FOUND A GNOSTIC CYBORG, ALSO PESTILENCE

Halifax: Come for the fishing, stay for the Apocalypse.

Film at eleven.

I have a wooden set



have been thinking of switching to something that absorbs fewer oils from herbs

this Japanese one intrigues me



I've also thought of getting one for making guacamole instead of just mashing stuff up in a bowl




mortar and pestle

definitely a good thing

Ya don't say!
Couldn't resist, sorry

I can see you

At last, someone talking sense. What Halifax are we talking about, surely not the one in Yorkshire? I don't think cyborg Anti-Christs will do the tourist industry much good at all. This is the sort of thing they're trying to promote.


It’s hard when folks can’t find their work where they’ve been bred and born;
When I was young I always thowt I’d bide amang rooits and corn.
(rooits = roots)
But I’ve been forced to work in towns so here’s my litany,
From Hull and Halifax and Hell, good Lord deliver me.
2
When I was courtin’ Mary Jane t’ old squire he says one day,
“I’ve got no room for wedded folk so wilt ta wed or stay?”
Well I couldn’t leave the lass I loved so to town we had to flee,
From Hull and Halifax and Hell, good Lord deliver me.
3
I’ve worked in Leeds and Huddersfield, I’ve addled honest brass,
At Bradford, Keighley, Rotherham, I’ve kept me bairns and lass;
I’ve travelled all three ridin’s round and once I went to sea.
From forges, mills and coalin’ boats, good Lord deliver me.
4
I’ve walked at neet down Sheffield lanes, ’t was the same as bein’ in Hell;
Furnaces thrust out tongues of fire that roared like wind on t’ fell;
I’ve sammed up coil in Barnsley pits wi’ muck upto me knees. (sammed up = picked up)
From Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotherham, good Lord deliver me.
5
I’ve seen grey fog creep ovver Leeds Brig as thick as Bastille soup;
I’ve lived where folks have been stowed away like rabbits in a coop;
I’ve seen snow float down Bradford Beck as black as ebony.
From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsey Slack, good Lord deliver me.
6
Well now when all our children have flown, to the country we’ve come back;
There’s forty miles of heathery moor ’twixt us and coilpit stack;
And often as I sit by the fire at neet I laugh and I shout with glee,
From Hull and Halifax and Hell, good Lord deliver me.

http://www.yorkshirefolksong.net/song_database/Occupational/The_Dalesmans_Litany.86.aspx

Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
A letter of marque came from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
would make for him the Antelope's crew

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight,HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

On the King's birthday we put to sea, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

On the 96th day we sailed again, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to fight

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

The Yankee lay low down with gold, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

Then at length we stood two cables away, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
Our cracked four pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Maintruck carried off both me legs

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

So here I lay in my 23rd year, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
It's been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

Don't tell the governor of Texas that. He'll send out the troops to keep an eye on them to ensure they are not planning to take over Texas.

I see . Thanks for the heads up !

Don't forget to stop by Cthulhu's Food Truck.

Much lewd, lascivious, and lecherous behavior in Halifax' past.
It's no wonder. . . ."The Unfortunate Miss Baily" was written by Louis E Gottlieb.
Sung by Kingston Trio - 0thers