Johnny Johnny Oooooh.
Who's the best player I have ever seen playing for Newcastle?
Could it be the brilliant but lardy Paul Gascoigne? The mercurial Peter Beardsley?
No. It's neither.
It's also not Chris Waddle, who evolved into a genius somewhere between Tow Law and Marseille.
Tino - brilliant but not the best.
My favourite player is easy - it was Tino Apsrilla - but he wasn't the bestBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1092856734769525232004-08-18T20:11:00.000+01:002004-08-18T20:31:45.566+01:00It's in my ears and in my eyes.
I love the way the right tune at the right moment can suddenly transport you.
I was walking down Northumberland Street this afternoon when the sound of saxophone drifted towards me.
There was a youngster outside Fenwicks, she could only have been 13 at the most, and she was playing a very funky version of Penny Lane. It immediately brought a smile to my face BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1092758427467151932004-08-17T16:56:00.000+01:002004-08-17T17:00:27.466+01:00You must read this.
I have a hunch that my tagline should change to "All conspiracy theories all the time".
But put aside any doubts you have. You simply have to read this. It is quite simply the most amazing piece of blogging I have ever read.
It is quite extroadinary.. As I have said before - whatever you believe about 9/11 you have to admit that there is a great deal of information that BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1092687228948034102004-08-16T21:06:00.000+01:002004-08-16T21:19:17.450+01:00A Very British Coup
Kimberly Fortier
So Blunkett is having an affair with an American who publishes a right wing magazine?
(Takes deep breath)
I think I need a break. I'm seeing conspiracy theories everywhere.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1092575144039018222004-08-15T12:57:00.000+01:002004-08-16T16:53:07.046+01:00A Very Venezuelan Coup
Hugo Chavez
If Iraq has proved anything, it has proved that the press are not to be believed.
Even the supposedly hard and fast facts can easily turn out to be little but spin and lies. Everyone knows now that there were no WMDs, it's less widely understood that the information on mass Iraqi graves was also untrue.
Public relations and spin are the new front line of BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1092423310231333312004-08-13T19:32:00.000+01:002004-08-13T20:25:38.806+01:00It's taken two fools such as we to make love deaf, dumb and blind.
I love this time of year.
The day before the big kick off. You're wondering how the new signings will settle and looking forward to Saturday afternoons meeting your mates in the pub again.
I think that's what I like most about the football season. The way it brings structure to my life. Particularly the weekends.
SaturdayBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1091441416749775732004-08-02T10:46:00.000+01:002004-08-02T12:15:01.663+01:00And that's the price I pay for loving you the way that I do.
There are times when people just get it so right and all you can do is sit back and applaud.
On Saturday, I attended the evening do of two friends who were getting married. They put on quite an event.
It was held on the banks of the Tyne at the Baltic arts centre. Only 24 hours after the square in front played host to Top of the BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1091109190741040052004-07-29T14:46:00.000+01:002004-07-29T14:53:10.740+01:00Mother shakes her head and reads aloud from the newspaper.
As previously explained all my VSO/Vietnam news is now over at my other blog.
Anyway, the only reason that I am once more pointing this out, is that today I had some rather good news.
Good, despite being made to look like a yuppy prat. All in all though it now feels like Hanoi is suddenly a lot closer.
Check it out.
Love, light BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1091017100110267532004-07-28T13:09:00.000+01:002004-07-28T13:31:46.216+01:00
Paul Foot
I closed my eyes and when I looked. Your name was in the memorial book.
I've never been a great believer in religion. I'm too cynical for it.
I can't bring myself to believe in an after life. I find it hard to grasp anything that can't be proven one way or another, and the apparent hypocrisy of most religions don't make them the most appealing organisations.
However, BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1090941096142587622004-07-27T15:40:00.000+01:002004-07-27T16:21:36.913+01:00It's a mighty long way down rock and roll from top of the pops to drawing the dole.
Keane - a big fop and his mates.
I was starting to think that it was just me. While everybody else was heralding all these "next big things" from Keane to Snow Patrol, I just wasn't getting it.
I mean, it's not that I thought they were particularly bad. They each had a couple of good tunes but were short on BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1090848333881037652004-07-26T13:48:00.000+01:002004-07-26T14:34:58.056+01:00Those braying voices on the right of the House Are echoed down the Street of Shame. Where politics mix with bingo and tits. In a strictly money and numbers game.
Despite being a football fan, I have to say I don't give a toss about the national team.
My interest in England ended with Alan Shearer's retirement. By the end of his reign in the England number nine shirt I got to the point where BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1090621335757202802004-07-23T23:12:00.000+01:002004-07-23T23:30:06.653+01:00You can fight for democracy at home but not in a foreign land.
Looks like it was a good decision to start my new non-political, fluffy blog.
I chanced across this today:
Vietnam steps up control of internet
Vietnam has stepped up efforts to control the internet, instructing internet service providers to terminate contracts with cyber-cafes that allow customers to access pornographic or BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1090533248131897482004-07-22T22:47:00.000+01:002004-07-22T22:54:08.130+01:00I love you. I am the milkman of human kindness. I will leave an extra pint.
