Mwah #notdead
Mwah #notdead
Right? Didn't they also invent the term "jobsworth"? As well?
#overtoyou......Cyril
Remember that dog off "That's Life" that they got to say "sausages"? Every time I hear that yam-titted orange toddler-buggering warmonger try to say "United States" I'm reminded of that dog.
I never watched a second of it, but wasn't there a character called Don Draper in the show "Mad Men"?
Surely that's worth a bunch of hipster coffee shop sniggers?
Microwave ovens an' beer an' tabs an' handbags an' that
Lol he was very bleazante. Geordie though. Geordies are always good crack
Did you know I was the first person on planet earth to speak to Mark Knopfler (the lead singer of dire straits) in 1986? Yes I was.
Acht, not Neil Sedaka? FTS man. That's darkened the mood. I mean on top of all the rest of the pish we've seen unfold today? This is "can't have nice things" writ large.
..but lightning in a bottle? Seems not, as they did it again. I've never seen a pit like it, or seen as much crowd-surfing (including my two).
Don't know what it is, but can't wait to see them try for a third next time.
Last evening the leetels and I went off to the Weedge again to see Psychedelic Porn Crumpets again.
There seems to be something about that band, that venue, that crowd that just seems to line up to blow the roof off the venue.
We were there a couple of years ago, and I thought *that* was legendary
Listening to DJ Vadim just now. It's dreich and darkening outside my window, so just the time for a spot of moody turntablism. "Theme from Conquest of the Irrational" from Ninja Tune's classic Funkungfusion compilation if you're interested.
ThomasiΓ±a?
Just back from the weedge after watching Die Spitz tear King Tut's Wah Wah Hut several new arseholes. That was a *brilliant* gig.
Happy birthday, nonce. #clink #armitageshanks #quickburnsah?
40 years ago today I was watching Ratt and Ozzy Osbourne at the Playhouse in Edinburgh. And they were both barry. Sharon pelted Ozzy with haggis at the end of the show.
"Fook off Sharrinn, thawse theengs are fookin' 'ard!!"
Big Ange. That is all. And fuck the rest of them.
Is tc starmer gone yet? Why isn't tc starmer gone yet? I can't believe tc starmer is still not gone yet.
And you wes streeting - you can fuck off with the rest of your sleekit cadre of milksnatching clones. When I am king you'll *ALL* be first against the wall.
Sorry for the language, but these do get a fellow jolly batey.
And you too starmer. Don't let the door bash you on the arse on the way out you wheasely dirty tory arsehole.
Fuck you morgan mcsweeney you little ginger quisling son-of-a-milksnatcher rat-fuck bastard.
Am fear nach gèill na h-airm 'n am sìth, cha bhi iad aige 'n am cogaidh
I wrote this song on Saturday, recorded it yesterday and released it to you today in response to the state terror being visited on the city of Minneapolis. Itβs dedicated to the people of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good.
Stay free
Monty and I deliberately put off watching "Sinners" until last evening. How apposite then that I should read today of its historic litany of nominations. Last year gave us some exceptional horror movies. This one certainly shone brightly enough to warrant the accolades. I hope it sweeps the awards.
34 years sober today. Well, alcohol-free.
Katie Jane Garside Ruby Throat vinyl
I'm also lucky enough to have this big pile of Katie Jane Garside/Ruby Throat fabulousness to keep me company today too. Perhaps I'll give you my thoughts on that too later. Maybe I won't though.