Haa ha hahahahahaha. Squirm and sweat you bastard.
Haa ha hahahahahaha. Squirm and sweat you bastard.
Those bigot maniacs in the DUP are the tail wagging a democracy of 60+million people, the vast majority of whom hate their fucking guts. The country has gone to the orange dogs.
….everyone is getting ready for the forthcoming visit.
Personally, I hope it all goes really well, with a great outcome for everyone in the free world.
Am I missing something on the telly?
Go on then, you clever lot, where does that come from?
*sad low whistling sound*
One of the greats. Say hello to the soup dragon old chum.
As you were.
I’ve been working in central Bristol these last few months, and unfortunately for my wallet, the office is less than five minutes’ stroll from the wonders of Fopp. As my CD collection has inexorably grown over the months, I’ve come to know something of the chap who flogs The Big Issue outside the Lord Mayor’s Chapel, which is right next door to Fopp.
Most days we have a chat, and we often chin-wag for some time if the weather allows. He’s a cheery fella, and I’ve learned that he does a lot for the homeless community in Bristol. He and a mate have plans for later this summer; they are going to walk about 1100 miles (that’s 2.2 Proclaimers) from Lands End to John O’Groats. No mean feat. I asked Garry what the funds raised would pay for, he thought a few moments, and said, “Well, the last time we did a walk (this is the Big One – they’ve done two shorter walks before) we raised enough to pay for about 65 Birth Certificates.”.
It took a few seconds for the penny to drop. This huge effort is designed to pay, amongst other things, for identity papers for » Continue Reading.
There I was in Brighton last Thursday (4 May 18) and, as is my wont, I carved out some time to visit Resident Records, a favourite shop and a wonderful place to while away an hour or two. I spent a few quid (The Unthanks and St Vincent, since you ask) and asked to buy the new Gaz Coombes album, World’s Strongest Man. (I very much enjoyed Matador and was looking forwards to hearing the follow-up.)
The release date for the album was set for the following day, Friday 5 May – and, as you might have already surmised, the good people of Resident Records refused to sell me a copy. So, there I was with money in my hand ready to buy something, and the aforementioned something was in the vicinity ready to be sold… except we all had to wait another day. By which time I wouldn’t be in Brighton and so, probably, I’ll end up buying online from some faceless Bot.
Anyway, I doubt that this is the first thread on the subject of release dates but I needed to rant.
Thank you. Mr Rant has left the building…
Seriously, who gives a flying fart about snooker any more? It was fine in the 80s, on a fat cathode ray tube when it was raining all the time and the only thing on the radio was the feckin’ Smiths, but these days? Really? All damn evening FFS? Two ugly blokes I’ve never heard of, who probably haven’t got a single Magma album between them (or even know who they are) potting reds and sweating profusely? Give me a break. On the other hand, don’t. Roll on Springwatch.
Now’s your chance to take the current when it serves, if you have a mind to watch the National Theatre Live production of the Shake’s ‘Julius Caesar’, this Thursday evening, April 26th, at 7 p.m. in the Vue cinema, at Longwell Green on the outskirts of Bristol.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, my buddy who was coming to see this with me can no longer attend. So we have a spare VIP seat ticket for Thursday night’s perfomance going spare. Drop me a line if you’d like to take it.
Show starts at 7 sharp, and you’d get a withering glance if you turned up late and shuffled in apologetically, but there’s no need to worry, as I’ll be taking my seat at 7 sharp with or without passing on the spare, so you must be there on time!
Hi Afterworders, Are any of you trying to get to grips with the impact of GDBR the new Data Protection legislation? I suppose this lovely site is classed as a Social Media site. I hope none of your profiles ever become the subject of a data protection issue (unlikely I know). I won’t be sharing where I work however…. C42Blue
We’re off to the pub with mates tomorrow night, and I’ve got tickets for Tull on Monday night, so a quiet Friday evening sounds like a plan. It’s chicken tikka masala, veggie samosas, garlic & coriander poppadums, pilau rice, several bottles (I’ve already had the first) of St. Austell’s fabulous ‘Proper Job’, and a couple of episodes – at least – of ‘Father Ted’ from the spiffo boxed set. We are on to episode 4 now on our, ooh, probably fifth run through.
Whatcha up to yerselves tonight?
Collating the results of our recent swapathon is good for snarky chuckles and sage-like nods of the head, comparing each others’ reactions when hearing our various anonymized mix tapes.
The experience would be complete were it not for the various missing parts of the story, as follows:
PM them to me folks and I’ll bung ’em in the spreadsheet toot sweet.
Reviews are still AWOL as follows:
@pizon-bros reviews of wheldrake’s effort. @geacher – reviews of the carl and Wilson-Wilson CDs @carl – reviews of the geacher, happy-harry and Wilson-Wilson comps @Wilson-Wilson – commentary on geacher’s CD
The eagle-eyed will have spotted that a disproportionate level of late homework is attributable to the bad boys group of four, who are hereby given detentions every Saturday afternoon until they jolly well hand in their late replies, and show their workings.