Okay, sorry for the lack of writing recently. Partly it's because everything is going mad. Partly it's because I have been working on the new blog.
Ladies and gentlemen.....
Our Man in Hanoi
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It'sBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1090337002330593922004-07-20T15:59:00.000+01:002004-07-20T16:23:22.330+01:00We've been up all night. Moving the goalposts.
I've been thinking for a while about my blogging plans once I am in Hanoi.
While I intend to keep writing, I have started to think that perhaps it's not the best of ideas to carry on Space Hardware in isolation. You see the problem is that firstly VSO is apolotical, secondly I must remember that I'm in an essentially (albeit slightly removed) BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1090253445228622022004-07-19T16:57:00.000+01:002004-07-19T17:32:38.623+01:00All the lies they told us in the classroom. Wouldn’t fit in the outside world.
Apologies for not blogging in a while. Things have been a little manic here.
My news? Well I have a provisional date set for my flight to Hanoi.
September 3rd apparently.
It's going to be interesting timing. It'll be touch and go whether or not I get the chance to see my first niece/nephew whose arrival is due BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089826230437539842004-07-14T18:22:00.000+01:002004-07-14T19:24:41.763+01:00I don't want to change the world. I'm not looking for a new England.
I'm going to try and keep this muted because what I really wanted to say today is in the post below.
To misquote Bogart, my problems don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
But, my biggest headache looks to be over.
For as of two minutes ago, I have just been named as the new fundraiser/PR person for Koto, in BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089809639595592072004-07-14T13:37:00.000+01:002004-07-14T18:55:26.173+01:00The butcher bird sings. An eye for an eye. And echoes the words the wolf howls to the sky. When they call on their god to justify their attacks. The butcher bird smiles. The wolf covers its tracks.
So the Butler report has cleared the Government of lying.
Three quotes for you:
"He (Saddam Hussein) has not developed any significant capability with respect to weapons of mass destruction. He BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089722258139768572004-07-13T13:26:00.000+01:002004-07-13T13:45:20.706+01:00I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter. But I don't talk to Sun reporters.
Okay, here's a quiz. Which of all the news networks in five different countries (including the UK and USA), gave the least amount of time to opponents of the war?
Fox?
No.
CNN?
No.
Sky News?
No.
Give up?
You'll find the answer here in a fascinating and superb article from today's Guardian.
Just BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089676118085864802004-07-13T00:28:00.000+01:002004-07-13T01:10:50.826+01:00He’ll panic you into attack. He’ll tape your calls and play them back. And the next thing you’ll be knowing. Your desperation will be showing. And he’ll go down and he’ll drag you on the ground.
Remember the run up to war?
The people were marching.
Minsters were resigning.
Blair was getting a kicking by Mr and Mrs Cannybody at the Baltic.
But then we were told that terrorists BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089673315287712362004-07-12T23:51:00.000+01:002004-07-13T00:09:14.163+01:00To be an Anglo hyphen Saxon in England-dot-Co-dot-UK.
Hang the DJ
How's this for a shuddersome moment?
The DJ at the rather cheesy Ziggys nightclub in York asking the crowd to: "Make some noise if you're proud to be British".
Even at one in the morning it provoked little more than exchanged glances and incredulous faces.
Icky. Very icky.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089589268442359122004-07-12T00:05:00.000+01:002004-07-12T00:45:04.386+01:00The evil people who flew those planes into the twin towers did so for one reason. They wanted to start a war between Muslims and the West. And like fools they fell for it.
Normally I start with a Billy Bragg lyric. Tonight I have kicked off with a quote from one of his between-songs preambles.
This evening I was lucky enough to attend what the organisers called "An evening of music, BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089245091827684352004-07-08T00:06:00.000+01:002004-07-08T15:05:07.080+01:00Go find the young men never to fight again. Bring up the banners from the days gone by. Sweet moderation. Heart of this nation. Desert us not, we are between the wars.
Fahrenheit 9/11 proved to be a big surprise.
I expected the normal Michael Moore knock about stuff. The stunts to embarrass the stupid white men, the oh-so-sincere voice over and the lampooning of Bush.
What I didn't BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1089128952695520652004-07-06T16:49:00.001+01:002004-07-07T00:04:35.693+01:00Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting for a sign. The "Better Dead Than Red" brigade are listening on the line. And the liberal, with a small L, cries in front of the TV. And another demonstration passes on to history.
Once, when I was on a protest march, a friend confided in me his fears that the left could never really win.
To illustrate this he pointed out a "comrade's" BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1088863282560767952004-07-03T14:16:00.000+01:002004-07-03T15:22:15.936+01:00Learning how to use a teabag. How to dip a teabag
If you sneak over my way. I’m gonna string your little teabag too
How about this for a scene to warm the hearts of politicians in their war against drunkenness and alcohol fuelled violence.
I was recently at a cafe at one am. It served booze but a quick look around the tables revealed that most people were sipping cokes or drinking lattes.
BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1088791706494868362004-07-02T18:54:00.000+01:002004-07-02T19:17:02.506+01:00Their faces shone and they were gone and I was left alone. I walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my home. And when I woke next morning, I vowed to play my part. I've got a socialism of the heart.
Hanoi - go on...gis a job
They say you can't keep a good man down.
Well this average bloke isn't going to be sh&t on from a great height either.
B*llocks to it.
So I've BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1088604788620366592004-06-30T14:40:00.000+01:002004-06-30T15:26:33.670+01:00Just because you're better than me. Doesn't mean I'm lazy. Just because you're going forwards. Doesn't mean I'm going backwards.
Okay today has not been a good day.
It appears that the world has taken advantage of my post-Glastonbury fug to mess me up just as much as it can.
Cheers world.
When I returned and logged on there was a message from VSO. To cut a long story short, it appears thatBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1088512260404895852004-06-29T12:35:00.000+01:002004-06-30T14:29:40.643+01:00If she wanted to be a farmer's wife I would endure that muddy life. I would dig for victory.
I've just slept for 12 undisturbed hours in my lovely bed. Glasto really does take it out of you.
Again, Glasto 2004 was being hailed in some quarters as the best ever. It wasn't but it was pretty good all the same. In the end, the weather stopped it being a classic and the line-up wasn't quite BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1088449741717908912004-06-28T19:59:00.000+01:002004-06-28T20:17:19.566+01:00Pick up your feet, fall in, move out. We're going to a party way down South.
Just back from Glasto. Well actually I got back around two hours ago - the intervening time has been spent with me soaking away the mud in the tub.
How bad was the mud? Pretty bad. How good was the festival? Pretty good.
Right now I'm knackered. I'll post more fully tomorrow.
Night all.
Love, light and BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087912794306307382004-06-22T14:33:00.000+01:002004-06-22T15:17:53.286+01:00I’m gonna tell all you fascists you may be surprised. The people all over this world are getting organised. You’re bound to lose, you fascists are bound to lose.
Love is still all you need.
I know the plan was for this site to go all Glasto for the next couple of days. That plan remains.
But, I felt compelled to add this post and I shall try and link it to the festival as best I can.
What BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087906568225690292004-06-22T12:36:00.000+01:002004-06-22T13:18:52.700+01:00How can you lie there and think of England? When you don't even know who's in the team?
Glatso - it's taking shape.
Pic from the official site.
Glasto isn't the easiest place to catch up with your mates. There's 150,000 people, getting a signal isn't always easy and besides, your mobile is likely to run out before the end of the weekend.
Last year we hit upon a system. There was a large BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087828519028783472004-06-21T14:29:00.000+01:002004-06-21T15:45:40.123+01:00I'm not the one to tell this world how to get along. I only know that peace will come when all our hate is gone.
Being as shambolic and disorganised as I am, I take extra pleasure on the rare occasions when a plan comes together.
The various elements that have been clouding and confusing my mind for a couple of weeks seem to be melting away.
First off, the cheque that wasn't supposed to BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087729916169421262004-06-20T11:39:00.000+01:002004-06-20T12:45:19.603+01:00Picture from efestivals excellent website.
As you may already have noticed, everything is going a little bit Glasto for the next couple of days. Partly because I thought it might be of interest to people who are going or are planning to watch it on telly, and partly because I'm like an excited kid and I really can't contain myself.
Today links:
1. Moaning moshers.
2. The Glasto weblog.
3. TheBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087727887826045932004-06-20T11:34:00.000+01:002004-06-20T12:51:02.773+01:00
I read that "shadow poet laureate" Adrian Mitchell will be performing at Glastonbury this year.
His most famous poem is "Tell me Lies about Vietnam". Cut from here and pasted below.
I was run over by the truth one day.
Ever since the accident I've walked this way
So stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.
Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087665564255330892004-06-19T17:41:00.000+01:002004-06-19T20:25:41.350+01:00I will not cease from mental fight. Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand. Till we have built Jerusalem. In England's green and pleasant land.
With money problems slowly sorting themselves out I'm now getting very excited about Glastonbury.
With this in mind, I decided to try and bring together some Glastonbury links for those of you who are going.
Glasto info:
1. The map. Choose a place to BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087647892824955642004-06-19T13:21:00.000+01:002004-06-19T13:33:56.300+01:00Your life has lost its dignity, its beauty and its passion. You're an accident waiting to happen.
Lovely Glasto toilets.
She-Pee urinals. Ladies, your thoughts please. Disgusting, very welcome, or just plain urrrrggghh.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish,BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087558023541560832004-06-18T12:06:00.000+01:002004-06-18T12:27:03.540+01:00She said you know honey, it's such a shame. You'll never be any good at this game. You bruise too easily.
While I fervently believe that everything in life happens for the best, it's often difficult to work out just how the plan fits together.
Take the chain of events that indirectly lead to me signing up for VSO.
Work was a pain. I left work. I travelled. It put work and my little life BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087396397369547182004-06-16T15:01:00.000+01:002004-06-16T15:33:17.370+01:00But I left you on the debris. Now we both know you got no money. And I wonder what you would have done without me hanging around.
