Sunday, 16 September 2012
Saturday, 15 September 2012
LFC -EFC Tee shirts- September 2012
Boss new LFC and EFC tee shirts to look out for!
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Wednesday, 12 September 2012
September 12th 2012 - The Hillsborough report
September
12 -2012
The
Release of the Hillsborough Documents and the British Governments apology.
I’m really
not eloquent enough to express the feelings I have gone through today….hearing
the UK Prime minister admit the lies and cover ups that have haunted the
families and friends of the people that died on that fateful day and the vindication
of all the campaigns and pleas that have gone on in this city ever since….I can’t
express the shame and disgust I feel about those responsible for those vile
vile lies, cover ups and attempted smear campaigns.
To hear that
41 lives could have been saved but for the incredible stupidity,
unprofessionalism of services that we are supposed to be able to trust in and
be proud of is breathtakingly abhorrent. The Illegal tampering of evidence by
the very people who are supposed to protect this country form all things
illegal…is just incomprehensible. It’s not as if we didn’t know this happened.
We have known ever since that day, but we’ve had to put up with politicians,
news organisations and thousands of ill informed twats, mockingly labelling us
as a city of whinging bastards who need to move on …”self pity city” they cried.
Well now we
have finally heard the truth. And the truth has revealed what we have been
saying for the last 23 years and all those campaigns and pleas for justice have
been vindicated.
However…its
impossible to be relieved or pleased. Personally, I am full of anger and
contempt……. and grief and despair for the families….ALL of whom should and
could have been spared if the game had just never been played at a ground that was not fit
to stage it after it was revealed, “The report found that Sheffield
Wednesday's ground "failed to meet minimum standards under the Safety of
Sports Grounds Act 1975".
Justice has
not been done. The truth has been revealed, the fight for justice goes on.
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hillsborough.independent.gov.uk/repository/report/HIP_report.pdf
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Saturday, 18 August 2012
AUGUST 2012 INS & OUTS
Ins
Ormskirk
Rudesia
Hibbo’s Goal
The neighbours….gotta love em….
Civilians
Trannies from Talacre
Tea Street band
Thick as Thieves
Tangerine trainees
Tallywackers
teabagging
The Road End
Todgers
Tramps with better clobber than you
Taking thing with a pinch of pepper
Talking out of your cooler than cool
arse
Tasering john Terry
Tantalising Tasha Jonas
Toxteth Teds
Tromboning
Tooting
Touting your tastes
Ten bob head
Testosterone fuelled twats
Ten ton testicles
Tickling tonsils with yer tackle
Twenty to ten on Tuesday
The The
Tripping on Toad goo
Thor’s teeth
Treating Trot Rot
Tweaking tarantulas
Tentative Tony
Tasting termite piss
Tapping yer temple
Trotting trotters
Toying skin Tags
Toga’s
Tattoed Taoists
Trying to terminate tiny ticks
Thick twats
Bad, gramer!?
Crap speling
OUTS
Bolt
Obsessive
compulsive alliteration
St.
johns market
Trampolines
Coach
from cheers
Tattoo’s
when you’re 50 or over
Corned
lamb
Slow
cooked elbow
Clobber that identifies you as a
rogue
Stone island nazi’s…enough!
People who got dead pompous about
the Olympics opening / closing ceremonies ….get over it “cool kids” it
wasn’t a gig….it was a ceremony going out to armchair sports fans world wide..seriously what did you expect?
Shack? The farm? The Tea street band? The La’s?
Big in japan? The sums? Or maybe the velvet underground or the wedding
present or orange juice or even the Stone Roses? nah, get real. I wouldn’t (and didn’t) mind the amusing piss
taking stuff…..but this pompous “HEY this doesn’t represent ME!” attitude
really got on my fucking tits. Of course the Olympic committee will go for current popular acts like one
direction and tiny tempeh, with a mix of acts that have gone global like The Who,
the Beatles and Queen and a smattering of brit bands who have crossed the
divide on a lesser scale like blur, madness, arctic monkeys, Elbow and muse. Like most people on our various facebook pages
I hate annie lennox and George Michael, Jessie j etc and I laughed at macca’s and liam’s
vocals…but I say again..what the fuck where you expecting from a UK Olympic
ceremony??...and whats with the slagging of the remaining members of The Who
for doing My Generation?? I don’t
remember this vitriol after they did it at “live aid” or any of the hundreds of
other gigs they’ve done over the last twenty years??...are you seriously saying
those two fellers haven’t earned the right to continue to play their most popular
song because they are now old and the lyrics are subsequently
contradictory?...........if so why is it ok for the hundreds of current acts
who have reformed in various forms in the last decade? ,like the pistols or one
member of the clash…does johnny still want anarchy?, or is mick jones at 50 +
still right to sing complete control or whatever? Or bob Dylan to sing hobo
blues or times they are a changin’? Iggy Pop to sing Lust for life now he’s a
100 year old health freak?........from my own perspective, Jimmy Cliff
performing many rivers to cross at
the Phil’ was one of the most moving 5 minutes I’ve witnessed in years (in 2012)..is
he crossing rivers in poverty stricken Jamaica this Saturday night?) Its just
the same. So why are “The Who” villains all of a sudden? Not only have they have earned the right, but
it’s what their fans want to hear. …(and by the way, I love Mick Jones et al
and what they are doing now)
The
Ceremony could be for the most part deemed ridiculous theatre mixed with some
popular united kingdom music. If you were watching to see relevant and archaic
musical talent , or music that affected you when YOU were relevant then tough
shit.
