FRIDAY FOTOS

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Apologies for the lack of work this week.

And I know it’s been an exciting week, what with Derek’s budget proposals, Ruth’s admission that she’d not be averse to a London parliamentary seat (the worst kept secret in the world), the Mayhembot being beaten in parliament on taking back to control to their parliament (instead of a cabal of right wing nut jobs), Kezia being sent to the Scottish equivilent of Coventry, and the high nesses Willie and Charlie joining the Maypole at a service for the survivors and victims of the greed and incompetence of Kensington Council, many of whom still have no permanent home.

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Charles and Willie, of course, will remember when their mother’s/granny’s place at Windsor went up in flames and they had to throw Rembrandts and Van der Neers out the window. A dreadful year. An annus horribilis, in fact!

Doubtless, the royals were thinking to themselves how awful it was for these people to lose their priceless works of art (I mean your average Botticelli doesn’t look its best after being flung from the 20th floor of a multi), but then consoled themselves in the sure and certain knowledge that those who were left alive would have, as mama/grandmama had, decanted to one of their other houses, filled with equally desirably artworks

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Then there was the slap in the face that Trumpy got when despite his presidential endorsement, Roy Moore and his horse were not elected to the US Senate, and the South’s South, the reddest state in the union, elected a Democrat senator, leaving Trump’s majority on the shoggliest of nails.

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Finally, of course, there was that magical and heartwarming news that Harry the Hunter and his bird are to be wed, largely at our expense, on May the something or other. Joy unbounded. (Note to May: Brilliant day to bury any disastrous news.)

Anyway, there should have been articles on most if not all of those matters, and there was not. Munguin is not a happy chappy, and Tris is now sharing the cellars with Mick the Mouse. Nice bit of cheese for supper though!

Anyway… here’s some auld pics to puzzle over. Hope that makes it up to you! Munguin says you can all have 10 per cent of your subscriptions back….

What more could you ask?

Wait a minute…

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44 thoughts on “FRIDAY FOTOS”

  1. Cup final or Royal Wedding on the same day? I thing the former, unless Arsenal don’t make the final. Then I’ll just dig a hole and take my guitar and me down it to hide forevermore.

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    1. Oh don’t do that…

      The world needs good music.
      🙂

      You go to the cup final mate. I’m sure Munguin will send an intrepid reporter to cover the royal nuptials… or something…

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      1. Absolutely, Tris – It just illustrates how far we have progressed and have so much to be thankful for like instantaneous internet that links like-minded individuals who believe in and work for a better Scotland. Keep up the good work!

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    1. Hell yes the Leery man came up our close too.

      Loving the last couple of weeks of full english brexit. The EU have got their measure. Now the red and blues are weeping over the budget.
      I can’t stop, laughing.

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      1. Love it. “Full English Brexit”

        I’m back to not knowing what it means now. Except that it’s red white and blue, and like everything else in this country that isn’t for royalty, running behind schedule.

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      2. Yeah, me too! And yet the meeja is still banging on with their overlords’ nasty BritNat messaging, subtext that we Scots are too wee, too poor and too stupid to survive “on our own”… I marvel at (a) the stupidity of Them, and (b) Their hypocrisy.

        We Scots would have to be unbelievably, incredibly stupid to f*uck things up as much as They have – and I’m using the “unbelievable” and “incredible” bits of that in their original meaning too.

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  2. Tris, I’m from Edinburgh and even I ken that’s Sauchiehall Avenue. It’s probably all Wetherspoons pubs and betting shops now.

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  3. First pic Dundee beside the Gothic Revival Albert Whats-its – Name, traffic heading towards top of Reform street – later 70’s (see car registration) when we had a couple of severe winters – 1976/7 ? Also first generation one man operated bus.

    Second picture – is it by any chance Union Street in Aberdeen? Not sure. Date, wherever it is would be late 50’s – Austin A40 in foreground, Jowett Javelin behind, then Ford Prefect; Rover 80 or similar across road (always thought of these as doctor’s cars).

    London picture – late 30’s/ early 40’s ? Remember seeing Austin 16’s like the one nearest the picture for sale for £5 – £10 in ads in the DR around 1959.