Cash update.
The target: To set off to Glastonbury on Wednesday (latest).
Need to: Tax, MOT and insure my car.
Current situation.
Client One They are going to pay me tomorrow (they promise). They have also agreed to me picking up the (moderate sized) cheque BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087309575646850772004-06-15T14:38:00.000+01:002004-06-15T15:42:41.596+01:00All they taught you at school was how to be a good worker. The system has failed you, don't fail yourself.
Total Quality = Total Bollocks
Back in my early days as a journalist, one of my regular tasks was to write advertising features. The basis of these was that a company would pay for me to visit, interview the boss, organise a picture and then write it all up for publication.
It would BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1087134926747621402004-06-13T14:11:00.000+01:002004-06-13T14:55:26.746+01:00Gonna follow the path that climbs up through the trees. Walk along the cliff top and gaze out to sea. I feel free when I come up here. And if it's clear some days I see the point.
I've mentioned before about the times in life when your cynicism is put aside and you realise there's still hope for the world.
Despite the worst excesses of governments, big business, religion and bigotry, you are BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086953246983397882004-06-11T11:56:00.000+01:002004-06-11T12:56:46.596+01:00
The Big Intervention
I don't think there is an argument left for Blair to stay.
His actions during this war have been shameful and now the British public have cast the mother of all protest votes.
He has to go. Future generations will look back and wonder how he managed to stay so long. They will want to know how a Prime Minister that took us to war "by mistake", was allowed to get away BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086709363713517442004-06-08T16:27:00.000+01:002004-06-08T16:59:46.623+01:00God's footballer turns on a sixpence and brings the great crowd to their feet in praise of him.
Just been out to Safeways. Why do they insist on making it so hard to buy razor blades?
First off, you can't just chuck them in your basket. You have to pick up a token and take it to the checkout. Secondly, I had presumed the checkout lass would have a ready supply and she would simply swap the BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086642009045645712004-06-07T21:01:00.000+01:002004-06-08T03:45:09.930+01:00When did it fall apart? Sometime in the 80’s. When the good and the great gave way to the greedy and the mean.
If everything continues to go to plan as far as VSO is concerned I will be putting my house on the market within the next few weeks.
It's a nice spot. I over look a small marina on the banks of the Tyne. I have lived here for five years and the appreciation in house prices has meantBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086617464986279782004-06-07T14:08:00.000+01:002004-06-07T15:11:04.986+01:00I offer up to you this tribute. I offer up to you this tank park salute.
Today I heard of the death of an old colleague.
I haven't seen Roger in seven or eight years and yet it was still a shock. He was quite the most extraordinary character I have ever met. My life was better for knowing him.
I first met this man when, at 20 years of age, I got my first journalism job on a weekly free sheetBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086471940692245492004-06-05T22:31:00.000+01:002004-06-05T23:43:42.506+01:00It’s morning in America and you can be your best. If you have a valid credit card and can pass a urine test. It’s midnight in El Salvador, they’re spending dollars in your name. And it’s no bloody consolation that Reagan cannot run again.
Just heard that Ronald Reagan has died.
I'm not one for crocodile tears so I'll spare you the tributes.
Except this one from Gil Scott Heron.
Love,BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086455679423710432004-06-05T18:14:00.000+01:002004-06-05T18:29:49.200+01:00I’m gonna tell all you fascists you may be surprised. The people all over this world are getting organised. You’re bound to lose, you fascists are bound to lose.
I'm a big fan of Bloggerheads. Not sure what they're cooking up but it looks like fun.
Go to Bloggerheads for more information on the Big Intervention. You better go there right now. You have to prepare for all of this.
Hey ManicBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086287749713393942004-06-03T19:14:00.000+01:002004-06-03T20:51:36.720+01:00The sun came up, the trees began to sing. And light shone in on everything. I love you
Never has bad news made me so happy.
It's as much as I can do to fight back tears of joy right now.
I want to get drunk, turn cartwheels in the streets and dance a one man conga up the Quayside.
And what is this bad news?
My VSO South Africa job is off.
But when one door closes another opens.
I am now BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086214249524039672004-06-02T22:35:00.000+01:002004-06-02T23:10:49.523+01:00If no one out there understands you start your own revolution and cut out the middleman.
As someone who has always been fascinated by politics, I have surprised myself by the realisation of how much I hate it right now.
I've ranted at British Spin. Then I ranted at Bob Piper who certainly doesn't deserve it.
I hate politics because it seems that while the atrocities in Iraq are on-going BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086186265329473682004-06-02T15:06:00.000+01:002004-06-02T15:24:25.330+01:00If you are falling, I'll put out my hands. If you feel bitter, I will understand
Mmmmmmmmm. Proper typing again. Mmmmmmmm.
Sorry but this blog is a little light relief from the mother of all writing jobs.
