John Thomson

Aye, Scotland, Wales or NI don’t fucking look much like England you racist cockwomble Farage

YouTube video by Dogsterr2111 John Martyn - Transatlantic Sessions - Solid Air

My musical hero has died. RIP Danny Thompson, the man who inspired me to pick up the double bass. Here he is with John Martyn who, it transpires, used to live up the next close to me in Glasgow. youtu.be/uvCU1U2rhB0?...

#Popart Danny Thompson.

RIP Danny Thompson

Solid Air

RIP Danny Thompson. open.spotify.com/track/7EDrSW...

@phoenix.tapbots.com any update on alpha? Thanks

What the fuck does he know about war?!

OMG which publication is this from. I grew up so near to this garage!

This is a monochrome advertisement for the Lada Riva car, highlighting its features such as headlamp wash/wipe, rear seatbelts, and adjustable door mirrors. The ad suggests that one would expect these features in a luxury car, but they come at an affordable price in the Lada Riva. Nothing spared except the expense. Headlamp wash/wipe, rear seatbelts, interior adjustable door mirrors. You'd expect a luxury car to have all these features except this. £2895. *Prices quoted are ex-works inclusive of VAT & inertia reel seatbelts. 7 Ayr Road, Irvine. Tel: 78509

Jul 1983: Lada Riva ad from Magnum Motors Ltd.

(+Headlamp Wash/Wipe; Rear Seatbelts; and Interior adjustable door mirrors)

«Nothing spared except the expense.»

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How’s that going? Not everyone has pretend friends!

Into the light.

Al-Balad, Jeddah

Milky Way

Milky Way over Jeddah

Love the processing here. Understand the difficulty in capturing this. My meagre effort.

So, Farage is a spokesperson for Trump and Trump is a spokesperson for Putin. It’s, quite ironically, like a game of Russian dolls. Except instead of dolls they’re ugly treacherous cunts.

The Day of Our Divorce Hearing you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place. We had never been so kind to each other. When you said I'm still a slob we laughed. After lunch we stood in the parking lot. You said, You have the last word but I said, No, I'm tired of being the one who sums things up. You get the last word. But you couldn't think of one. So off you went to our silver car, I to our red one. It's three years later. And even that's just a story now. Lately I don't feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, when it no longer mattered.

This poem made me stop in my tracks.

Some pictures from Al-Balad, Jedddah

Done!

Shit on a stick!

You just made it!!

If it’s not found within 90 min it generally burrows into the eyeball and will need surgically removed, the eyeball that is!

Yes please

Shona, are you able to share how you got this image? I’d love to learn. Thanks

Santa’s favorite Christmas song is “A Long December” by the Counting Crows.

Can someone suggest some feeds for breaking news? TIA

A night to forget for us all!!

I like handwritten letters. I like pouring my feelings onto paper, into words a little slanted, a little smudged from when my hand shook as I wrote them down, a polygraph of my heart. If flowers can be pressed, so can feelings — into paragraphs, into ‘—yours truly,’ into a name.