Undone

This evening should have seen me been putting the finishing touches to April's Photo Challenge. I say should: all contributions were in (and there's some doozies, believe me), text imported, leaving just my non-scripted bon mots to add and away we go - PUBLISH. Ooh, what's that bit of text doing there? No worries, move it. No, delete it. Undo. Nothing happening. Try again. Undo. Still not doing it. Undo. Oh no.

Do you really need me to tell you what happened next? Every blogger's worst nightmare: EVERYTHING DISAPPEARED. One minute it was there...

Anyway, all this is by way of preamble to letting you know PC will be (at least) a couple of days late. And apologies to Alyson in The Highlands and Walter in Germany and anyone else who would have heard the word FUCK! coming from my office both loudly and repeatedly; such was the sheer volume of my cussing. I was not a happy chappy. 

I feel I'm in need of a potter's wheel moment. So, here are some pictures I took on Saturday morning in Hull. The famous Anlaby Road flats.  

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L24

It won't have escaped your notice that Paul McCartney is on the cusp of releasing a new solo album (his 18th, if you're still counting). It's called The Boys of Dungeon Lane - to be found in the environs of Speke, Liverpool L24 - another soon to be destination hotspot when you climb aboard the Beatles bus tour around the city. Or as we did a few years back in a Tuk Tuk.

 

Will it be any good, I hear you ask? To be honest with you I think the time for ranking Macca's solo output has probably long passed. He has sporadic moments of late career genius, for sure (I think I alluded to it here - probably around the time when me and countless others were hoping he'd call time on his seven decade musical journey). But he's not showing signs of pulling stumps anytime soon. They'll be carrying him off the stage feet first.

Cookin'

I've always loved cooking. In fact my first website in the late 1990s (Geocities, anyone?) was given over to recipes that were floating my boat at the time. And it was around that time I wrote a piece for Delicious magazine that combined food & drink, and music. Always a heady mix.

It was also a period when I immersed myself in Saturday morning TV cookery shows. I couldn't get enough of 'em. Having been brought up on The Galloping Gourmet, Floyd and Delia there was, thanks to Oliver, Rhodes et al, a new gang in town. I even invested in all the spin-off books that came out on their coattails not least everything that the enchanting Rachel Allen lent her name to. Add to those all the pre-loved tomes I was snapping up in secondhand bookshops and I'd amassed quite the culinary library - including Len Deighton's fabulous Action Cook Book from 1965. God bless you, Len.

An extract from the foreword: Four hectic years ago Len Deighton began his cookstrips in the London Observer and serious cooking enthusiasts seized upon them without being sure that this was the same man who spoke over Soviet radio, talked with Hollywood lawyers and wrote the sort of spy thrillers that had to be submitted to the War Office before publication. It is.

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Before I sign off, I can't not mention my favourite cookery show theme. It comes from an era when cookery programmes were very proper, very correct. And, for the most part, very dull. Farmhouse Kitchen, made by Yorkshire Television, was stultifyingly dull. It first aired in 1971 and was presented by Dorothy Sleightholme. Suffice it to say she was no Fanny Craddock. But the show's 40 second musical ident was something else altogether. I came to know it from the Loungecore revolution of the mid 90s. Maybe you did too...

Reg Wale - Fruity Flutes

Reg Wale (1906-1998)

Dorothy Sleightholme (1915-1983)

Len Deighton (1929-2026)

Tea time

I can count the number of songs about superheroes from Barnsley written and performed by folk musicians from Barnsley on the fingers of one finger. Likewise such a song being covered by a children's choir also hailing from said South Yorkshire town. Step forward then Kate Rusby, for it is she, and the BYC Junior Choir (4-7 year olds) who sing their hearts out in this fabulous ode to a Yorkshire Tea drinking titan.

Kate Rusby - Big Brave Bill (2016) 

 

Not just a great cover version, check out too the kids' marvellous costumes & actions. And shameless product placement!

Um Bongo

It wasn't till I trawled through my back pages that I discovered the last time I saw Kid Congo was way back in 2010. Yet seeing him again on Saturday night it was like he'd just walked back in the room after, I don't know, making a phone call. OK, maybe he was a bit greyer and, yes, sporting a few more lines around his eyes (perhaps it was a longer than average phone call) but he was still Kid* Congo. And still as urbane as ever. Still as punchy. And just as tight as he ever was. His disciples had turned up in their droves to see one of his all too infrequent UK appearances at Nottingham's legendary Boat Club and they weren't disappointed. Oh, and he was wearing a rather fetching jacket**. Here he is from a few years back over at Seattle's KEXP.

Kid Congo Powers & The Pink Monkey Birds - Live on KEXP (2014)

 

* Maybe that's the thing about Kids; isn't Kid Jensen still a Kid despite his advancing years on whatever Smashie & Nicey classic station he's currently at the helm of? 

** About that jacket - here it is in colour.