I've just sent it back to the client. I'm paranoid about all work I do and I never think it is good enough. I'm always worried that someone will hate it. Even when I could blame poor BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1086021463210452342004-05-31T16:41:00.000+01:002004-05-31T17:42:33.290+01:00Here we are in our summer years. Living on ice cream and chocolate kisses. Would the leaves fall from the trees if I was your old man and you was my missus?
I had one of those moments last night. Hopefully other bloggers will recognise it. You know when you catch yourself in a moment? A rare moment of clarity when everything seems to make sense. You suddenly see it all so clearly.
And, ofBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085829388844332312004-05-29T12:14:00.000+01:002004-05-29T12:16:28.843+01:00Whoops there goes another year. Whoops there goes another pint of beer.
Right I'm off for the weekend. I'm going to a stag do in Keswick. It should be fairly civilised.
Have fun.
Oh and I nearly forgot. Let me be the first person to try this.
Naked pictures of Big Brother Vanessa.
I'm such a hits junky.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085739440579575372004-05-28T11:17:00.000+01:002004-05-28T11:25:47.996+01:00I kept the faith and I kept voting. Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand. For theirs is a land with a wall around it. And mine is a faith in my fellow man.
I include the image and link below because up until last night I had never been excited about a Party Political Broadcast.
Not sure how much I trust Galloway. But he had the guts to stand up and say "this is wrong". That BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085738131759382512004-05-28T10:27:00.000+01:002004-05-28T10:55:31.760+01:00I escaped my tormentors by crossing the sea. What I cannot escape is memory
Washed up on a distant shore. Can't go home anymore.
I've been a thinking a lot recently about my motivation for doing VSO. It's not that I have been questioning my decision to sign up, far from it, but I was worried that I wasn't doing it for the right reasons.
Then last night, while I was at a client do, it came toBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085565648401802472004-05-26T10:40:00.000+01:002004-05-26T13:28:58.026+01:00Don't give me no shit about blood, sweat, tears and toil. It's all about the price of oil.
Not sure whether this is mad, bad or just interesting.
But there has been one or two fasinating articles on the net regarding the Nicholas Berg beheading.
Nicholas Berg in orange jumpsuit
Another deluded conspiracy theory? Maybe. But doesn't it strike you as odd that Berg is wearing an orange BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085440015062625472004-05-24T23:52:00.000+01:002004-05-25T00:08:19.560+01:00Which side are you on, boys. Which side are you on?
Forget Kieron "Bling" Dyer and Newcastle United's array of under performers.
Forget the softies at Manchester United, Real Madrid, Arsenal and AC Milan.
I have found a place in my heart for a new team. This team may never know what it's like to be cheered on by a large crowd. They may never get to play in a stadium with floodlights or BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085410492574539452004-05-24T15:03:00.000+01:002004-05-24T16:43:31.133+01:00Sugardaddy took all my pain away. Now I have to say. I'd let him get away with murder.
Well it looks it's going to be South Africa.
After being initially told that I was second choice for the post in Hillbrow, Johannesburg, I heard this morning from VSO that the other applicant has pulled out.
Barring me failing a medical or the good people in Hillbrow having a change of heart then I am BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085137945169942392004-05-21T12:00:00.000+01:002004-05-21T12:12:25.170+01:00IMF, WTO. I hear these words just every place I go. Who are these people ?
Who elected them ? And how do I replace them with some of my friends ?
Just a quick note to say that I am away for the weekend so this is likely to be my last blog till Sunday. I have another VSO training course.
I'll be staying in a very pleasant old hall in the suburbs of Birmingham and I will joining the dots BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1085073992004593102004-05-20T17:55:00.000+01:002004-05-20T18:29:19.263+01:00My new home town It's far away. Too far to come and play. But I miss you
I go through phases of falling in and out of love with lots of blogs.
Right now though NoodlePie has me smitten.
It's the only website I can think of that makes me nostalgic and hungry all at once. The pictures are beautiful, the text is crisp and to the point, and together it makes me yearn to be in South East Asia BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084967044406510252004-05-19T11:56:00.000+01:002004-05-19T19:34:08.203+01:00You know you are the only one. Yes, you are the only one.
I have seen the greatest singer in the world perform the greatest song in the world.
And this is my tribute.
I guess I better admit from the outset that I was somewhat under the influence but I hope that doesn't diminish my story.
It was witnessed by only a dozen or so people, in a mammoth coffee-shop tepee at Glastonbury. It was,BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084811688968883982004-05-17T16:08:00.000+01:002004-05-19T19:34:50.173+01:00Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere.
Okay as a little bit of light relief I shall tell you the story of the worm.
I became the worm's home for the best part of five months.
It all happened on my travels, I found out later that I had most likely picked it up during my time on the Perhentian Island of Kecil in Malaysia. I was doing my Padi diving course at the time and when my feet BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084722928028345332004-05-16T15:30:00.000+01:002004-05-16T16:55:28.026+01:00War! What is it good for? It's good for business.
I have become increasingly confused about political labels.
In the old days, in this country, you tended to be left or right, Tory or Labour. Even the Liberal Party/SDP was judged on how left or right it was at any particular moment.
