Great feature about about the feller who called himself ‘Jesus’ and seemed to be omnipresent at festivals and gigs in the 70s and 80s. He always had fruit to hand out, and was very generous with his plums.
Almost along the lines of ‘I heard this song that goes ‘Help! I need somebody..”: does anyone know what it’s called?’…. The ridiculously familiar intro music that plays for about 30 seconds on this clip, before Stiff Little Fingers start their set: what is it? I was thinking some war movie, but a search doesn’t throw anything up in that area. Thanking you *hangs head in shame*
The Leeds and Wales custodian of the onion bag departed today at the age of 71. Bundled over the goal line, ball still in hands, by thick-set Newcastle centre half John McNamee in one of the first games I attended, and trigger for a Kop rendition of ‘Careless Hands’ when he threw the Casey into his own net, he was, nonetheless, a quality stopper of shots. When it comes to Leeds keepers, though, it’s David Harvey who always raises a smile, mainly because of this glorious day for the team I actually followed… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6bYIy4deD0
I’ve two tickets for the above gig, Block 106 Row C, seats 190 and 191. Sadly, I can’t go, so they’re available for their face value, £80 apiece. Contact me via PM or below if interested. Ta.
Just days after the Shoegaze compilation, along comes a new ‘un from the sort of stalwarts of that scene. Nothing to do with the shop selling soapy sherbet, everything to do with a particular order of chords. I think it’s lovely (and I hope the link to the video’s worked)
Perhaps because TV is no longer (just) broadcast via TV sets, this seems to me to be a l’age d’or for the medium. So far this year, I’ve spent hours enjoying Broadchurch, Better Caul Saul, Bitter Lake (Adam Curtis’s doc about the rise of fundamentalist islamism), and most recently, the hugely impressive Cucumber. House Of Cards season 3 is imminent. And all without having to rush home, or check that the recorder is set. Anyone else agree re the goggle box (actually a computer in my case)?
Apologies for the novella length, but here goes…. On monday morning this week, my i-phone had no signal, so I went along to the ee shop where it was purchased, to see what was up. They reckoned it must be a faulty sim card, so they put in a new one, got it up and running, and I left the shop. A few yards from the shop, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognise, saying ‘Hey’. I didn’t respond. The same message also appeared on whatsapp, and again, I didn’t respond. This morning (wednesday), I received ten texts in a row from my bank, all the same, informing me that ‘your requested telephone banking security number will be sent shortly’. I’ve never done telephone banking, so I rang the fraud department at the bank. They informed me that I’d have to take my passport to a branch of the bank to verify my identity, and that they’d blocked the account because a questionable transaction had been attempted two days previously – they’d sent me a letter which hadn’t yet arrived. They could tell me nothing more over the phone. I was in the bank branch for over » Continue Reading.
Three episodes in, and BCS, the sidebar prequel to Breaking Bad has become my tuesday night must-see show. Unlike other spin-offs – um, Tucker’s Luck, Joanie Loves Chachi – the quality’s there, and I’m eager to see how Jim becomes Saul Goodman. Lovely use of long-shots, especially in episode two when our hero was waiting for a pay phone call. My post-BB methadone, incidentally came in the form of Dexter, Misfits and Utopia (which also did a very good long-shot, though they tended to culminate in people being shot in the head). Anyone else enjoying BCS?