    Bottom picture 1960-ish Hillman Minx. Thought the first I ever travelled in at that seemed very smooth and fast but reports from friends disillusioned me later.

    Enjoyed the Unionist spluttering over the budget – but I am seriously worried about the possible effect on the English job market of many of the 314,000 Scottish train drivers identified by one of our Tory MSP’s as Nat Tax “victims” arriving as tax exiles in rUK.

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    1. That’s all pretty good, Cairn…except the second one which Mr Conan nearly correctly identified as Weegieland’s Sauchiehall Avenue (Street).

      I’m pretty sure that there will be transport ministers from all over Europe writing to Humza now, asking him if he can spare the odd train driver… given the limited area of train lines we have.

      Wing’s piece on the Tories’ moans is just superb. What a load of useless lazy whiny idiots they are.

      And we are so luck to have Stuart.

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  4. The guy on the shifty fifty behind the Mk 3 Cortina must have been a bit nervous. I wonder if he got home in one piece?

    Yes we had proper winters back then, none of this namby pamby global warming pish we get these days. I can’t remember the exact year, it was between 79 & 82 I think when a plumber pal of mine made £1000 in a couple of months on the side, being called out to fix burst pipes.

    That was good money back then.

    Instead, this week we’ve had to listen to the English media banging on about the snow they’ve been getting down there. Yawn!

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    1. Oh Lord. Mark III Cortinas… Ouch.

      Ha ha… kids of today, ipads and a dusting of snow keeps them in bed…

      Ah, I’ve given up almost altogether on the media. No papers, no tv and now very little radio.

      The last time I put on the Today programme, they were banging on about that ginger dude’s wedding.

      I don;t care when a member of the family gets married, why on earth would I care about him?

      I thought radio Four was for intelligent discussion!

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    2. Bad winters… that first photo, the one taken in Dundee. December 1978 – January 1979 was just about the worst spell of winter weather in the late ’70s – I seem to remember having to help a pal defrost the waste pipe from the toilet in his third-floor flat in Edinburgh by holding onto his ankles as he hung out the window wielding a hairdryer – but of course it does snow at other times too. They didn’t use the letters I or O for the year numbers, I think, or Q, so I think that could well be the right time period.

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  5. Boy o boy!

    I cannae wait till next May … got the date pencilled in already … for more “watching paint dry!”

    AS if all this “incredible” news isn’t good enough let’s all remember to have an extra large cheer for wee Lizzie McFizzie come Christmas day in rememberance of her “gifting” an £8 Christmas pudding to each of her serfs!

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    1. Well, to be fair, she has got thousands of staff… however, almost undoubtedly WE pay for them.

      Question: What if, like me, they not only don’t like, but utterly can’t abide Christmas pudding?

      Has she thought about that?

      We should have a Munguin’s Republic, Wedding Special and send our roving reporter abroad to Londres to cover it.

      ‘Cept, of course, we don’t have a roving reporter.

      Bugger.

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      1. Reminds me, Tris, of the immortal line – “We don’t want yer Christmas puddin’ – you can stick it up yer arse”. Can’t quite recall which of England’s immortal bards penned that though.

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      2. Oh, I know what to do with unwanted Royal Christmas Pudding! You flog it on ebay, because there are more BritNat Yoon royalists out there than you can shake a stick at… they’d be willing to pay a fortune for a gift from Her Maj!

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  6. Aye, I like the one of Raglafart Square (typo surely!), You cannnae walk roon it noo wi’out rinning the gauntlet o’ “living statues”. Ah swear tae Christ Ah’ve seen mair levitatin’ Yodas in Trafalgar Sqwerr than in the whaill feckin’ Star Warz franchize. Whit’s a’ that aboot? Geezabrek, pal. Thur’z nae bluidy levitatin’ Yodas in George Sqwerr, Ah’ll tell ye that!

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  7. I don’t get this whole Harry Hewitt and Meggie Sparkle royal wedding thing. Are either of them related to the Buckingham Palace crowd?

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    1. Maybot is so gagging for something to distract the lower orders right now, she’ll grasp at any straw.

      For the next couple of weeks she has the festival of greed and avarice, which will keep everyone’s mind off the misery. But after that, in what they are saying is going to make phase 1 of Brexit look like a party, she’s going to need something big.