There is a myth that politics became more centrist. It didn't. It made a massive lurch to the right and thenBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084448382846222142004-05-13T12:13:00.000+01:002004-05-13T16:53:13.283+01:00Okay big BIG BIG news.
I finally have details of a possible VSO post.
At present I am second choice for the job. In other words for it to be mine I need someone else to turn it down. But I like the look of it and I am pretty certain I will accept it if offered.
It's in South Africa, a suburb of Johannesburg called Hillbrow.
It looks pretty cool. I would be working as a fundraiser and BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084379684904906242004-05-12T17:28:00.000+01:002004-05-12T17:34:44.903+01:00Goodbye and good luck to all the promises you've broken. Goodbye and good luck to all the rubbish that you've spoken.
It's not often I feel that I should share with you a message from the White House.
This is from Dubya himself. It's a little old, June 2003, to be exact. But I feel it has some very important points that should be reiterated.
I can't say I agree with all the details but, BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084365022083394342004-05-12T12:28:00.000+01:002004-05-12T13:30:22.083+01:00Your life has lost its beauty, its dignity and passion. You're an accident waiting to happen.
Football as a metaphor for life anyone? Or how about for the way we live our lives?
Maybe it's just me. Maybe just I get too annoyed by everything these days.
Having spoken to returning VSO volunteers, without exception they found it harder to re-adapt to Western living than they did getting used BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1084267646247814922004-05-11T09:53:00.000+01:002004-05-11T10:41:20.200+01:00Nicaraguita, I love you much more. But now that you are free, Nicaraguita. I love you much more.
The picture that makes up my new masthead is very special to me.
Yup it's BykerSink, on the edge of a rather dilapidated pier, on the Nicaraguan Island of Ometepe. It's the biggest freshwater island in the world. Oh and the lake has the only freshwater sharks in the world. And yes, I still BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083968188921750872004-05-07T22:46:00.000+01:002004-05-08T00:38:10.483+01:00As part of freedom's price to pay. My youngest son came home today
It's the end of the world as we know it. 2004
Now with added links.
Illegal war, starts with shock and awe , bomb the poor, Michael Moore.
Depleted uranium, weapons of mass destruction, bombs dropped by the ton.
Bush serves his own needs, building up his own means, Rummy bombs a friend.
Peace. No. Talk. No, twin towers, BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083860164977362322004-05-06T17:08:00.000+01:002004-05-06T17:29:05.860+01:00God's footballer stands on the doorstep.
Friends will be arriving in a couple of hours.
Tonight is a big night.
Newcastle play Marseille in the UEFA Cup Semi Final.
We are real underdogs. We have an injury list that includes five of our best players including the irreplaceable Bellamy and Woodgate.
It means so much to this city to win this game. I am so proud to come from Newcastle upon BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083851681883926982004-05-06T14:20:00.000+01:002004-05-06T17:09:37.873+01:00There is power in a union.
Any one up for a bit of corporate mischief making?
I received this from a mate via email. On the surface it's a fairly worthy cause. It appears that the Cameroon football team has been ludicrously fined a hefty sum and has had six points deducted from its next World Cup qualifying Campaign.
This is as a result of wearing an all-in-one football strip which is BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083775341471212562004-05-05T17:24:00.000+01:002004-05-05T17:47:48.110+01:00Voices on the radio. Tell us that we're going to war. Those brave men and women in uniform. They want to know what they're fighting for.
"So there, we have figured it out, go back to bed America, your government has figured out how it all transpired.
"Go back to bed America, you government is in control again. Here, here's American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up!
"Go back to bed AmericaBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083673763543096842004-05-04T12:56:00.000+01:002004-05-04T14:01:56.903+01:00Those braying voices on the right of the House are echoed down the Street of Shame.
Where politics mix with bingo and tits. In a strictly money and numbers game.
It looks increasingly likely that the British "torture" photos are not real.
We will be hearing at 3.30pm from the armed forces minister. He is to make a statement on the pictures.
So far my emotions about the pictures have gone as BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083348266382801502004-04-30T18:40:00.000+01:002004-04-30T19:23:55.093+01:00His apologies are tired 'cos he uses them a lot. His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot..
I should have guessed, but I was blinded.
Blinded by the fact he was Labour.
Blinded by the fact he supported my football team.
Blinded by the fact his constituency is just down the road.
Blinded by his Britpop pals.
Blinded by the fact that for the first time since I was eight, BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083332455730214622004-04-30T14:06:00.000+01:002004-04-30T15:15:24.403+01:00Help save the youth of America. Help save the youth of the world. Help save the boys in uniform. Their mothers and their faithful girls.
The pictures of Iraqis tortured by the US are all over the media today.
One picture in particular stirred a feeling of deja vu within me. It's the one of the young soldier, standing in front of the scenes of torture, flashing a smile and a thumbs up to theBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083255292490318012004-04-29T16:48:00.000+01:002004-04-29T17:46:08.060+01:00Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer. We'll keep the red flag flying here.
