Saturday, January 14, 2006

The weekend is here...

Welcome back to chriswasanon. A curious thing. This page gets hits from 0 second staying surfers - what's that about?

Spambots, cannot physically enter comments here but as they in the main are dumb asses who use special software, you the reader are safe from the hell of Viagra, web cams, "my wonderful web page," dodgy rolexes, the lads from Lagos, C1alis, meds, get rich quick schemes and all the other el totale alleged rip-off bollockos from the desk of the head of the Baluchistan is alleged too that you should think carefully b4 using ticketmaster.

Bush is an idiot? Bit of a dolt? Personality of a house brick?
Some chairs were thrown,the place opened up. A woman La Presidente, good thing? bad thing? Well I think Hillary Clinton may be coming... Mrs. T did little for this "no such thing as society" and as for her idiot son lost in the desert...Rip it up and start again...

That old stoner of up in smoke and many other cannabis classics Chong, laid it on the line, the airwaves roaring larfter with that happy sound of Captain Steve Jones. Sometimes I read between the lines. I didn't catch the show but it sounded like a goody - thank you Steve - thank you Shovel - thank you Indie 103.1 fm. for the blog and letting us all play. The show ended up on the Steve blog in what I might describe (filching and bastardising) the headline from a Sex Pistols show in 1978 as a: "pie guitar political fracas." Only there were no pies, apart from pie and peas. :-)

I am an admirer of Ted Richard's "Forty Year old Hippie" healthy shit stirring. He is a part of a different take on Society by such 60's and 70's artists as R. Crumb, Skip Williamson, Jay Lynch, Gilbert Shelton. Some are of course still making people laugh. Richard's first creation was Dopin Dan and you can read all about him on his website, check the links. It was The Underground psychedelic comix crew. These were X. rated comics my dears, that dealt with unmentionable subjects like drug taking and sex. When I was young and in my decline, Fat Freddy, Smoot, Wonder Warthog, Mr Natural all fun, all spoke to my condition. Then along came those early VIZ comics out of Newcastle and how we laughed. The forty year old one did seem impossibly aged when I first read him in an underground bookshop. I was just a punky child person and now lookie here, I'm forty odds and fifty lurks around the corner and I'm still a child person. Scatological tale from the "Forty year old Hippie" The deserved classic "potty monster" - haaaaaar haaaar larfs like a drain. Look at those free flowing lines, the sense of humour just oozes from this strip!

potty monster here

the computer strip from Richard's and part two of the story the crunchy computer itself.

Pyramid power - yeah - 200 trips and they've all been bummers - yeah.

Steve called Shovel a "Jacobite" cos he didn't have the first "Poxy" music album. Well I says: with due respect "God Save the Jacobites." The souls of the many dead of the 1745 rebellion, hung drawn and quartered after pitching their lot in with Bonnie Prince Charlie. As the Gaelic songsters put it, "a people know who their rightful king is!" After Culloden came the sorrows. Proscription. No kilt, no bagpipe and the beginning of forced emigration. Even though An Prionnsa (The Prince) was basically not really Scottish and ended up a wife beating depressive alkie who burst into tears everytime someone mentioned his beloved Highlanders. The end of the adventure was far far from the palace of Holyrood house. A noble wight indeed was Prince Charles Edward Stuart,la toast of the Edinburgh lassies as they wheeled around the ballroom at Holyrood with the Scottish capital having surrendered without a shot, "shall we dance Ladee Isobel?" Then came the long march to Derby and the even longer one back to Culloden Moor and the end.

There is a flower, the English call it, "Sweet William." The Scots name it "Stinking Billy." It was named after the Hanoverian Duke William of Cumberland, the butcher of Culloden Moor. There are better links but that's a start. rant mode off / or on \ what do these html switches meaaaaaaan?

Shloemoe continues to fret about sexuality, dream analysis anyone? The Shloe is talented, he should be writing drama scripts. We need a new President and I think Shloemoe would do fine! His policies are not completely set out yet but that will come...

Thank God you do not live in a blue State and if you do...why are you reading this, its probably illegal. DEATH TO TELEVISION!!! a bas le paranoia paradise television!

Mebbe I should get Muzz to make me up an Anarchy minus the swastikas of course with that sewn into it.

Thats it.

That was the chriswasanon blog and my big ups.

JR. - nope Dave's not here maaaaaaaan.

Floratina - "politics" from 2 words, polly or parrot and ticks therefore someone into politics is a creepy little thing who talks a lot of rubbish. Thanks to Barry Cryer.

Chispa - Got to get back to Spain my man.