      So next year Kate and her new royal liability on the tax payer, I mean bairn, I mean royal highness, will fill the headlines for a while; then Harry Hewitt and his wedding…

      What next?

      I read that the Sun was telling us that we would be having a double celebration, and that Britons all over these islands would be going wild and holding street parties for the wedding and the cup final.

      Street Parties? In May? In Scotland? For a minor royal and a foreign cup final?

      Oh dear.

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    1. Conan, I think Honda still make a more modern variant but I’m sure there are still plenty of the older C50s, C100s, Cubs, Super Cubs, etc doing sterling service in the Far East. I recall photos of these wee bikes with whole families on them or sometimes one guy and what looked like a dozen huge sacks tied on. I believe it’s the most popular motor-cycle ever made – despised, of course, by the ton-up boys on their Bonnevilles, Dominators, Gold Stars, etc. All those wonderful (?) machines from the Golden age of British bikes – Whatever happened to them? 🙂

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      1. You can still find them if you follow the oil leaks Andi 🙂 I had a BSA C15 which spent far more time in the back garden than on the road. When I got a second hand Honda 175 I was astounded at how reliable it was. All of my bikes since then have been Hondas, apart from a love/hate relationship with a Jawa 350.

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    1. Lived in Dunfermline at the top of a (what seemed like a long) hill. Sledged up and down that hill on the pavement for weeks. Nobody complained despite me compacting the snow and making it slippy. Making slides in the playground at Commercial school. Nobody came running out out with salt to stop us sliding. Happy, happy days.

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    2. I remember it well… we lived in Lenzie – the station’s on the railway line between Glasgow – Edinburgh and the Dundee trains pass through it on their way to Queen Street – so it lies to the north-east of the city. The Clean Air Acts were coming in, but they started in the SW, for the obvious reason, so it was quite common for Lenzie and Kirkintilloch to be pretty much fogbound – smogbound – while it could be bright and sunny 15 miles or so away in George Square.

      I remember it being extremely cold, frost on the inside of the window panes, frozen pipes in the attic – loft insulation was not yet a Thing, really – not being able to get a fresh delivery of coal for the fire – milk bottles frozen on the back step – and for several weeks (?) in January, the smog was so thick that we couldn’t see our gateposts from our front window. And we lived in a modest bungalow, not a big stone hoose with a mile-long driveway, servants’ quarters, room for a pony or three, and an Imposing Frontage.

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  8. I’m a bit late to this, but if anybody’s still looking, my guess for Trafalgar Square would be early 1947.

    The cars look to be of pre-war/wartime vintage and the buses seem to be six wheeled LTs which were steadily replaced by RTs from 1947. But Trafalgar Square looks too busy and lacking in any sign of military activity for this to be a wartime scene.

    So if it’s pre or post war, and the bus suggests that it’s not later than about 1950, then the weather is the clue. Britain had severe winters in 1933 and 1946/47. 1933 seems a bit too early for the cars, so my guess would be January or February 1947.

    I not only remember the 1963 “Big Freeze” (I was a primary school -we’d just moved to Glasgow the year before) but also Cliff Michelmore and Derek Hart. What I hadn’t remembered was how unrelaxed and “received pronunciation” they were in comparison to today’s presenters.

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    1. I’d say you’re bang on with 1947, Gordon.

      Yeah, tv has come a long way since the 60s.

      I think everyone on the BBC had to learn to speak RP, or thereabouts. I suppose in those days before everyone travelled around a lot it would have been hard for anyone in say Aberdeen to understand what a guy from Liverpool was saying.

      We’re a lot more used to it now.

      It was the same with films. Anyone middle class in a film spoke RP, and the working class (cleaners, taxi drivers, servants, etc spoke with an East End accent.

      Very occasionally you’d get someone with a posh Morningside accent though…

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      1. If you’ve seen the original film of the 39 Steps – the one with the scene on the Forth Bridge, if I recall right – the action takes us into a Scottish pub at one point, or so we are supposed to believe. With the usual sensitivity, and comprehensive understanding of matters Scottish, there was a – clock, I think – above the bar bearing the legend “Watney’s Red Barrel”. Oops, there went my suspension of disbelief… oot the windae…

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