“I’ve spent all my time going to places like Ninian Park and The New Den just getting harassed about the colour of my hair to the point where you want to fight back so the last thing I need really is 15,000 people all in ginger wigs drawing attention to it…… It does cause offence to me and I’d like to thank the club BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1083069422165382002004-04-27T13:04:00.000+01:002004-04-27T15:08:30.483+01:00And lately it seems that as it all gets tougher. Your idea of justice just becomes rougher and rougher.
Once, while I was enjoying a cigarette break at an old employer, I was sat in the canteen with two female colleagues. I can't remember the actual topic of the conversation but I took great exception to one statement.
The statement was: "All men are potential rapists".
I had heard the BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082986648460778072004-04-26T14:31:00.000+01:002004-04-26T21:22:46.310+01:00God didn't make you an angel, the Devil made you a man.
Having read about the March for Women's Lives on Gia's blog, its sentiments reminded me of a post that I read before I started blogging which really moved me.
The march, which mostly centered around the support for pro-choice, was also in solidarity with women suffering across the world.
The post comes from Riverbend of Baghdad Burning. BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082927790172999262004-04-25T21:54:00.000+01:002004-04-25T22:21:30.216+01:00My breakfast was half-English and so am I you know. I had a plate of Marmite soldiers. And I have a veggie curry about once a week. The next day I fry it up as ‘Bubble ‘N’ Squeak’. ‘Cos my appetite’s half-English and I’m half-English too.
I can't think of a more fitting person to name as my St George's Day "Man of the Day".
Step forward Shola Ameobi. Born in Nigeria, brought up in BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082825498879314612004-04-24T17:26:00.000+01:002004-04-24T18:19:47.920+01:00Take down the Union Jack it clashes with the sunset. And pile up all those history books but don't throw them away.
It would be fantastic if we could really celebrate St George's Day.
If we could use the energy of English pride and put it to good use solving problems rather than creating new ones.
No doubt there are elements of the population who would hijack such celebrations for their own BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082631084196273482004-04-22T11:24:00.000+01:002004-04-22T12:07:35.653+01:00Some photographs of a summer's day. A little boy's lifetime away.
There are songs that will always stay with me. I remember the very second I first heard them. Some I associate with good times. Others have seen me through bad experiences.
A couple of years ago. Midway through my travels, of firstly South East Asia, then Central America. I had a two week stop in San Francisco.
Rather BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082573505133674152004-04-21T19:21:00.000+01:002004-04-21T20:39:09.216+01:00You privatise away what is ours, what is ours. You privatise away what is ours. You privatise away and then you make us pay. We'll take it back some day, mark my words, mark my words. We'll take it back some day, mark my words.
I hate British Gas.
Strike that. I hate all businesses that use call centres.
I've just spent the last hour and half on the phone to British Gas.
This was BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082474415736447892004-04-20T15:34:00.000+01:002004-04-20T16:46:36.466+01:00Is this the 19th Century that I'm watching on TV? The dear old Queen of England handing out those MBEs. Member of the British Empire - that doesn't sound too good to me
I've been thinking recently about whether or not I could do without television.
Like I said, just thinking. But even thinking this is a radical step for someone who lines the pockets of Murdoch every month with an "includes BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082471492260386082004-04-20T15:27:00.000+01:002004-04-20T15:35:36.733+01:00The stock market holds the answer to "Why him? Why here? Why now?"
Included simply because everybody should read this.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care.
BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082394101820939162004-04-19T17:39:00.000+01:002004-04-19T18:17:46.856+01:00Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own. Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone.
I don't buy Nike clothes.
Which isn't of course that difficult. I mean, I don't do much in the way of exercise, and I'm not a chava, so I'm outside their target market. In addition they make Man U and Sunderland's kit.
I do, however, have a black Nike t-shirt somewhere in the back of my wardrobe,BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082379113721297242004-04-19T13:16:00.000+01:002004-04-19T14:21:37.716+01:00You can be active with the activists, or sleeping with the sleepers, while you're waiting for the Great Leap Forwards.
Now how do you start a post on the EU Constitution while ensuring readers make it to the second line?
I doubt that was the answer.
Anyway, apparently we are to have a vote on the EU Constitution. I had a bit of a problem with this one. I tend to get my news through a level BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1082036987187614132004-04-15T14:18:00.000+01:002004-04-15T18:04:11.653+01:00Ho ho ho. I'm gonna go to the movie show. 'Cos I'm a big boy now.
Just as there are days when it seems that nothing goes right, there are others when it all comes together.
Days like these have a plot line, a beginning, middle and a happy ending.
There has been too much navel-gazing on this blog in recent days and for that I apologise. This post is the last episode in that particular BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081938212799340032004-04-14T10:24:00.000+01:002004-04-14T12:27:03.826+01:00I can feed and dress and wash myself and sleep without the light on. Honey I'm a big boy now.
So I'm 33.
I didn't manage to live fast, die young or leave a pretty corpse.
Bill Hicks never saw past 32 but then again Jesus stumbled at 33 so I'm not out the woods yet.
I was born on April 14th, 1971. It was the anniversary of the Titanic setting sail. Somehow, I have never been able to shake BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081900297438588452004-04-14T00:51:00.000+01:002004-04-14T00:55:33.326+01:00If no one out there understands. Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman.
