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Splendid Talk About The Vietnam War: Reasons for Failure - Why the U.S. Lost

Take your time and listen to the reasons why a colossal super power like the USA came up against difficulty during the Vietnam War. These American historical analyse people go into great depth about the reasons why US forces came up against many unforeseen dilemmas during this intense war that raged through the 60s and into the 70s.

 

These interviewers and analyst cover a wide range of far reaching topics and consequences that US soldiers had to endure against an enemy that was in control of the terrain and could adapt to US military techniques. 

Twiggy modelling and dancing from sixties UK

Twiggy was the ultimate model of nineteen sixties Britain. Everyone loved her and this clip amuses me when they say she is on a staggering three hundred guineas a week. During the retro sixties in Britain, there were a number of iconic figures that everyone loved. Twiggy was the down to earth model with the cockney accent - a local girl made good. From all over the UK, these people were springing up. We had Shirley Bassey from Cardiff, the Beatles from Liverpool, George Best from Belfast and Lulu from Glasgow. Of course, there were more and these are to name but a few. 

    

And then there was those blooming horses!

Another thing that springs to mind is betting shops. I had the total wrong idea about betting shops, when I was a kid. For the life of me, I could not understand why little kids were not allowed in betting shops where a group of blokes sat around a table talking about things until one turned to the other and said, "No it's not."

Then the man talking in the first place insists, "Yes, it is so."

Then both men would hold out a hand to shake and say, "Want a bet on it."

There was nothing adult about 'want a bet on it.' I said it all the time with my class mates at school and I was good at it.

 

I thought my Dad went to the betting shop because he couldn't stand watching those boring horses running along a grass track. I found them blooming boring too, so why the heck could he not take me with him.

The Stranglers - No More Heroes TOTP 1977

The Stranglers seemed like a real bad anti-establishment band back in the late seventies, but now days they seem quite tame. They had a number of good songs and were very popular during their time. That was thirty odd years back now and it makes me think, how times fly. 

Limey/Pome becoming more impatient in a pub!

Being a Limey/Pome I have great empathy with this poor bloke's impatient attitude as it draws nearer and nearer towards closing time in a crowded bar. The song is called Two Pints of Lager & Packet of Crisp Please and is by the Splodgenessabounds. It was a fun song from the late seventies era.

Interview With An Exorcist - Spiritual

An Exorcist describes the way he concludes if someone needs help. He speaks of mental imbalance and possession by demonic force. I'm not saying I believe, but I would not say I disbelieve either. I find it scary and fascinating at the same time and can't help but have conflicting views on the subject. When it is concluded that an exorcism is necessary; he describes the protocols of going through the Bishop to acquire a specialist priest that would preform such a duty.

T'Pol (Jolene Blalock) Looks are irrelevant.

Little Miss logical Vulcan lady (T'Pol) might try to tell us her looks are irrelevant, but most red blooded human males would beg to differ. I think secretly, she does too, because these set of snaps suggest otherwise. Imagine walking around a star ship looking the way she does. Most blokes would be tripping over their tongues and walking into warp reactor machines.

Moyra Melons celerbrates new year ear rings with a bang!

"Wo! No stop there, I didn't mean that sought of bang." yelled Moyra Melon's over excited husband.

She was confused when he told her he wanted to celebrate her new ear rings and new year with a bang.

"What now?" she had replied.

"Yes now, my little petal. Now is New Year," he answered dreaming of partying, drinking, having fun and meeting friends - the sought of thing one does for the New year bash.

"You want to have a New Year ear rings bang now?" asked Moyra with her saucy grin.

"Of course," he replied again. "Now is New Year - let the festive New Year 'going with a bang,' begin, especially with those wonderful new ear rings."

And so; This picture is how Moyra Melons readied herself and how her poor hot flushed husband came to be yelling, "Wo! No stop there, I didn't mean that sought of bang."

They got to the New Years bash a little later then expected because Moyra Melons insisted that her idea of starting the New Year with a bang was correct, and her husband, being an understanding sort of chap, felt he should comply with his wife's wishes. He did not want to argue with Moyra Melons and I don't think I blame him, do you?

