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Even on the dullest wettest morning this mural at the Pioneer club in St Albans (where the band rehearsed as teenagers)never fails to cheer me up

Nice interview with a cider legend: Denis Gwatkin ciderchat.com/podcast/518-...

Pumpkins are awful. Huge.

Shout out to Robert plant Alison Krauss album too, just perfect

Went to see Dexys on Friday night. Rowland still doing it at 73

Oliveiros, Riley, Radigue - all just kept chasing that perfect tone. SADE ffs. But this only works for people who know what they're doing and want to keep doing it, mind. Bowie took his eye off the ball, then thankfully remembered again. Slayer, Metallica missed the Maiden memo and fucked it.

(Anthrax, funnily enough, just kept on keeping on and are still wonderful)

Real fucking craft. Two of the best performances I have EVER seen were Jimmy Cliff and Ernest Ranglin, both at the time in their sixties. Francois Kerorkian remains in the absolute god league of DJs in his seventies.

have to face that I am this guy

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJWF... 'Under the arc of weather stain boards Ancient goblins and warlords Come out of the ground, not making a sound The smell of death is all around...'

Erik Davis's occasional, information-rich newsletter includes mention of a documentary I'll have to watch out for. THE ETHER SHIP (2025), directed by Greg Mallozi. letterboxd.com/film/the-eth...

Grilled tomatoes are amazing, aren't they? The most Mediterranean ingredient made to taste more English than should even be possible.

‘A life without butter. It is…not a life’

Budgens is the invisible supermarket. They don’t even need to advertise it. They know how good they are. It’s unbelievable. Go.

Every year the same. Clocks go back - *time itself* manipulated- ‘for farmer’. And every year the farmer next door stays in bed. Luxuriating in slumber; delighting in nod; feasting on lethargy. His fields? Fallow. His livestock unattended; his fine machines rusting. RISE MAN! Sew, gather *make hay*

Gamesmaster was utterly mad, wasn’t it? Brilliant. ‘You’ve made a fundamental mistake. Mario *cannot* ascend the platform without first…’ etc Sir Patrick Moore etc

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I *love* Swiss Cottage. Insanely, thrillingly- almost erotically- boring.

A pint of Fuller’s ESB (Bruce Dickinson’s all time favourite beer, pop pickers) at The Parcel Yard. One of the greatest London station pubs and certainly my favourite station pub. #kingscross #ironmaiden

Seriously Partridge night last night. Drove my eldest to a party in Diss. No point driving back home as over an hour away and by the time I get back I’d need to turn around. Solitary curry. sheer 1987 in every regard. Lamb tikka vindaloo; saag; keema naan. Only customer. Sideways rain

If ‘Charlie Bingham’ was called CHARLES BINGHAM it would have to be game pie instead of fish pie. And he’d have to get rid of the branding and have something like ‘CHARLES BINGHAM - AT THE CENTRE OF YOUR TABLE’ or something Probably wouldn’t do as well though.

documentaries about prison gangs.

Happening Again #70 out now! With words on Gloomy Reflections (thank you @harrysword.bsky.social), @warringtonruncorn.com, and The Avalanches. Another reminder that the @moonbuilding.bsky.social Label Market + Live Sessions is just over a week away!

An all time fave. ‘He didn’t learn it in Leicester!’

Suddenly remembered the existence of Kemp Folds kempfolds.blogspot.com

Or admitted to ‘Casualty’ after accidentally burning down the house he robbed. But the old lady who he left is just a few cubicles down, and that Charlie bloke’s suspicions are aroused. 😅

Lovely stuff. The master. www.youtube.com/watch?v=cY9O...

The one on the right looks like something from a 1994 standalone Bill episode. Scottish. Questioned by Tosh Lines. ‘Maybe I did… maybe I *didnae*…I cannae remember *theatrical yawn* etc

‘…..*order Mike Rutherford’s 2015 autobiography ‘The Living Years’ for next day delivery*…’

I can't actually imagine you eating a vegetable.

‘Pumpkin farms’ are such a ludicrous rip off. Pay some mad farmer in Swaffham or Diss seventy pounds to scatter supermarket pumpkins over a muddy field that your kids pick up in the howling wind. Pay the farmer

[1977] Good Afternoon - Mavis Nicholson speaks to writer and novelist J. G. Ballard. He speaks about his style of writing and how he is not ashamed to be known as a sci-fi writer, he also speaks about his time in a Japanese internment camp. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzoXzL5EP8E

Cabaret Voltaire performing Just Fascination on Switch in 1983

Not enough films start with an oily man banging a big gong these days.

Geese crossing the road, fens.

Please, just once in my life can I hear someone gravely speak of someone else by saying "they've had a menty b"/"they've suffered a menty b"

For your Sunday evening reading pleasure - it’s the 55th anniversary of THE FRENCH CONNECTION. But rather than another post about Friedkin's effort, my latest Substack post is on another aspect of the film - the story of the real French Connection. andrewnette.substack.com/p/the-real-f...

Yes, they are. And it’s absolutely appalling.