It's my birthday. I'm 33 today.
What, no cake?
No cards?
How did this happen? I never used to be this old.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care.BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081804101226382522004-04-12T21:42:00.000+01:002004-04-12T22:37:39.186+01:00He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he drops another clanger. In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger.
Since starting this blog early this year, it's only in the past week that I have received criticism.
The critics have come in two varieties. Firstly from friends who have been unhappy as to how I have described them.
Secondly via Joella's blog, and a subsequent email BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081714741794456682004-04-11T21:04:00.000+01:002004-04-11T21:36:35.546+01:00Oh you cannot hear me. Can anybody hear me out there?
I'm having a bad day.
Essentially it's because I have flu. I haven't been ill in ages. When I worked in an office I used to get ill all the time but since I switched to working from home I've been fighting fit.
Or, at least I have been till today.
Being stuck in bed, not feeling well, is always guaranteed to bring down your mood. It's BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081531673080945532004-04-09T18:23:00.000+01:002004-04-09T18:50:08.873+01:00In 1649, to St George's Hill. A ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the peoples' will.
With apologies to Gil Scott-Heron.
The Revolution will not be televised 2004.
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be "just lovin it”.
You will not be able to “taste the difference”.
And things “won’t only get better”.
Because the revolution will not be televised.
BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081428634363377972004-04-08T13:38:00.000+01:002004-04-08T14:05:22.030+01:00What happened in the past. Remained a mystery of natural history.
When it comes to a traditional diary, it's not advisable to read someone else's.
But what of webloggers? We write our diaries on-line knowing they will be read by others.
We can cloak ourselves in anonymity and to a certain extent we may pretend that this can excuse our lack of care for those close to us.
I've just had a BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081372571179771762004-04-07T22:10:00.000+01:002004-04-07T23:50:48.373+01:00The generals want to hear the end game. The allies won't approve the plan. But the oil men in the White House. They just don't give a damn.
Tune in. Turn up.
Love, light and peace,
BykerSink
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care.
BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081360076665125082004-04-07T18:02:00.000+01:002004-04-07T19:40:06.420+01:00It's been a long, long time coming. But I know a change is gonna come.
Today US helicopters fired three missiles at a mosque in Iraq, killing 40 people.
Yesterday, it was announced that there would be £7.3m lottery funds being given towards celebrating the work of the Home Front and the 60th anniversary of the end of the second world war.
Let me put it another way. While celebrating our HomeBykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081256911545886492004-04-06T13:25:00.000+01:002004-04-06T14:24:06.810+01:00With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands. There is power in a Union.
As much as it's nice to say that weblogging is about sharing information, individual empowerment and the enjoyment of writing, deep down we are all hits junkies.
I don't believe there is a blogger out there who doesn't get that thrill when they log on and find that unexpectedly their hit counter has shot BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1081110324990836632004-04-04T20:35:00.000+01:002004-04-08T14:23:43.263+01:00Their faces shone and they were gone and I was left alone. I walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my home.
Phew.
Where can I start?
I've mentioned in posts before about those times in life when you realise that, despite your concerns, there are good people out there and maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out for the best.
This feeling, that has hit me on protest BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1080686107625332402004-03-30T23:12:00.000+01:002004-03-30T23:50:58.436+01:00I knew a farmer once who played. With his piggies in the glade. I said "But some things are really best left unspoken". But he preferred his livestock out in the open.
So the Glastonbury headliners have been announced. Not sure what I make of it.
Oasis, Macca and Muse. Hmmmm.
First of all, let me say, it doesn't matter that much to me who is playing. The Glastonbury experience is far BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1080646983928144502004-03-30T11:31:00.000+01:002004-04-04T22:43:10.513+01:00The sun came up, the trees began to sing and light shone in on everything. I love you.
I've just returned from a quick trip into town.
Some days Newcastle is just beautiful.
On these days the Tyne actually looks blue and even manages to sparkle. It's a fantastic spring day. There's still that nip in the air, but its just enough to make it feel fresh.
That air here is unique. It's the BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1080570339450289782004-03-29T14:54:00.000+01:002004-03-29T20:00:36.373+01:00On Monday I wished that it was Tuesday night so I could wish for the weekend to come.
As you will have realised by now I love quotes.
Speeches, lyrics, one-liners - it's all the same to me.
You should also have noticed, my blog is named after a Billy Bragg lyric and reading through old posts I realise I am virtually incapable of writing anything down without including a Bill Hicks quote.
I BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329534.post-1080215709660118712004-03-25T11:20:00.000Z2004-03-25T12:13:17.200ZI can't survive on what you send. Every time you need a friend
Blair extends hand of friendship to Toon
British prime minister Tony Blair last night touched down at Newcastle Airport on a historic mission aimed at building new links with former rogue city Newcastle Upon Tyne.
As the prime minister this morning awaits his meeting with the Newcastle mayor, ministerial aids have been briefing BykerSinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172336754742468155noreply@blogger.com