Sunday, 31 May 2015
Why did the hens cross the road?
Friday, 29 May 2015
One song to the tune of another
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The Man in Black |
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The Other Man In Black |
I think he may like this one too. As with a lot of them I put up here, this one's been out a while but I've come to it late. Ring of Smoke (see what they did there?) is very clever, not least because they've dispensed with that riff: you know, the one played by the (other) man in black - the one they don't allow you to play in guitar shops. And yet it works. Perfectly.
Labels:
Deep Purple Mark 2,
James Medd,
Johnny Cash,
Ritchie Blackmore
Sunday, 24 May 2015
Loved the book

From Watt's preface: We only see the second part half of our parents' lives - the downhill part. The golden years we have to piece together. It's hard to think of our parents as young - or maybe I mean young adults - when everything was stretched out in front of them and was possible. The versions of them we we see and judge everyday have been shaped by experiences they've had, but which we have never known: the times they were hurt; the days they won; the times they compromised. For much of it we were simply not there.
We need to read the things they will eventually throw away, to listen out for the offhand remark and the moments of lucidity. We might even learn something. About them. And ourselves.
I was so moved by this book that I got it into my head that I must contact Ben Watt: I know, I'll write him a letter. I'll tell him just how moving I found it and how well written it was. How well researched it was. How so many references struck a chord with me. And that I think he's brilliant and everything. In fact just how he describes in the book where, on a family holiday in 1971, Watt found himself staying in the same hotel as his hero, Peter Osgood. Watt went up to the Chelsea and England centre forward and told him how big a fan he was, about the replica Number Nine shirt he owned, the posters on his bedroom wall, how great his recent Cup Final diving header was. And everything. Osgood, non plussed, just looked down at him and said 'Oh, yeah?'
I may just send him a Tweet instead. 'Loved the book' it will probably say.
Labels:
Ben Watt,
Chelsea,
Football,
Peter Osgood,
Romany and Tom
Thursday, 14 May 2015
O brother, where art thou?
I read the news today (Oh, Boy) and was mildly alarmed to read that Liam Gallagher thinks he can 'get the band back together' without Noel. Hmmm: what Liam Gallagher is blissfully unaware of is that he's a Number Two. In the same way that Art Garfunkel is a Number Two. And John Oates.
Unlike Liam, I have a soft spot for his big brother. Noel is the brains behind the operation. Without Noel there isn't an Oasis. Without Noel it's just another Beady Eye. Or worse, a Beady Eye tribute band, And as any right minded individual will tell you, the best part of any Oasis gig was always in the interval when Liam and his cronies went to the bar for twenty minutes, leaving Noel out front sat on a stool playing his acoustic.
Unlike Liam, I have a soft spot for his big brother. Noel is the brains behind the operation. Without Noel there isn't an Oasis. Without Noel it's just another Beady Eye. Or worse, a Beady Eye tribute band, And as any right minded individual will tell you, the best part of any Oasis gig was always in the interval when Liam and his cronies went to the bar for twenty minutes, leaving Noel out front sat on a stool playing his acoustic.
Labels:
Liam Gallagher,
Noel Gallagher,
Oasis,
Oasis to reform
Sunday, 10 May 2015
A day at the seaside
Yesterday's trip to the seaside was a joy from start to finish. From the mug of builders tea in the railway station caff to the last beer 'for the road', we saw the sights and then some.
A wedding on the beach, beer with disturbing pumpclips, fright wigs, fish and chips, gulls from hell, telephone boxes that worked, a madly in love couple playing cards and road signs that, not to put too fine a point on it, look like kn*bs. A fun day out. Thanks to Posh Bird and Boss Man - our pacemakers for the day.
Wednesday, 6 May 2015
I'm looking for the wessel

If only he'd been Russian and couldn't pronounce his Vs.
Labels:
Mr. Chekov,
Nutters,
Star Trek,
Whitby
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
All that money and they live like pigs
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Trough not pictured |
They even predated the Now That's What I Call Music brand by releasing their own versions of the hits of the day. In 1974, just when you thought Paper Lace had scraped the bottom of the MOR barrel with Billy Don't Be A Hero, our two little piggies took it to market and then put it through their very own sausage machine.
Labels:
Animal Farm,
George Orwell,
Paper Lace,
Pinky & Perky
Saturday, 2 May 2015
I want to ride my bicycle (but not in lycra)
The lovely Heidi |


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