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2017-06-27 11:33 am

And as if by magic...

I have access to LJ again.

Now I have to work out if I want access to LJ again. :)
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2017-06-27 08:19 am


so this is what comes up when I try to get on to LJ: 

Access Denied

Either you are trying to access a page you do no not have permission to view or your ip address is banned. If you feel this is in error, please email support at with the bulleted information below.

  • Client IP:
  • Client User Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (iPad; CPU OS 10_3_2 like Mac OS X) AppleWebKit/603.2.4 (KHTML, like Gecko) Version/10.0 Mobile/14F89 Safari/602.1
  • Error code: swlb-403
And that's not just from my iPad. I get the same message on all my devices. I guess Uncle Vlad's minions have decided that I'm not complimentary enough to the old bastard. Oh well.

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2017-06-26 08:53 am

Poor old LiveJournal...

So it finally appears that the powers-that-be at LiveJournal have blocked my account and prevented me accessing any of my entries or any of the comms I've been on.

Who knew Uncle Vlad's minions could be so irritated by me (and at a guess many people like me) that they prevented me from participating in debate, or even continuing my much-neglected blog.

What a good time we had, when it still was something.

Of course, if it's just me that's been banned for pointing out how it appears that Uncle Vlad does things, well... such is. I've tried to do my bit against the spread of disinformation and manifest fibbing, and even correct other folk's misinterpretations and misunderstandings, and I guess that doesn't sit too well with some of the people now running LJ.
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2017-05-07 01:35 pm

(no subject)

 Good article in today's Observer.

But what does it matter? If a few billionaires control us, isn't that what capitalism is all about? At the simplest it reduces to Monopoly with one eventual winner and the rest of us bankrupt.
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2017-04-21 07:55 am


We buried Jeremy.
Juan came from Oxford en route to a conference on the continent. Kenton flew down from Glasgow. Sue took the train from Manchester. Jeremy's brothers and extended family all came, as did a number of Jeremy's chums from hospital and many of his musician pals who had played with him over the years. Lots of old faces I hadn't seen in ages.
Everyone celebrated Jeremy's life. We spoke of his generosity and kindness. And of course, the Jeremy stories started to circulate.

Blimey, sometimes mad buggers can say really truthful things elegantly and wittily. 

RIP Jeremy.
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2017-03-24 08:32 pm

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My old chum, Jeremy, aka "Poor Mad Felix" went off the radar about 5 weeks ago. This happens from time to time. The thing about mad folk is sometimes they go AWOL. About three weeks ago, his brothers started to search for him. The police became involved. I wracked my brains but could think of nothing in addition to the information they already had which would have helped the search.

This evening I had a call from Jeremy's brother.

Jeremy's body had been recovered from the river Thames on March 7th. It was identified today by his brothers. Some two weeks beforehand someone had reported seeing someone jumping from one of London's bridges, but no body was recovered. It's taken till now to put all the pieces together to provide Jeremy's family with a body, and a name to the cadaver in the Coroner's fridge.

When he was young he was glorious: brilliant, charismatic, athletic, and the guitarist most likely of my generation to have made a musical difference. It went haywire before he turned twenty.

Dear Jeremy, may Vishnu gather you into the world past the circles of the earth, and beyond the cycle of birth and rebirth; and may you repose in the breast of Brahma.
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2017-02-01 11:30 pm

Gordon Bennett...

I saw the Glam Ex today for the first time in years. She came over for guitars and catch-up chatting.

I always did like her. But then again she looks like a combination of the best bits of Audrey Hepburn and Gina Lollobrigida. It is easy to see why I was smit. And still am rather, despite everything.

She still has her Senegalese partner who is half her age. And nine feet tall. So should she visit again I don't think I'll mention how beautiful she is in anything other than a completely dispassionate way.
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2017-01-24 09:49 pm

Oh, the Donald...

Now this is from 1993, some twenty-three and a bit years ago. One sincerely hopes the leopard has changed his spots.
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2017-01-14 01:56 pm


When I moved out, my ex redecorated comprehensively. I had removed 90% of my library from the house, so it made sense. She also bought new blinds, and had the place painted from top to bottom.

Today, my almost 6 year-old son told me he wanted to go home. I suggested to him that he only thought that because Daddy was too strict. After some thought he replied along these lines:

"No, it's just you have too many books."
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"There are too many books. Your flat is too cluttered. The blinds aren't right. The sofa is too big. And there are books everywhere."

Evidently my son has become too much of an interior designer to want to stay in my flat.

It's right about now that I start thinking of paternity tests.
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2017-01-13 10:49 am

Here goes.

First dreamwidth post.


Whoever thought I would leave LJ? Not me. However the Putinbots (some remarkably clever and nice-seeming, the sort who disguise appalling views as jolly banter, and who are unfailingly polite and courteous - others of course being not quite as adept at pretending to the values of civilisation) have finally made of LJ Dodge City before Wyatt Earp.

It's a fun place in a desperate sort of way; and the few communities in which I still participate are, for LJ purposes, and in the world of FB and Twitter, vibrant.

