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The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.

Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?

A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.

thefirstwaltz: Empress Eugenie of the French in exile. 

thefirstwaltz:

Empress Eugenie of the French in exile. 

"There are only two smells in the next life: incense or brimstone - which one do you prefer?"

— Fr. Mackonochie of S. Alban’s Church, Holborn when asked why the use of incense was so important to the celebration of Mass. (via anglo-catholic)
Have I just been insulted by Blogger’s CAPTCHA system?

Have I just been insulted by Blogger’s CAPTCHA system?

"In Roman times, the philosopher had always been a man of simple life and heavy bookshelves."

— In Peter Brown’s “Through the Eye of a Needle” is this description of a philosopher… (HT Tching Thang’s tub)

thebeatandpulse:

Listen Up

Track: Science Fiction

Artist: Divinyls

Taken From: Desperate (1983)

R.I.P. Chrissy Amphlett

thebeatandpulse:

Listen Up

Track: Boys In Town

Artist: Divinyls

Taken From: Monkey Grip OST / Desperate (1981 / 1983)

My all time fave Divinys track

R.I.P. Chrissy Amphlett

thebeatandpulse:

So we are going on a bit of a time warp today with a handful of my fave tunes from the Divinyls queued up, this is the best way I can think to pay my respects to Chrissy who was an amazing artist by sharing the music with you. Hope you enjoy

Listen Up

Track: Pleasure and Pain

Artist: Divinyls

Taken From: What A Life! (1985)

inventaire:

These are desperate times my dear 

I will play you on every jukebox, in every dive bar, till the end of the time. 

Divinyls — Backs to the Wall (1988).

R.I.P. Chrissie Amphlett

crowcockatiel:

atompunk:

Peter Scott Peters — Fallout Shelter (1961)

From the wonderful article at CONELRAD Adjacent:

Of all the songs ever written about Cold War panic (or lack thereof), Peter Scott Peters’ amazing 45 single Fallout Shelter (Lute 6020, 1961) may well be the coolest. The two-minute, thirty-three second opus begins with a driving jazz beat that leads the listener to a slightly menacing spoken word refrain: “I’m not scared, I’m prepared, I’ll be spared.” The hepcat singer then brags about his bachelor pad bomb shelter being fully equipped for the atomic duration:

I’ve got a fallout shelter, it’s nine by nine
A Hi-Fi set and a jug of wine
Let the missiles fly from nation to nation
It’s party time in my radiation station

THIS BELONGS IN FALLOUT

I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart.

(Source: inkspots.ca, via turner-d-century)