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Incredible to have lived for so many years and seen so many societal changes, but, lest we forget, Harry held that: "politicians who took us to war should have been given the guns and told to settle their differences themselves, instead of organising nothing better than legalised mass murder".(The Last Fighting Tommy) In the Guardian obit. we also find: Indeed, after 11 November 1918 he was on a firing range with other Tommies when a jobsworth officer so riled them that there was a stand-off between his revolver and their rifles: "had he not backed down, he would have been shot, there's no doubt about it". A brigadier, alert to the officer's attitude, vindicated them, but for a moment it had looked a close call. And: "War is organised murder," he insisted, "and nothing else." Farewell, Harry Patch, farewell.

The Man Who Was Thursday - G.K Chesterton. Fantastical literary work; how come it's passed me by for all these years; never recommended to me by any friends or viewed in any booklists? I'm pacing the chapters as I don't want to finish it!

To Know Him is to Love Him - The Teddy Bears (Haunting eeriness from Spector!)

Armageddon

Nearing

Engine

Blue Jean Bop - (Sweet) Gene Vincent

Combustion

Standing

Top

Labour

Lemmy - Motorhead.

Axe

Warfare

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Missing the point, S/Fox, I was never "trapped" in Keith's chair. And, if he ever uttered anything suspect, and he did on occasion, I'm not denying it, I was perfectly able to challenge him. I never went there for psychoanalysis, just for a decent, reasonably-priced haircut, some amusing conversation and, dare I say it, friendship. I would often encounter him in various East Dulwich streets and we would chat about 'this and that'. He was a proper London character, and I just hope he's enjoying his retirement on the Coast. Viva Keith!

Brawl

One Saturday morning, after a flaming row with my wife, I made my way down Northcross for the usual Blade 2 at Keith's. She knew exactly where I was going and after a few minutes of conversation, me in the chair and with the shop filling up with saturday morning punters, the door flies open. She's in the doorway, red-faced, as Italian as she's ever been, raging :" You total w**ker, never forget who you are, do you hear me, you w***er, never forget it!", she rants and strides off towards Lordship Lane. I could've died; Keith turned to me and said:"Who the f**K was that?" "Just the wife." I responded. "Oh, fair enough." And he just carried on with the cut. Every visit thereafter, he'd always ask me how the missus was, and after payment he'd always, without fail, with the wickedest grin he could muster, turn and say:" 'Ere... never forget who you are!"

Code

Dash

Mick - Been lectured and hectored by Sean with regard to Ryanair myself, but the funniest thing he ever said to me was how he was still picking up Keith's old customers a good 6 months after Keith shut up shop and retired :" Jeez, they musta been wandering round Dulwich like f***ing zombies fer months before they found me!" Ted - Forget about the Jazz FM business, but why d'you edit out the whole posting?

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Exploitation

Men