    

BLACK WIDOW (retro Brit rock band) - Come To The Sabbat

(From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

Black Widow - Retro Brit Rock Band

Origin Leicester, England

Genres Progressive rock, rock

Years active 1966–1973

2007–present

Members: Kay Garrett, Clive Jones, Geoff Griffiths, Paolo "Apollo" Negri,

Past members: Kay Garrett, Kip Trevor, Bob Bond, Clive Box, Jess "Zoot" Taylor, Jim Gannon, Romeo Challenger.

Black Widow were a rock band that formed in Leicester, England in September 1969. The band were mostly known for its early use of satanic and occult imagery in their music and stage act. The band were often confused with the better-known heavy rock band Black Sabbath, but the bands were only superficially similar.

The band formed in 1966 as Pesky Gee! with Kay Garrett (lead vocals), Kip Trevor (lead vocals, guitar and harmonica), Chris Dredge (guitar), Bob Bond (bass guitar), Clive Box (drums and piano), Jess "Zoot" Taylor (organ), Clive Jones (saxophone and flute). Jim Gannon (guitar, vocals and vibes), replaced Dredge in Spring 1969. The band split in September 1969.

The band released one album for Pye Records as Pesky Gee!, 1969's Exclamation Mark, before Garrett left the band. The remaining band members continued on as Black Widow and released their debut album Sacrifice in 1970. Perhaps better known than their music was the band's use of occult references in their music and their live performances, which were made more controversial with the mock sacrifice of a nude woman. These acts at time were very shocking but now a common use in the underground music scene, black metal. The band attracted further controversy by consulting infamous witch Alex Sanders for advice.

Black Widow's most popular song Come to the Sabbat has been covered by many bands and artists including Timberjack (Top 10 hit in New Zealand in 1971), Jon the Postman, Bewitched, Death SS and Propagandhi.

Curtis Mayfield "Get Down" with Soul Train Line Dance

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This is a great sounding song from 1971 filled with nostalgia and wonderful black American retro fun of that decade. The people in this clip are young and full of joy. Many must be in their sixties and seventies now, but I bet they still love these great sounds.

Claude Francois French Singer.

Claude Francois was a great French Singer/songwriter who was very popular in France and southern Europe during the 1960s and 1970s. He never gained the popularity he deserved in the English speaking countries, which was a great loss to those lands because this guy was extremely talented. Some of the songs we have heard sung by Brit or American artists and other English speaking nations were written by Claude Francois - although many of us are ignorant of this fact.

He was born in Egypt in 1939 to a French father and Italian mother. His father worked as an administrator on the Suez canal. The Francois family moved back to France during the Suez crisis and took up residence in Marseilles. 

Claude Francois played drums in various bands at the hotels of the town to supplement the wages of his daytime employment. His father had become too ill to work. It also became apparent that he could sing and it was from this moment that his life began to change.

He quickly became popular in Europe and the first and only time I remember seeing him, on television, was when he came to England and did a French song on the Russel Harty show. He sang and danced with a group of glamorous and scantily clad ladies, before being interviewed by Russel Harty - this was in 1977. In 1978 he was electrocuted and killed in a freak accident when he was in the bath and tried to adjust a light bulb. He was just 39 years of age. 

Claire - Tu veux ou tu veux pas

This is an old Brigette Bardot song being sung by a French artist called Claire. It has a great beat and of course the French can make anything sound great and sexy because of their cool language.

The Exorcist - Original Spiderwalk

The spider walk from the newer clip of the Exorcist has a few other parts to it in this clip. I've put it on because it has a few added seconds. This movie frightened the life out of me when i first see it. The spider walk clip was not in it. Even today; the movie sends a shiver down my spine and this added clip makes it so much better.  

Moyra Melons ear rings for the air.

Rude Jokes About Page 3 Girls: Jokes to Wet Your Whistle

Moyra Melons fancied herself as a air hostess and bought a clothes rig out to see what she would look like if she were to acquire such employment. So, with great aplomb, the lovely Moyra set to work on building an image for the air passengers. Try as she did; Moyra could not find a way to tone down the look of her ear rings - they just stood out screaming to the detriment of everything else.

She waited for her poor husband to come home from work and as he walked through the door; his Moyra was looking up at him - just the way she is in the picture.

"Do you think they stand out to much?" she asked meaning her ear rings.

Her husband, once again, came over in a hot flush and gurgled something sounding like; "I don't think so or care."

He slammed the door shut and was in there with Moyra for rather a long time, but when they came out; Moyra was no longer interested in becoming an air hostess and her husband was glad to know it. I think he might miss her on long haul flights - wouldn't you?  

