I propose to spend most of today looking around corners at things in the office and grimly muttering “Daleks!”
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I propose to spend most of today looking around corners at things in the office and grimly muttering “Daleks!”
What this immediately inspired me to do was to dig out Not Superstitious and put it on at neighbour-terrifying volume.
My collection of the novels of David Nobbs, mostly now in hardback where available apart from A Piece of the Sky is Missing (hard to find in hardback) and the 70s Perrin books (represented by the hardback omnibus because the first two are ruinously expensive and the third falls apart when you look at it).
Although deranged second hand book owning is great, so swings and roundabouts I suppose.
The second side of Singles Going Steady is better than most bands’ compilations.
Late vote for McLaren, even though I think Lukewarm and Warren appeared more often.
I feel therefore I am.
Quite. At least be invested enough to be a confederate.
The trick with Stephenson is giving up on them at roughly the point he does.
It's 41 years to the day since the big sound clash where Jammy debuted Wayne Smith's 'Under Mi Sleng Teng didn't happen
If you've never read it, here's @thequietus.com piece I wrote for the 40th anniversary of it not happening last year thequietus.com/opinion-and-...
That's a great thing to know, thanks for telling me. I was (and am) a big fan. It's rotten to think we were the same age (born two weeks apart I think).
I am now obliged by convention to listen to Pumpkin Belly.
I wouldn’t have been surprised to see it turn up in a January pre chart but I couldn’t find one. The Quietus piece was just as great the second time reading it.
If it had happened, it would have required a whole bunch of people to have invented time travel and kept very quiet about it.
Party time.
No cheating, your last saved picture of a celebrity is your therapist.
My corresponding list consists of ‘Custom Machine’ from Little Deuce Coupe about twenty times in a row, which always improves my mood no end.
It’s impressive that Andrew Mountbatten (carefully distinguishing him from other, blameless, Andrews) has manifested such Olympian repulsiveness that even the most contrary of contrarians won’t come out for him.
Hartman’s recollection re Lush Life, from the Ashley Kahn book.
Capt. W.E. Johns
I'm now watching television in chronological order and am still only up to early 1966.
Sandbrook is wrong about this, as about many things, in a bush league can’t be arsed kind of way, but can never aspire to the glorious wrongness of A.N. Wilson’s “The Beatles were pretentious and bad, unlike super-authentic minstrel show project the Rolling Stones” in Our Times.
Only a very little.
In metric terms that would probably be a picopenis.
I didn’t know until just now that Coltrane and Hartman only decided to do Lush Life on their way to record in New Jersey when they heard Nat King Cole singing it on the radio.
Original poster for Yasujirō Ozu film Tokyo story, but with the main characters replaced by Buzz Lightyear and Woody from Toy Story
That’s what I always ask myself when I watch Recently Deceased Newspaper Tycoon Story.
We should say this.
This is an interesting juxtaposition. Edge of Darkness and Tokyo Story might be the two (filmed) things I'm most conscious of never wanting to become over-familiar with, or to lose the sense of them being so much more than what they're ostensibly about.
PAL-ən-teer.
The unaired 1963 documentary was A Boy Named Charlie Brown. The work Guaraldi did for it, including Linus and Lucy, appeared on a 1964 LP on Fantasy. It was also the b-side on a single release of Oh, Good Grief, which seems extraordinarily disrespectful to a great work of art but there we are.