Ultimately,
unless you’re only watching and
listening to new, young, upcoming, relevant musicians please get off yer high
horse (and stop watching Olympic ceromonies). We all have different tastes. Stop thinking yours should have been
represented at an Olympic ceremony. God help yers if I would have had the
chance to force my blinkered personal tastes down the throats of a world wide
audience!….oh, and as for the deliberate dissecting of Lennon’s Imagine, (not me favourite Lennon song
by a long chalk) being criticised for singing “Imagine theres no countries” etc
to a background of hundreds of countries
flags and ensignia ….give me strength!? The lyrics of that song are fantastical
not fantastic and certainly not literal. (how could there be “no countries”)??
The message of the song is clearly dreaming about worldwide unity and peace,
love and understanding..(whats so funny about that?) .By all means have your
opinion, but stop being so patronising and self righteous about it. If you were
that relevant you would have got the job over Mr Boyle and we’d all be slagging
you off now for not satisfying all of the 26 million or so that tuned in to
watch. Get over yourselves people.
Normal
ins & outs service will be resumed in few weeks
You can still buy The END BOOK and see (funny) old lns & Outs, mad
letters, good poems, shite poems ..and fuckin millions of spelling mistakes and
bad grammar, as the book reviewers (poncy southern, ex student types) keep
pointing out.
There’s a limited amount of signed copies in Waterstones on
Bold Street and in the Liverpool 1 Waterstones store... and of course you can
still get it on line here.
Monday, 23 July 2012
More Potters Tales- Budapest
Potters Tales –Budapest (Photo’s from Andrew Hudson’s / Reds in Europe facebook accounts)
Flicking through facebook, I came across the photo below and immediately recognised former End writer, seller and high haired lover from Liverpool Michael Potter esq.
I contacted him to enquire if it is him or whether he has a handsome doppelganger and the following is his response……………
Yep. le metro in Budapest. That pic attached tis me.
I decided to treat myself (being 50) and book a swanky pad to watch the once mighty reds, as it happens, crash dismally out of Europe. Still never let the match get in the way of a good jaunt out of blighty eh! This plan was quickly scuppered.
On arrival in Budapest the advanced party, namely a founder member of the N.M.C ( the fearsome north mersey casuals, Hightown branch ) who on second thoughts i won’t name.. informed me there was a spare bunk in his room. Too much for the chancing door hinge I have worryingly become to resist. Yes, my great no expense spared trip hadn’t involved booking a room. In fact I had only jumped at the last minute on some other poor souls flight who was having problems with a court order which carried a bit of weight shall we say.
I’ll start somewhere near the beginning. A couple of sparks from Litherland (a little known borough on the posher side of Bootle) kindly took, billy no mates, me under their wing. As mentioned previously, their buddy was bare knuckling bailiffs. Another addition to the posse as well as me was a chain smoking kopite (more about him later) the jump off point, the PRIORY. (not to be confused with the detoxing mansion where you can dry out if you have a few spare g’s). Nope this PROIRY certainly contains a few piss artists who on no account would pay good dough ...... not to have a drink In the shadow of Litherland town hall were the fab four played many a rousing gig. (Its said George Harrison’s nasal scouse-ness wasn’t fully appreciated, "where the fuck are you from lad" that as they say is another story for another day).
NOTTINGHAM international airport is an awful gruesome place. Proceedings were briefly livened up by a bulky Birkonian on the arm of a buxom traveling companion with a fondness for cider. To this day he is nostalgically remembered as Davey Apples although not to his face. The hotel foyer can be a tricky place especially if you are trying to outwit the can lad who’s onto you.