CERRONE - Love in C Minor

In 1977 when we all went out in a group, my friends and I used to really like this sound by CERRONE. It was called 'Love in C minor.' and we would play it and life seemed to be forever stretching before us. In the car as we drove about to clubs, pubs and other care free places with this sound getting us in the mood to go chasing the girls. We all fancied ourselves as BeeGees at the time and I can't help but chuckle at our ill deserved optimism. I thought those days would never end, but sadly they are long gone now and I am middle aged. 

Brian Jones - Crimewatch 1994

This is a clip from a documentary surrounding the death of Brian Jones in 1969. He drowned in his swimming pool age 27. The is still unsolved issues surrounding the rock star's untimely death and there is a movie out supposing he may have been murdered by a builder and minder working at Brian Jones' estate in Sussex, England.

 

LaBelle - Lady Marmalade (Live 1975)

This was a very vibrant song from 1975 when the soul/disco scene was really beginning to take off. The thing about this type of music scene was that everyone seemed to be enjoying life. No matter who you are or where you come from; you cannot help but be seduced into enjoying this music because it is like a fanfare to being alive.

Giving You: The Christmas Kids (A Short Story)

Little Mandy was woken in the early hours of the morning by the torch – her squinting face bathed in the bright beam. Her younger three and a half year old sister, Lucy, stood behind the light and whispered.

“It Christmas.”

“Not yet Lucy, we must wait for the morning light or Father Christmas won’t come.” Even though she could not put her finger on it; at five years of age, Mandy felt uncomfortable with her younger sister’s more leading nature. Lucy always seemed to be one step ahead on matters. Well maybe not on this occasion. “If we get up before he comes down the chimney; he won’t leave presents. We must be asleep or it doesn’t work.”

“Father Christmas been and gone.” Her tone was matter of fact as though they need not concern themselves with such things.

“How do you know that?”

“We left drink! It gone.”

The torch beam left Mandy’s face and swung across the room to the set of draws where the empty brandy glass was.

“Daddy said leave special Father Christmas lemonade before going back up chimney. Look! He drunked it.”

Mandy got out of bed, feeling the excitement swell. “He can’t come and take them back can he?”

“No, he come here first.”

“How do you know that?”

“Uncle Jim tolded me he does.”

“When Lucy?”

“Yesterday.” Lucy looked pleased with her knowledge. “I said, ‘Do Father Christmas come to you?’ And he said, ‘yes.’”

“So how do you know he comes here first?”

“If he visit grown ups first; he be late and I say, ‘Will see me first?’”

“Did Uncle Jim say yes Lucy?”

“Yes.” Lucy looked agitated. “I make sure.”

“So we can go down now.” Her voice had that thrilled edge to it and now it was really Christmas. Father Christmas had been, drank his brandy and moved on to other houses. She looked at Lucy confused. “Father Christmas will be drunk when he gets home.” She knew that Father Christmas drank grown ups lemonade as her Dad sometimes did.

The torch went out and the exasperated whisper replied in the blackness. “It don’t matter, he come here first.”

“Are we going down Lucy?”

The torch came back on with the beam pointing up at the ceiling allowing Mandy to see that Lucy had her finger over her lips – the younger of the two was now firmly in control of the situation. “Be good girl. Don’t wake Mummy and Daddy.” And like the little madam she was; gently took her elder sister by the hand. “We go to Harry and Tom in their room.”

Gingerly, the two little girls tip toed out into the hallway and made for, their ten year old brother, Harry’s bedroom where he slept with their elder cousin, Tom.

It was Harry’s turn to squint in the beam and he turned away from it muttering. “Mandy, you did this last year.”

“It ain’t me, it’s Lucy.”

“I woked her up,” came the defiant whisper. “Shoosh! Or you’ll wake Mummy and Daddy.”

Harry pulled the blanket over his head and giggled at his little sister’s antics.

Mandy did likewise, relieved that her brother was quickly over being grumpy. “Its Christmas morning and Father Christmas has been.”

The covers came back down and Harry sat up with his dishevelled hair pointing in all directions. He had a big mischievous smile upon his face. His little sisters still believed in Father Christmas and he was aware of the wonderful magic it held for them. His Mother had thoroughly drilled him on not spoiling the belief and in complying; he found it exciting to see their expectant faces looking at him in wonderment.