LJ may be a fun place, but it has become even more a small battlefield in the phoney-cyber-conflict between polities, virtual polities, and political alignments. The levels of casual racism have risen to a point where I am having difficulty controlling my temper. Maybe it was always thus, but like Edward VII, I am of the opinion that even these casual forms of racist behaviour are disgraceful.

The problem then becomes, of course, when faced with this, do all of us sort-of-informed non-gender-specific chaps engage against that which we consider to be objectionable, or keep quiet for the sake of harmony?

I know I paraphrase some part of a Hamlet soliloquy, but taking virtual arms against a sea of prejudice and disinformation seems like a reasonable thing to do. (You can never end it though, in this Hamlet is wrong; I suppose the struggle just gets passed on to other folk.)

Anyway, it's time to borrow Achilles' armour. Epistolic aristeia awaits, if not for thee, then for me.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2017-01-01 02:08 am


A Happy New Year to one and all.

I want 2017 to be less interesting and event-filled than 2016. But my wants are pretty immaterial.
All my misgivings about 2017 may prove to be wrong: Que sais-je?
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-12-26 10:34 am

And 2016 brings us another unwelcome present....

George Michael has died.

My commiserations go to his family and friends.

He was a nice chap and possessed of charm and wit. That's aside from the talent. I worked for him as a guitarist once, long ago. (I was part of Toby's band when George recorded Toby's song "Waltz Away Dreaming".) He'd just been done for cottaging and was really amusing about it all, telling the tale whilst ensconced in the studio control room in Tin Pan Alley. Quite a brilliant raconteur. Always had excellent weed too.

Sorely missed.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-12-22 04:45 pm


Well, I think that's all the Christmas shopping done. A few last hand-delivered cards and present-wrapping left.

May your Christmases be merry, joyful, and er, um, rainbow-coloured and multi-cultural. And I'll still call it Christmas and not the holidays, so there.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-12-17 01:13 pm


So... since my separation I have been rather kicking over the traces (if that's the phrase I'm looking for) when I don't have the kids with me. The kids though are the ludic meaning of life, for all that one has to correct them.

I'm too old for Tinder (there's a cut-off age I have somehow exceeded) and most dating sites seem... er... well I'll give 'em a go, but am not that hopeful.

Added to which the impulse to explore those things which I have never really gotten around to doing, yet were still within my moral framework, means there are so many possibilites that I'm as confused as a schoolboy about to blow his yearly allowance on a trip to the tuck shop.

I feel a dash of the Scarlet Pimpernels coming on. Or is it Valmont from another book I mean instead? Or maybe even I could try to be Marguerite this time around? Or Isherwood in Berlin...
Or maybe even just make sure I have the Adagietto to Mahler's Fifth on constant rotation on my iPod, and Venice shall be my Jerusalem.

After finding the small shadows on the lungs, and in light of this new single status, I think the bucket-list has to be explored pretty thoroughly. With appropriate decency to the other people involved, of course. And I should definitely try to get it all on cam to embarrass my descendants in the years to come.

Maybe not a woman this time. Unless the right one comes along, of course.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-11-08 10:53 am


Young Harry has just released a statement from Kensington Palace.

Now this is about the British press of the semi-fascist variety. The Scum, the Daily Fail, the Getsworse, and the Torygraph. (I happen to be a Tory, btw, though of a different kind to the sort that reads those not-fit-to-wipe-your-arse rags.)

How can you tell they are semi-fascist newspapers? Why, by the dog-whistle racism which they evince... hardly even in the closet.

I stand with Hal. I'm not the shape to be Falstaff, being too skinny by half, but I would be happy to attend him in his cups of both joy and sorrow.

Damn the gutter press. Damn them, damn them, damn them. William and Harry are both good blokes as well as being princes and gentlemen, and if either Harry's or Will's lass needs chaps to defend them against cowardly blackguards hiding behind thinly disguised prejudices expounded in polite language, I'm happy to call those blackguards racist fucking arseholes to their faces. And in print. And in front of their friends and family.

For those who don't know, the Royals can trace their family tree back quite a long way, and folk of most races appear on it. Harry is descended from both Attila the Hun and the Prophet Muhammed, as well as various Guelphs and Ghibellines. (And also from Ghengis Khan IIRC.) Someone needs to shake some decency and honour into the fourth estate. I blame the editors and proprietors. Maybe they should be held accountable in some way. Hahahaha.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-10-28 05:58 pm

Why do I bother...

When this dude can do this:

He's called Brock Davisson; and his notes, to my ears, have weight, resonance, and meaning.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-07-30 03:15 pm


If there is a God, God gets it, I suppose.

It always pays to have the best informed critics.
johnny9fingers: (Sri Yantra)
2016-07-25 04:42 pm


I'm a lot closer to moving out. I'm waiting for the flat to be finished and then, when the kids are on holiday, I shall move. I am unhappy about the timing; but both Madame, and Kay our nanny, think that giving the kids a fait accompli is the best option. I am prepared to agree, albeit reluctantly. Still despite the absence of the kids (though I will be looking after them for two days a week and alternate weekends) I am looking forward to not having to live here. I must quit smoking, which I took up again after things started looking irreparable.