Keep up!........... we have now touched down in a foggy BUDAPEST. The postage stamp hotel reception area meant you had to negotiate the serial killer behind the counter dishing out the keys (the concierge, Norman bates, whatever JEEPERS, what if he thought I was new bitch on the block . Anyway I was in! 90 squid is 90 squid isn’t it ?
Literally outside of our, yes it’s now our hotel taking in the gloomy Danube air I bumped into a lad who uttered the immortal line" what are you doing here??" I thought everyone knew about the by-annual gypsy violinist competition of the year. Anyway we retreated to a nearby Magyar bar to sup hot wine which even met with the approval of the Litherland sparks or should that be sharks? My asthmatic lungs gave a thumbs up too. As normally happens on such a trip, to far flung mysterious cities full of local tradition and intrigue, you quickly embrace a sports bar with frothy lager served up by busty tottee. This trip didn’t break with tradition. .The Sports Bar was its charming name, packed to the rafters it seemed with punters from the NORTH LIVERPOOL region… not citizens of BUDAPEST. When I say north Liverpool I can pin it down geographically tighter, to the greater BOOTLE area. Maybe there was a holiday declared by the stout yeomen at BOOTLE TOWN HALL? (yes there is such a place)
The night ended more or less as it had begun, back at Draculas castle negotiating the cold eyed killer on reception. I waved a cheery good-night as I left the nicities to HIGHTOWNS top boy who was an official guest. I woke in a cold sweat!.. the nightmare still vivid, the hotel concierge swinging the ice pic towards my skull. Maybe I had too much hot wine?
Day 2.The St Andrews bar. Another non Hungarian haunt. More members of the BOOTLE independence movement. This time a younger more dynamic element. A good little crew of cheery souls displaying a banner topped or should that be bottomed off with a liver bird sporting a pair of samba. An un doubted homage to the 80,s when some of their own dads (actually on this trip) MADE THE DASSLER BRUVVERS A FEW MORE MARKS..Later in the day we stumbled into a bohemian jazz bar thick with ciggie smoke. "Just like the old days", the chain smoking kopite said emotionally. Soon, the aromatic aroma of home-grown Mersey Backie enfused the premises, no one seemed to bother or care. The Budapest metro beckoned ( see photo ) the rain came down, and the reds went out.
After the game the Litherland three struck up a friendship with an ex bizzie now full time piss artist who told nasty stories about FERAVAROUS ULTRAS. He insisted on driving them back to the city centre, a precarious journey where loved ones flashed before collective eyes. We all met up surprise surprise, in the sports bar. There was only one more thing to endure…. Norman Bates in gloomy towers (definately not the swanky hotel I had dreamed of.) I did and lived to tell the tale
phil hope you enjoy, mistakes an all I’ve christened it “reeel writin”, regards to the Stockey ‘eads.
MICK POTTER
(Mid photo and the shout goes up that “Der Throstles Schnest” is open and our man Potter is on his feet and on his way before the shutter on the camera has finished its mechanical wink)
You can still buy The END BOOK and read many other Michael Potter musings, Peter’s pondering and Sampson’s shenanigans………….oh and not forgetting John, Paul, Tony and meself
There’s a limited amount of signed copies in Waterstones on Bold Street and in the Liverpool 1 Waterstones store... and of course you can still get it on line here.
http://www.sabotagetimes.com/football-sport/were-you-a-big-fan-of-the-end/">http://www.sabotagetimes.com/football-sport/were-you-a-big-fan-of-the-end/
Saturday, 21 July 2012
More stuff from The END attic
You can still buy The END BOOK and see lns & Outs, mad
letters, good poems, shite poems ..and fuckin millions of spelling mistakes and
bad grammar, as the book reviewers (poncy southern, ex student types) keep
pointing out.
There’s a limited amount of signed copies in Waterstones on
Bold Street and in the Liverpool 1 Waterstones store... and of course you can
still get it on line here.
Friday, 20 July 2012
RIPTIDE- GAD
Another song from another son of Cantril Farm. Riptide by GAD
Listen to more songs and follow gad on Twitter here;
https://twitter.com/gadthecabbielisten to the song by clicking the link here;-
RIPTIDE
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You can still buy The END BOOK and see lns & Outs, mad
letters, good poems, shite poems ..and fuckin millions of spelling mistakes and
bad grammar, as the book reviewers (poncy southern, ex student types) keep
pointing out.
There’s a limited amount of signed copies in Waterstones on
Bold Street and in the Liverpool 1 Waterstones store... and of course you can
still get it on line here.
http://www.sabotagetimes.com/football-sport/were-you-a-big-fan-of-the-end/">http://www.sabotagetimes.com/football-sport/were-you-a-big-fan-of-the-end/
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