Ewan M Hannah
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Survivor from another millennium. Scottish living in Manchester. I like: reading, writing, old Hollywood, Gothic fiction, vintage clothes, Scottish literature, film noir, avant-garde art and writing...lots of other things...
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The wee gallus bloke wi' his bunnet tae the side in my profile pic is my great-uncle Bill Docherty, circa 1938. A bit of a dandy, he was probably dressed for tattie howkin here.
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My headstand painting (done standing on my head with a brush between my toes) & associated works are currently on display in Athens - but you can buy them from anywhere in the world! www.artsy.net/show/darling...
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Bracing myself for the arrival of my 9 and 6 year old nephews...
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When I first read Iain Sinclair's Radon Daughters thirty years ago, I probably didn't even know who Donald Trump was. This description could apply equally to the Trafford Centre.
Radon Daughters, by Iain Sinclair, vintage 1995. "Something describing itself as 'Chelsea Harbour' (neither in Chelsea, nor a harbour) hid within a pall of black smoke from the Power Station. A prison of the soul. 'The modesty of Cardinal Wolsey and the good taste of Donald Trump,' Sileen muttered."
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Dolly Peel, fishwife and smuggler, South Shields, 1850. When her husband and son were press-ganged, she snuck on board ship and hid. Discovered, she was allowed to work as a nurse and stay with her family.
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Wigan pit brow lasses, or coal mine surface workers, 19th century (WiganWorld).
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Cheers! This is the meaning of pauchle I grew up with, but the DSL defines it as either to swindle or trick in general and also just to deal a pack of cards. But it's a guid word! Often heard in ma granny's hoose on Ne'erday! 😁
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Saturday #Scotstober word: Pauchle - to rig a deck of cards for the purpose of cheating. "Haw sir! You've pauchled they cairds!"
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Premiere of Cat People in 1942 at the Rialto Theatre in Manhattan.
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Finished work. #FridayFeeling
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Usually purchased from Wallace's, Fleming's, Fisher & Donaldson, or Clarke's 24 Hour Bakery off the Blackness Road.
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Lunchtime #Scotstober word of the day: Peh (n. chiefly Dundee) - Pie. As in the famous Dundonian phrase, "Twa plehn pehs an an ingin ane ana." (Trans. "I say, shopkeeper, two of your plainest pies and one infused with onions, and look sharp about it!")
A print of Desperate Dan tucking into a huge cow pie, complete with horns, by Dudley D. Watkins. Image credit https://comic-art-website.myshopify.com/products/desperate-dan-eats-cow-pie
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#FolkloreThursday
Black Annis A hag with a taste for human flesh (especially children). She is said to haunt the countryside of Leicestershire. From the Reader’s Digest Folklore Myths & Legends of Britain. Illustration by George Tute.
A woodcut style of illustration showing a horrific hag-like figure in the undergrowth with two dead children grasped in her claws. A crescent moon is in the sky.
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Black Annis pops up in Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol comics as an aspect of the character Crazy Jane.
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Chester Road, Stretford, early 1900s.
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Today's #Scotstober word was often used by my granny: Jalouse (v.) - to suspect, surmise, infer. "See thon Cary Grant? I jalouse he's up tae nae guid in this picter!"
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Rummaging through some stuff, I found these: Dundee circa 2000. Left - hound headed cast iron railing, Westgait Church, Perth Road. Right - Tay Bridge sunset from Perth Road / Roseangle. I think I took these on infra-red film. I learned to make my own prints at DCA.
Black and white image of a cast iron dog's head. Sepia photo of sunset over the River Tay, Dundee. The Tay Rail Bridge is just visible.
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"That night I'll always remember,
Coz that was the day, that my daddy died!"
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It was a Saturday night in December.
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I still dream of one day setting up the Completely Fabricated Edinburgh Walking Tour.

“This traffic cone marks the spot where Sir Arthur Conan Doyle invented the Cocker Spaniel”

and that kind of thing.
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Feel better today, so unfortunately back to work for me. Thus, today's #Scotstober word is: Darg - work, toil, labour, slog, drudgery, skivvying.
homer simpson and marge simpson from the simpsons talking about work for money
ALT: homer simpson and marge simpson from the simpsons talking about work for money
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In Edinburgh yesterday I took the opportunity to check out the fence which has closed off the Radical Road along Salisbury Craigs on Arthur's Seat for the last 6 years. Good news is that access to the classic Hutton sites should be restored next year.

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Photograph of a green fence and a sign indicating that a path, the Radical Road, is closed due to risk of rockfall.
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Time for a re-read, I think.
Front cover of the US 1st edition of The Final Programme by Michael Moorcock, Avon, 1968. Illustrated in marvellous Pop-Op style by Harry Douthwaite. A screaming Jerry Cornelius is encircled by pink and black diamonds within another circle of mid-blue. Surrounding this is a background of 4 black  crescents and four triangles, bordered in red. Radiating from this are beams of sage green, orange, black and yellow. The title reads: Michael Moorcock's major new departure in science fiction The Final Programme the ultimate computer - programmed by the most terrifying evil genius in all of science fiction! The back cover of the 1st edition of Michael Moorcock's The Final Programme. Like the front cover, it's a lavish technicolor-psychedelic-Art Deco extravaganza by Harry Douthwaite, this time featuring Frank Cornelius, Miss Brunner, and a helmeted henchman on a similar backdrop. The blurb reads: Michael Moorcock's savagely satirical breakthrough in speculative fiction The Final Programme a breathtakingly vivid, rapid-fire novel of tomorrow that says things you may not want to hear about today!
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I know Michael Moorcock doesn't like it, but it works for me - partially anyway. I fond the middle is a bit weak. Finch and Runacre are great though, and it captures the skew-whiff atmosphere of the book at the beginning and end. Ronald Lacey and Sterling Hayden also get in the swing of things.