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[c-40]

A-T-2 360 Pigbag

Pigbag were formed at Cheltenham Art College by a couple of brummies. As the band expanded they hitched to Bristol and recruited Simon Underwood who had recently left The Pop Group. The set for their first gig supporting The Slits was a 20 minute version of Papa's Got A Brand New Pigbag. I'll have to check but I think Pigbag were Y-Records biggest selling artists. The single Papa's Got A Brand New Pigbag peaked at number 3 on the UK singles chart in April 1982, this was after it was reissued in March. The album Dr Heckle And Mr Jive had been released a few months earlier, this got to 18 in the album charts

Pigbag - Wiggling

Pigbag - Brian The Snail

Pigbag - Brazil Nuts

Pigbag - Another Orangutango remix of album track Orangutango put out as a b side

[declanisms]

Last night’s dream was really fucking trippy

[jupitermelichios]

concept that i enjoy deeply:

when lois lane was fourteen, her dad was stationed on one of the US missile bases in scotland for a bit, and decided that she and lucy should attend a boarding school in the uk while he was there. Cheltnam and Roedean were out of his price range, but eventually he found somewhere with really very reasonable fees, and what sounded like an excellent curiculum. Lots of focus on sports and healthy outdoor excercise, that sort of thing.

Admittedly the headmistress was somewhat eccentric, but everyone knew the english were a bit mad.

really, St Trinnians seems like the perfect fit.

(Lois adored it, Lucy got a reputation as a snitch in her first week and never recovered. Lois never fully gets over her resentment when Lucy gets her father to pull them out of the school, although admittedly that might have more to do with what happened at sports day than Lucy’s complaints.)

Years later, Clark is surprised when Lois says she wants in invite some old school friends to their wedding, because he hadn’t known she had any. He’s even more surprised when those all school friends turn out to include the second in command of intergang and two members of the league of assasins.

[goodproofingwater]

Can i please get 1, 2, 10 and 80 w/ John Shelby please? Ty x

Send me some numbers and a person and i’ll write a thing

“Give me a chance.”, “Not you again..”, “We cant keep this up forever.” & “Lets run away together.”

When you were younger, it had been the Shelby’s who took you in. It had been Polly who gave you a job when the men were at war, Tommy, John and Arthur your heart broke for each time there was news of yet another boy from watery lane coming home in a body bag, and it was this relationship with the family which made it so wrong that you spent every Sunday on your knees in front of the youngest of the three ex-soldiers, his hand gripping the back of your head as you made him see God as his auntie prayed at church. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell girl ya got a good mouth on ya..” he smirked, licking his lips as you stood doing the same, the taste of him on your tongue not putting him off the fierce kiss he placed to your lips, his hands cupping your ass and picking you up. He backed you toward Michael’s desk, not caring for the items which fell on the floor or the papers he crumpled as he sat you down, and he pulled back from another searing kiss to bite down on your lip and push your underwear to the side. 

You were used to this dance by now, the blowjob as soon as the family left, the finger fucking followed by actual fucking but it was fast becoming tedious, the weekly trysts followed by 6 days of pretending you barely liked each other. You had had enough. 

“John.. John stop..” you spoke, pushing him back before he had the chance to press his fingers inside of you, and he looked at you in confusion as he moved back with your hand. 

“What? Did ya hear somethin’?” His head immediately snaps to the door, and back to you, and you shook your head as your feet hit the floor and his brow furrowed with confusion. “What ya not in the mood? Come on girl, let me bend ya over this desk, I’ve been thinking about this all week.”

“No, John.” You spoke, exhaling a shaking breath as it fully hit you what you were doing, giving up the short time you got to spend with this beautiful man for your morals and you almost caved at the look of confusion in his eyes. “I can’t do this anymore… we can’t keep this up forever and I’m not letting you just fuck me every week until you find someone you can bring around the family.”

“You fucking what? It was your idea to do it ‘ere, you were the one who said we had to keep it quiet, I don’t give a fuck what they think!”

“Yes you do, John. I see the way that you look at me when you think that they’re watching you. I- I’m getting in too deep I can’t..” You swallowed thickly as he stood there in disbelief, and you pushed past him before he had a chance to convince you otherwise, knowing that a simple kiss from him would have turned you right back into his arms. 

--  

A week went by with everything being relatively normal save for the glares that were shot your way from John, Tommy’s astute eyes looking but not seeing what was truly going on. You had always wondered if his brothers knew, if he had told Tommy and Arthur in order to keep the family away for longer if necessary but by the time the first Monday following a John-less Sunday rolled around, they seemed to care even less. 

You showed up for work on time as always, ignoring the fiery glares shot your way from John as you sat down at your desk and began to work out the biases’ for the day, which races were most likely to win and which you could coerce the punters into betting on so the house won more money. You thought you had gotten away with it, thought that he was just going to let you continue to not show up at the betting shop and the whole set up would just fall into nothing, but you were mistaken. 

You had been walking toward the small shop at the end of the road from the bookies which had recently started selling sandwiches when you felt an unceremonious tug on your arm, and before you had a chance to realise who it was, John had his hand over your mouth down an alley. 

“John, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You spat as your eyes darted from him to both open ends of the alley, scared to death that anyone would see you and word would get back to Polly. 

“Give me a chance.” The words which fell from his lips were so out of character that you could barely comprehend them before he continued, “We don’t have to stick around here where you’re worried about Pol, lets run away together and get the nice house you always used to talk about when we were just back from the war. The one with the pigs and the chickens. And I’ll fuck you in every room and no-one will ever find us.”

You shook your head, blinking in confusion at the words that were tumbling from his lips. You had never heard anything like it from him, had never had a hint of any kind of affection save for his compliments on your mouth or your pussy after he had emptied himself into them. 

“John are you fucking crazy?!” Was your response, and he looked hurt for a moment before the typical Shelby wall came over him and he licked his lips before he let you go. 

“Just fuckin’ around aint I..” His laugh was awkward and uncomfortable, and it was clear to you who knew him better than most that it wasn’t genuine, “Think that ‘cause I’ve been without ya mouth for a week that I’d want to run away with ya and start some kind of fuckin’ pig farm.”

You shook your head as you stood there in confusion, completely unsure of what to say to his emotional whiplash. 

“When ya get back Tommy wants ya to send ‘im the race report for Cheltnam” He spoke, walking away and leaving you stunned, “Don’t be fuckin’ late.”

[kata-chthonia]

NOPE.

Internet myth from c.2008.

It was actually a quote truncated and hodgepodged together. The original was written in a letter by Queen Victoria.

Also, do you folks REALLY think that a poster maker from 1952 would combine Cheltnam Old Condensed with Helvetica? Away with your postmodern style choices!

“Beware of Artists” - Actual poster issued by Senator Joseph McCarthy in 1950s, at height of the red scare.

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[ladyaudleyssecrettumlbr]

From The Diamond Fairy Book - HR Millar's illustrations for The Princess Who Despised all Men, a piece of silliness by Charles Smith Cheltnam.  Naturally the story ends with the princess seeing the error of her ways - following a series of events manipulated by her fairy godmother.  Hmmm. 

Cheltnam was a writer, playwright and translator married to Leigh Hunt's daughter Jacintha.  He died in 1912 aged 89. 

Harold Robert Millar (1869 - 1940) was a Scottish illustrator whose work appears in books by George Eliot, Edith Nesbit, Nathaniel Hawthorne and Rider Haggard among others.

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