Shloe - A talented blogger

Miche - Love this woman!

The pie. - Sex Pistols are God and disco sux!

The pod - Somnambulistic blogtastic!

The nevah - Hooked!

The jewel - Well - you are

The Sovel - I like to see him post.

Absent, Alison, psychic vamp, Gail...

If I've missed you the blog is so slowwww to load and longgggg to read, I can't cope with the scroll. "New blog," oh webmaster...they asked nicely...

Good day! may your God go with you (Dave Allen).

Thursday, January 12, 2006

A quickie...

Such fun on the blog last night - Lots of love and friendship in the house. Wish Steve hadn't played that Bob Dylan Stoner song - set off a post about Mr. Nice, after being asked. Started, posting about swearing and the J. Rotten swearing episode in the jungle. Philip Larkin popped in and there was a ton of fun in German inc. more swearing. The jb bloggers are sehr gut! Thanks Glass. Posted a silly joke. NMTB couldn't play but Chispa did and all the other regular JR etcs. and the Pod, Shloe with his brown paper bag lurched in and was having a wee swallie. Even Gidget popped by, say hello next time she appears!

Enjoy yourselves, enjoy the box.


And that's what I'm talking about.

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Monterey Pop Festival 1967.

Jimi before the sacrifice - scroll down for more of Mr....

James Marshall Hendrix.


Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Here's an interesting thing...

Jack's shack I have to thank Gidge for making me so welcome.

Some kind of horror occured on the Jones blog last night I was too busy trying to figure out where the Azores and Tristan da Cunha were (on this giant World jigsaw that the other half and me (grammar) are currently playing with) to tune in to the Indie thing. However, according to a reliable informant, it is alleged that insults and exchanges were traded between X and the JB. bloggers. On what the subject was that triggered this fury I do not know. I will find out!!! I do know that today GMT. + 0 approx 2.30 pm. ALL the blogs at Indie are down and out. That includes the Steve blog. They are out to lunch BIG TIME. That also includes the archive posts. To what extent has Mr. S. taken a hissy fit with the El. Capitano's blog and evicted the bloggers enmass so to speak, as it were?

a)Are you serious???
b)Ya can't believe everything you read on myspace
c)Not at all.
d)He's got the power - he's the techie.

If it's d). I hope not. I have cried wolf b4 on my pages and things have ended up serene. Or is it merely that the website has just gone tits up shit...happens - pro tempore - like er temporary. Normal service will be resumed as soon as we can like figure out what normal service is.

It matters 0 my dear ones because the jb bloggers are with a few noteable exceptions blinded by the light of myspace, seduced by the pimping and the rockin' and the muso's and dem glitterballs. They sadly hang out there nowadays, oh myself included, I'll admit it. It seems we are all in the wings of the Steve. Didn't I get crazy kicks when he accepted my comments on his booty t-shirts, git box and his captainship? The man what makes the myspace money man is the served by advertising dataminer Tom man and the Rupert magnate Murdoch media man. 'S ok, I just think that the jb. crew might want to jump here and

COMMENT once in a wee whilie.

The Update.

Right it was all about playlists - someone did a kind thing and someone else criticised - the boys in the main kept out of it. The girls had a bit of a ding dong, its all a storm in a teacup. 2 be perfectly honest I personally couldn't give a monkey's toss what the playlists are. I ynderstand how important tosome people that is but I do not worry. I like the dialogue, I like good music and Indie gives me those things in fistfulls! I love the blog - that is why I do this, I love the Jonesy Jukebox blog. PRAISE!!!

Oh the blogs are back hooray!!!!!!

I makes it soooo easy for 'em. Merely click on the linkie to open a new window, the myspace space thing clunking away in the background. Here you are on my blog and do you COMMENT do you f...Who ya gonna call when you want the goss?

Nevah, certainment,
Pie absolutement,
Jewell, Stimmt genau,
Michebel, she knows,
Floratina, for definite,
JR. totally for sure
Glass heroes oh yes!
Ramona - ma ma ma my Sharona!
Minnie the Minx.
Chispa - el loco hombre con el discotheque!

and the long list continues...

A special bigup to my old schoolie

Bangkok Steve

who sent me the new cd. of the Disrupters, GAS THE PUNX. It contains such as, "Norvic the Clown," "Bomb heaven," "Napalm," a different version to the one that appeared on the excellent CRASS compilation of new Brit bands, "Bullshit detector." Grab yourself a copy and relive a slice of 80's British Anarcho-punk action!


This has been a chriswasanon updated update - why accept shoddy imitation?
Go chriswasanon for all your surplus jones needs - to steal a phrase - yeaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.