tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228588112026-08-12T01:27:41.877+01:00"Scraping Along The Bottom!"Doc Sleazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939793278552442225noreply@blogger.comBlogger4306125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22858811.post-38948103310647894712026-08-11T21:21:00.000+01:002026-08-12T01:22:22.816+01:00

As ever, I find myself out of step with public sentiment, or rather, what the media would have us believe is public sentiment.  I speak, of course, about the whole 'early release' furore whipped up by the press as stick with which to try and beat Andy Burnham - ignoring the fact that this is a policy he inherited. rather than something he came up with.   Anyway, most of the '

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I'm pretty sure that the fact that, increasingly, I prefer old movies to new ones is a sure sign that I'm getting old.  Mind you, when I say 'old movies', that can include anything up to the nineties.  Although, I have to say that, to me, those nineties movies feel like they were released just yesterday- I remember seeing many of them for the first time at my local cinema.  But, I

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Yesterday I added this Roku app which simply plays loops of young women dancing.  Sometimes they are in swimsuits, sometimes in their underwear, other times low cut dresses.  Sometimes they are on the beach, sometimes indoors in what look like beach side houses, other times they are outdoors at inland locations. (Apparently, these locations are all in California).  They all dance

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I really should stop reading the comments on articles on my local newspaper's website.  Not only are they, invariably bad for my blood pressure, but they are also profoundly depressing to read - it's the sheer stupidity and ignorance of the sad bastards who post them.  It's always the same half dozen, or so, idiots, all fully paid up members of Reform UK, Restore or the Crapchester Nazi

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Back to the model railway.  As I'm planning to dismantle the current excuse for a layout and start constructing an expanded version, I thought that I'd take some time over the next few weeks to shoot some videos of some of the more recently acquired locos and stock.  First, however, I thought that I'd revisit the business of converter wagons, which allow my Trix and Dublo  locos

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Another wilfully obscure low budget British would be shocker from the early seventies, the main reason for my interest in The House That Vanished (1973), is that it was directed by Jose Larraz.  Larraz was a Spanish director who directed a series of low budget exploitation films in the UK during the early seventies, of which Vampyres (1974) is probably the best known.  Most are

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Once again we go After Hours to find out why streaming TV customers are finding their ordinary lives turned into TV dramas. There’s drama in the meth lab for Dr Smith, Will and the Robot in this week’s episode of ‘Lost and Spaced’ as an experiment gets out of hand, while The-Man-in-the-Pub wades into the ‘Paul is Dead’ debate and uncovers a bizarre tale of amnesia, stolen identities and

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I had another of those days of 'travelling hopefully'.  I thought that I'd worked out where all the roadworks were and mapped out my route to the New Forest accordingly - also taking into account how to avoid the traffic chaos generated by the presence of the New Forest Show this week.  Inevitably, of course, this being the height of summer, another set of roadworks and another

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It's pretty much cognitive dissonance - the ability to hold two conflicting, mutually exclusive even, beliefs simultaneously - isn't it?  The way in which our ill-informed electorate appears to think, I mean.  Or at least, the way the right-wing press seems to believe that they think, judging by their headlines.  As ever, with the arrival of a new Labour Prime Minister, the press

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Every so often I come across a film which has fallen into such obscurity that even I haven't heard of it.  Such was the case with Anglo-South African horror film House of the Living Dead (1973), which I recently caught up with.  Yet, despite having never seen or heard of it, the whole thing had an air of familiarity about it, reminding me, at every turn, of other low budget shockers I'd

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That Trump is an utterly unhinged psychopath is pretty much beyond question, (and the US electorate equally unhinged psychos for having re-elected him), but  exactly where are his delusions leading him?  Increasingly, I'm beginning to suspect that he sees himself as some kind of super-villain.  In his own head he probably sees himself as Blofeld, Thanos or Lex Luthor, but in

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Google's long campaign to wreck its search engine and basically destroy organic search results has, of course, culminated in its current attempt to impose 'AI overviews' on searchers rather than traditional results.  Which means, obviously, that individual websites are getting even less traffic from Google than before (and it has been in terminal decline for more than ten years).  This,

