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Don't need to click on the link. Sad. But 62 for an alky is not too bad, all things considered. RIP Jocky. He was from my town and we used to drink together in the Feuars Arms before fame transported him to the giddy heights of dartdom and I departed for the ivory towers of darkest Edinburgh. A pretty nice bloke. Never ever beat him at darts, though. Not even close. I DID run into the back of his prized 3 litre Ford Capri with a forklift in the car park of the Abbotsford on one memorable night oot. Salt of the earth. About as basic an "unreconstructed man" as you could meet, yet he seemed happy shooting the breeze with a couple of leather and studs-clad spotty-faced punks with mohawks and eyeliner.
I always liked John Lowe (stoneface) when I was a kid, but only cos Jocky was miles and miles better than him and I liked the underdog. Jocky used to knock back 8 to 10 pints in a session easily. Those were the days.
Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone - I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee
And my whole life, every white man's life in the East, was one long struggle not to be laughed at. - George Orwell, Shooting an Elephant
My father: Dr. Mike Bellows (1934-2012). I miss you, Dad.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver.-Henry Rollins
Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone - I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee
And my whole life, every white man's life in the East, was one long struggle not to be laughed at. - George Orwell, Shooting an Elephant