Author: basgallop

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… nope no use whatsoever.. but i fancied a witter

Napolii

when i was young and interrailing we decided to camp out at Pompeii, thought it would be spooky cool to roam the ruins amongst the moonlight
i think we hopped the fence ok but after an hour fled on account of a couple of huge howling baying hell hounds,
that and the fact we were being dive bombarded by voracious mozzies.
caught the first train out… to ..to ..Belgrade.. as you do when interailing

years later i was visiting a goth friend in Napolii, she took me on a late night tour first up and down the funny peculiars (funiculars) then about the alternative nightclubs,
the Italian goths were called ‘the darks’ or something light that, great fun boogeying the night away to Bauhaus and even ha! the Cure

I was impressed that the local gay community at the time had sneaky graffiti painted every lion statue, throughout the city, a pleasingly gaudy pink
hard to be a proud ferocious king of the beasts in your pinkitude, each snarl becomes a gurn!

my grandad tho, who always had the best tales (if not always scrupously truthful),
he collapsed the year i was born in Napolii, a blood clot on the brain
apparently the doctors said that falling and bashing his bonce saved his life, the force dislodging the clot
He was Nursed back to health by Dame Gracie Fields!
Gracie who? .. well think, like she was the 1940’s version of… umm Beyonce…but from Lancaster
She lived on the goat isle of capri and her Florence Nightingale stint was because my great aunt may was the chairperson of her fan club!

sure lots of you have been already but it’s the art college(?) degree show on down the road, the buildings sorta opposite pavilion near that hectors house pub.
i had a snoop and a perusal at lunch
amazing how many imaginative, talented folk there are about!
also a jazz band noodling in the courtyard… and the bonus emotion that i felt like a student all over again. ha
i think it maybe the last day, but what do i know, well worth a visit after work

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…that’s a shame

i think theres some art in fabrika, that gallery/ church up the road
for the festival there was a viking long boat made from old wardrobes
the kids thought it was very ship in a bottle and could only wonder how they got it in thru the doors
to which i replied ‘aha’
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the best exhibition they ever had in there, was a couple of years ago,
it was like a wooden bridge, glockenspiel, floorboarded contraption,
and a video screen which displayed a similar contraption in a street in Rotterdamm or Kobenhavn or somewhere
If somebody walked on the bridge on the video screen, then, by ‘the power of the internet’,
the same movement was echoed on the bridge in Brighton
eek creak ghost phantom footsteps! very eerie!
A bit like the characters in michael bentines potty time ( a while ago)
walking on the bridge in brighton would be vice versa
There was no sound link, the idea was to communicate across nations through the ‘medium of dance’
I attempted a Michael Jackson moonwalk, spin and crotch grab… possibly over stretching myself

Still, that is the purpose of the global communications revolution, to Basil Fawlty, jumping up and down shaking a comic fist at an audience of mute bewildered yet distant Danes

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vodka jelly… and space cakes… a delightful recipe for ruin
once, at a party i sat in a huge cardboard box (out of my box?) all night long
for entertainment i balanced globubules of vodka jelly (vegetarian natch) on my forehead then rolled them down off the end of my nose and caught them on my tongue. yeucchhh
sorta eddie the eagle ski ramp stylee
it’s good when you invent an entire olympic sport in your head…. suprisingly never caught on

whats jelly roll tho’? John Martyn warbles pleasantly and incoherently about it and then there was jelly roll morton
i’ve always imagined it to be something to do with heroin and something to do with pianos?

a cool site a friend mailed me

http://www.blood.co.uk/

you can book blood doning appointments online

no excuse not too!

from Madeline who used to work here:

“This Thursday (19:00-22:00) there is a coding Dojo being held at the University of Sussex as part of the Fringe Festival. Tickets are £3 (you can buy them from the fringe festival ticket office or by contacting info@brightoncodingdojo.co.uk), but there is plenty of free food and drink at the event to be guzzled.

The Dojo is set up to let everyone experiment with coding in a non-competitive, collaborative, fun environment. Everyone is welcome, from beginner to Jedi master.

See http://www.brightoncodingdojo.co.uk/night.html for more information about the night. ”

If you can think of any way to make this sound more appealing to the other programmers, then edit as you will.

Most of the programmers at the university don’t have beards.

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i’ll be going!

yesterday one of those ‘not in service’ ghost buses whizzed past me as i was waiting at the stop.
This ones number was ‘666’ destination Devils Dyke. scooby dooby doo!

…in further developments i read somewhere that Sussex Women are ‘sposed to have longer legs than them in other parts of the country.
apparently it’s on account of them having to haul themselves out of the claggy quicksquelch mud out up on the downs

Whilst the big church in Steyning was founded by St Cuthelme, who was on his way from Devon to Canterbury, he was pushing his aged and ailing mother in a wheelbarrow!
when he got to Steyning, apparently he had a visionary dream, so next morning the Jimmy Nail lookalike declared ‘i’m reet shagged ma. let’s build a church here’. fact!

A good friend of mine also told me that the logo of an Apple for Apple computers is in fact an homage to Alan Turing, legendary boffin, famous for the ‘Turing test’ and cracking the Enigma code
In a sad tale, Turing was caught cottaging, persecuted by the authorities, who insisted he have Testosterone injections. barbaric
he probably committed suicide, it is believed he killed himself with a cyanide laced apple
tragic and oddly reminiscent of Snow White
apple pips themselves are said to contain miniscule traces of cyanide

For Andy and Rohan
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.