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So, where is Mitch McConnell, the right-wing US Republican Senator and Trump enabler?  You know the guy - he's about three hundred years old and looks like a startled turtle that just been evicted from its shell.  Well, he hasn't been seen in an age - he's allegedly in hospital recovering from a fall, but, increasingly, people are suspecting that he's actually dead and has been for some

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As I've oft noted here, thanks to a combination of illegal uploads to the likes of YouTube and streaming TV's insatiable appetite for content, you can be sure that even the most obscure of low budget exploitation movies will eventually become available.  So it was that I was recently able to finally catch up with Spanish seventies horror film I recalled reading about when I was a kid, but

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I've been sat here, staring at the blank text field in the Blogger back-end, for what seems like an eternity, trying to think of something to post.  But, to be frank, it's defeated me.  I'm drawing a blank.  Right now, I really feel like I've run out of steam.  Not just in terms of what to write here, but generally.  Maybe it's this run of extreme temperatures we've been

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Apparently, to be a true 'warrior' you have to have big balls.  Literally, it seems.  Self styled US Secretary of 'War' Pete Hegseth's latest obsession is apparently the testosterone levels of US servicemen - he thinks they have to be sky high if they are to be effective killing machines, sorry, 'warriors'.  It seems that there are to be compulsory tests of testosterone levels for

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I don't want to keep harping on about this Ann Widdecombe business, but with the police investigation seemingly in chaos and contradicting itself, isn't it about time that they called in Miss Marple?  I mean, this sort of thing is right up her street: some bigoted old spinster gets offed in a remote and obscure village in the rural south west of England, there's no shortage of people who

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I see that the right-wing snowflakes have been out in force following this Ann Widdecombe business, working themselves up into their usual frenzy of self-righteousness over anyone perceived as 'disrespecting' their fallen 'heroine'.  We had their 'thought police' in the form of the right-wing press fuming because Sky's Adam Boulton had apparently described her as an 'old maid' and a '

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It was another of those times when you could just feel that mixture of fury and frustration emanating from the racists over on Twitter when a suspect in the Anne Widdicombe was arrested and turned out to be a white British national.  Once again, their dreams of stirring up more race hate, a few riots and some burnings down of hostels housing asylum seekers had been foiled by inconvenient

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God help me, I think I'm beginning to become acclimatised to these plus thirty temperatures.  I've found this latest bout far easier to live with than the previous two.  Of course, the wider question is just how acclimatised to Nigel Farage's grift the voters of Clacton have become.  Because that seems to be the main plank of his campaign for re-election in a self-inflicted and

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Just recently I've watched a number of episodes of the Kenny Everett Video Show.  I'm not sure his posthumous reputation as some kind of 'zany comedy genius' can stand many more of these repeats.  This is the show he did for ITV, for its final series, it became Kenny Everett's Video Cassette, but the format was much the same.  Anyway, watching it now, it is hard to believe that

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Getting back to that idea of bringing the US back under the umbrella of British rule after their, frankly disastrous (for the rest of the world) 250 year experiment in independence, I think that we need to do more to expose their foundation myth as the pack of lies it really is.  As we've already established, that whole business about throwing off the shackles of a tyrannical king was all

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Seventies sitcoms are a funny thing - and not necessarily funny in the way intended by the makers.  Watching them now, from a distance of fifty-plus years, you are sometimes left wondering exactly why some of them were so popular at the time.  Of course, in part, for me, the answer lies, partially, in the fact that when I first saw them, I was a child and far less critical, not to

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According to Robert Louis Stevenson, it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive.  Well, I'm betting that he wasn't trying to get to the coast from Crapchester on a summer's day.  It's just as well that I find the sight and sound of the sea relaxing - I needed to unwind after the nightmare journey down today.  OK, OK, I know that I started out late, so got caught up with school

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Back in the world of After Hours, can Dan guess who the real celebrity sinner is in ‘It’s a Sin!’? We get a preview of the new, non-woke, ‘Doctor Who’, while The-Man-in-the-Pub ponders the existence of an entirely unknown (to the public) regeneration of The Doctor. ‘Consumer Eye’, meanwhile, investigates a dodgy ‘On the Day’ hearse hire app, with explosive consequences, while the ‘Downey Bit

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