“Lucy, did you check to see if Father Christmas drank his special lemonade?”

“Yep, he’s drunked it all up.”

Again Harry tittered. “Well done.” He gave a mock look of being serious. “You didn’t spy him through the covers did you?”

“No.” Her little tone was utterly flabbergasted. “I were sleep.”

Mandy nodded her head in agreement. “It was too dark anyway.”

“Are you sure you did not get the tiniest peep of Father Christmas drinking his special lemonade.” Harry could not help grinning and knew when his little sister was being sparing with the truth.

She looked down at the floor and pursed her tiny lips and her jaw became pointed as though trying desperately not to sulk. Her eyes slowly lifted up to stare at him as he placed his hand over his open mouth in mock dread.

“He did not see you looking did he?” Her brother’s eyes sparkled and Lucy recognised the tone of his good natured teasing. She shook her head sheepishly and was delighted to see him hold out his arms, into which she happily moved.

“Well that’s alright then.” He gave her a firm cuddle and lifted her onto the bed. “What did he look like?”

“He had big red coat and white beard.”

“What else?”

“He drunked lemonade, fell over, crawled out of door laughing and Mummy told him off.”

Harry giggled again remembering how tipsy his Dad was when putting out the presents, wearing the Santa outfit, and staggering up the stairs, full of inebriated tomfoolery to the girl’s room to get the Brandy that had been left for Father Christmas.

Tom rolled over and rubbed his face before yawning. He looked over defiantly – as a rebellious twelve year old sometimes do. “There’s no such…”

“Shut up Tom!” scolded Harry harshly. “They’re little girls. Don’t spoil things.”

“Yeah, we little girls,” replied Mandy and Lucy.

Both boys sniggered at Lucy’s harsh reply because she was apt to agree with all things her big brother said – even when she was not sure what they meant.

“Come on then, let’s go down stairs and see the presents, shall we Lucy? And turn the torch out if you don’t want to wake Mum and Dad.”

Lucy complied and allowed Harry to carry her along the hallway with Mandy following, holding Tom’s hand. Their cousin was now playing along dutifully for the benefit of the little girls as they made for the stairs.

Lucy gasped as they passed the open door of their parent’s room and put her hand over her mouth. She had seen something that startled her. The rest of the children smiled at her antic as combined with the quite and darkness she unwittingly lent a sense of enthusiasm to the exquisite occasion. All put fingers to their lips – even Tom, who was beginning to rediscover the wonderful innocence of bygone Christmases.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and were overjoyed to see the array of wrapped presents beneath the big beautiful Christmas tree. All except Lucy, who still had her hand over her mouth looking at them with dismay?

Harry put her down and was a little disappointed to see her looking so unsure.

Tom knelt before her and took her hand feeling robbed of a grand occasion by the little girl’s lack of joy. “What’s the matter Lucy?”

Mandy was oblivious to the boys and her sister as she moved forward to the Christmas tree and peered down at the delightful sight of wrapped presents. She was only vaguely aware off Lucy’s mumbled reply to the boy’s concerned enquiries, but turned when both hissed trying to contain their amusement as they rolled on the floor with joyous gritted teeth. They dared not allow the hilarity to escape and wake the sleeping adults.

“What you laughing at Harry? Stop it Tom – she’s only a little girl.”

Lucy was standing before the boys, as they rolled about the floor, each holding his stomach; she had a big grin on her face knowing that she had accidentally elated them in some way.

Tom got on his hands and knees and looked at Mandy. “Lucy thinks we have to go back to bed because Father Christmas as drunk too much special lemonade and can’t get up the chimney.”

“Why? He’s gone.”

Harry tried to explain between chuckles. “She said she saw him when we were on the landing.”

Lucy looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or be worried as she whispered, “Father Christmas in bed with Mummy.”

Andre Rieu - Meine Lippen sie küssen so heiß

This piece, played by the fabulous Andre Rieu, makes me want to stick a rose between my teeth, stand on one leg and with the other raised (knee level with stomach). Both my arms are held straight up and with ill deserved confidence; I would pose before an attractive female - trying to woe her to dance with me like the man and lady in this scene.

I like to flatter myself that I would look dashing and irresistible while this tune is playing - having an attack of the virtuosos by a real virtuoso of the violin.

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