@23daves
"I don't mean half the things I say/ So just ignore the half that you don't like" All views expressed are personal, not those of my employer. Writer of "Everybody's Number 1 to Someone", about NME Indie Chart toppers: https://indienumber1s.blogspot.com
So glad this one popped up on random play last week. I'd forgotten how great it was - possibly the most furious and demented song to ever quote Lenny Henry's chef character.
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Oddly enough, my dog woke me up howling in her sleep last night, but in my dream it was a siren.
It's, alas, telling how often the flip from "relatively normie political operator" to "guy spouting lines out of Mein Kampf" runs through "accusations of sex crimes"
It's always the way. Impossible situations dominate at the moment.
The Chart Show Rewired should be getting a lot more views than it is
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An absolute ton of effort is going into that channel, and its barely hitting three figures for viewings.
Fascinating in that whoever is running it doesn't always make obvious choices, either - some of the 1984 shows dig deep to find records I'd almost entirely forgotten about.
Final episode of #SmallProphets. Blimey, I know you all warned me about his neighbour's kitchen, but I wasn't prepared for something so grey, sparkling yet spartan. Clearly a keen observer of the Big Dog "no shit on the counters" rule (Curb Your Enthusiasm reference).
Said this before, but Arthur Askey's first TV appearance was on Baird's experimental transmissions and his last was on Channel Four
Granada triangle n. Mysterious temporal vortex entered when channel-hopping vintage telly in the depth of the listings, leaving you unsure whether it's 1984, 1992 or teatime at your nan's. 'Where've you been, dad? You've aged thirty years and grown a long white beard!' 'I've been trapped watching old episodes of Telford's Change in the Granada triangle.'
One for us lot from Viz.
An absolute pearl.
A reminder that Nigel Farage, Kemi Badenoch and the entire Conservative-supporting press have spent the past week lambasting Keir Starmer for not joining the Iran war.
Here's what has happened since then to public opinion
(I'm always tempted to imagine how respected REM would have been if they'd just stopped after "Monster", but again... they probably would have been eclipsed by Nirvana anyway. They just don't "define an era" in quite the same way).
There's always the idea that if the band had stopped after album four, they'd be as highly regarded as The Beatles/ Velvet Underground/ whoever, but it's totally impossible to quantify. Their continued presence may actually be the only thing that's keeping the flame alive.
I never did get to ask my Nan how easy it was to walk away from it once she was grown up and knew she could. People were a lot more judgemental then. But she was far from the only family member or friend to give the Catholic Church the old heave-ho.
My Nan abandoned religion after she was savagely beaten by Nuns at her Catholic School, unable to deal with the hypocrisy and obvious contradictions.
She passed her atheism down through the family and most of us only saw the inside of churches for weddings and funerals. Clever marketing move, nuns.
It's essentially the same article Blue Labour members have been writing for the last 20 years - I could have got the gist of it from Wikipedia.
At this stage, their job is not to reiterate what they believe in, which I'd imagine Labour members know by now, but to come up with a fresh perspective.
The Jimmy Carr story I always think of is when he was ruining someone’s gig years ago while workshopping his laugh to get presenting gigs & got told to stop from the stage because “I don’t come to your shows and laugh”
I'm just having the UK comprehensive school system Yanksplained to me on Reddit.
"Nobody leaves school at 16!"
"ARE YOU SURE, THOUGH?"
Christ on a bike, sit down and SHUT UP.
Happy birthday John Cale. We’re glad you’re still with us ❤️
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I've just realised for the first time that one of the chorus-to-verse brass riffs from Primal Scream's "Rocks" sounds as if it could conceivably lead into one from Dennis Waterman's "I Could Be So Good For You". If only I still DJ'ed.
So I think the biggest outbound link from my blog now is not to a video, or a link to a streaming site, or a band's website, but to an Instagram picture of Zooey Deschanel holding a vinyl copy of the C86 album.
I knew it.
Trump's decision to bomb Iran is now the greatest windfall to the Russian war effort on record. If it continues, it might save the Russian war economy.
Laughed at Limmy recently when he said what made him angriest was his neighbours walking off with his recycling bin and using it. "What a sad man," I thought.
Then it happened this week. With my clearly numbered bin. And my neighbour even binned a rotten old doormat in it. RAGING, I tell you.
Given that you can still get boxes of chocolates which are pure rubbish and always were (Roses, Milk Tray) I'm slightly surprised Weekend drifted off the market.
God they were good. I used to ask for boxes of them for Easter. "Are you sure?!"
I first saw an Irish Car Bomb cocktail on a menu in Germany, and I was so stunned I took a photo thinking it was just something tasteless that particular bar had done.
I've not heard it, but I'm aware of their singer's departure and the change of approach. An odd business all round.
I've said it before, but it's the raging certainty I can't understand. I'm not the kind of person who could wake up tomorrow and suddenly be absolutely, ragingly certain that there's a mass UFO cover-up going on. There will always be at least a slither of doubt, the ability to accept I may be wrong.
Very hard to say if these people are doing it for cash or just because they've lost the plot, though. I mean, my neighbour isn't doing it for cash, and nor are a couple of my writer friends who have "gone a bit Icke in their old age". Some people seem to get even deeper in the more you push back.
