This image was taken in June of 2014 of what was said to be a crocodile in a river in England. The Bristol Crocodile was first sighted in
River Avon in February of the same year. Reptile and amphibian expert,
Dr Ian Stephen, claims that it is possible for crocodiles to survive in British rivers. While they can survive in the rivers, Stephen says that it would be impossible for them to flourish, meaning someone had to have recently let the animal loose. Stephen and others believe that someone who kept a crocodile must have let it go when it got too big.
Four young students, one a policeman’s daughter would you believe, were responsible for the heinous crime. The quartet told the press their names were Sue, Roger, Richard and Bob.
They said: “We dropped the flour and ran for it. We did it to prove security and the hall was a farce.” [They also claimed] they watched The Beatles’ 1963 performances from the same vantage point.
[The Beatles’ love affair with Bristol’s Colston Hall, Craig Jones, Bristol Post, 20th March 2017]
Newspaper clippings from The Beatles Colston Hall, Bristol gig on 10th November 1964, where they have bags of flour dropped on them from 50 feet during the show. (Look at John laughing in the top one!)
When I say I am proud, I mean that I am grateful that I have never once been threatened with death or harm or segregation based on the women I love, that I reject these antiquated views and that I am a human, the same as any other, and I am flawed and perfect and I will not let our heros down.
I am one of the lucky ones
It sucks to be a woman, but at least I am white. And it’s dangerous to be gay, but at least I’m middle-classed. I have a uni degree and I live in the UK, and the worst anyone has ever done is shouted at our joined hands or looked horrified when we came to dinner.
People stare, but no one hits us, and that’s lucky, and when we march we march for the dead and the dying and the hidden and the suffering, and we march against anyone who says that our siblings are not deserving, are not human, and we march against hate and incomprehensible rage.
And we also march to honour the fallen, the trailblazers, and to say to everyone who confuses lesbian with bisexual and asks us ‘how long’ that we are here, alive, people, and we are not afraid. We march to share joy with our friends, to hold hands and build a town so that if (oh god what if, but not here, not in this day and age, but what if) we get thrown out we have somewhere to go, people to hide with.
We march to make a promise to ourselves, our future beings- if the worst, oh god, if he wins, if they roll it back- if any of that or the rest of the horrors that we read in the papers comes true we will not hide, we will not betray the people who fought for us, we will rage and burn and fight until we build this world again.
And so I am proud, because people are cruel and the only way to beat them is to smile, smile, and not step down.
“They are intelligent enough to write their own numbers, they are musical enough to play the right chords and in tune too, and they’re adult enough not to take the whole screaming affair too seriously.
“My jazz friends will kill me for this…but I do like The Beatles.”
[Roger Bennett, jazz aficionado and reviewer for The Bristol Post, reviewing the Beatles concert at Colston Hall, Bristol on 15th November, 1963]
The Beatles at Colston Hall, Bristol (but pic is the March or November 1964 gig).