Well, there I was, sipping my facking flat woite and wondering what nosh to scoff fer me lunch, when I accidentally took a gander at the BBC News live feed. There’s old Sir John, innit, and he’s off on one, good and proper, and boy is he talking some sense about this Brixit malarkey. Puts old Tony to shame, he does, what wiv ‘is generous diplomacy and all. No gurning, no Joker smiles. None ‘o that. Not ‘avin’ a bash at anyone by name mind you, the cheeky chap, (we know ‘oo the bastards are anyway, duntwe?) but laying it right on the line. Facts and figures, innit? Gonna be a lot of silly muppets ‘avin’ an ‘ard time if we stiffs this exit up. ‘ad to be said by someone, and I spose we coulda thort it would be ‘im; Mister Maastricht an’ all. Luvaduck, no wonder ol’ Edwina ‘ad the ‘ots for ‘im, bless ‘er, ‘cos he’s a proper operator is Sir John. Love it!
I miss our former contributor ‘myamericanmate’ at the moment. I keep wanting to despondently shake my head at, er, I mean, discuss the rampant dysfunctionality of so many citizens of the United States, as they descend inexorably into an even deeper pool of foetid stupidity than the one that the country that I call home seems to have its sat-nav set for. The latest retrograde neanderthal to raise his skinny little fist and bang the table in rage is the moron in charge of the N.R.A. But he’s just the most recent in a long line of rabble-rousing bigots who wilfully exploit a constitutional law that belongs where it came from; the late eighteenth century. Some sort of seismic change might be looking more like a possibility, maybe if young Americans really get the bit between their teeth and start kicking off?
Stepping away from my rant-box, what do the rest of us think? Is the U.S. heading for a violent internal political upheaval? Will it all blow over and we’ll slip back to Illuminati control; anodyne politics that placates the American Gothic mid-west and shakes its head at the commies on the East Coast and those dippy Californians? Can » Continue Reading.
Madame Vulpes will be accompanying me to see Spiro, Leveret & Three Cane Whale in a folktastic acoustic triple-header at St. Georges in Bristol on Sunday 4th March. This is something to celebrate, as this promises to be a humdinger gig; it’s damn near sold out, so I’m not the only one who thinks so. In fact, I’ve been so excited at the prospect that I’ve accidentally bought twice as many tickets as I need, due to profound inattention to detail and congenital stupidity. So…..
If any pair of Afterworders would like to take the 2 spares, they are yours for the asking. Just give me a shout and we’ll hand ’em over outside the gig on the night, or I’ll post ’em to you ahead of time if you like.
Have no fear, you’ll be sitting a fair way from where we will, so there’s no need to be anxious about musky Vulpine pongs or fleas and that.
Your favourite no-nonsense, rock-n-roll, 3 minutes max, get off your arse, CHOOOON please folks.
Hugh Masekela: Welcome to South Africa is on BBC Four this evening at 8.
This is a repeat of his 70th birthday reflections first broadcast in 2010. “The programme also features performances from his 70th birthday concert at the Barbican in London in December 2009, where he was joined by the London Symphony Orchestra, their Community Choir and guest South African singers.” Highly recommended.
Anyone interested (Junior?) who’s not seen this, or who can’t get the Beeb, drop me a line after the show.
Thirty five years ago (ye Gods) I was most of the way through my PGCE year. Bristol used to host a brilliant free festival each summer at the Ashton Court estate on the outskirts of town, just over the famous suspension bridge. That year the weather was really kind to the festival, and I’d spent most of the day wandering about, meeting friends and generally chilling out. I bumped into a pal from Bristol University, an overseas student from South Africa, and when I caught up with him he was very keen to drag me to the remote stage up in the far corner of the festival site; “You must come and see this guy play, he’s brilliant!”. “What’s he called?” “Hugh Masekela!, Hugh Masekela is playing here this afternoon! Can you believe it!” Evidently very excited about seeing this Hugh guy, I went along with Andrew to see what the fuss was about. The Hugh guy’s name meant nothing to me at the time, though I had already amassed a fair collection of other African music, a scattering from the first wave of what shortly became referred to as “World Music” by record shops who hadn’t a clue where » Continue Reading.
How awful to hear that Dolores O’Riordan has died, and so young. Best wishes to all of her family and friends. I thought she had a wonderful, world class voice.
I often find myself watching and enjoying a movie, but thinking they could have cut 15-30 minutes out.
So let’s hear it for the opposite. Movies you wish would have lasted longer.
I read that the UK Home Office is considering the possibility of using volunteers to man some UK external border posts in the future, and I’m very keen to get involved, providing I can impose my own rules on who gets in and who gets out. 2018 could turn out to be great year after all!
As far as entering the UK is concerned, anyone not adoring reggae recorded between 1974 & 1982 can stay out for good, and anyone not in thrall to the delights of ‘ver Dan can also do one. In the outbound direction, anyone who voted “Leave” will be welcome to do so, as soon as possible, on the understanding that they forgo their enfranchisement before they fork awf, and also that they will on no account ever be let back in. Results!
What are you particularly looking forward to doing/seeing/hearing/experiencing next year?
Leave the Club, keep the membership rights, pay a one-off special membership fee of stupendous proportions but without the normal rebate and return on investment, have no say in Club Rules any more, yet be obliged to follow them (as dictated largely by the Germans and the French). You gotta hand it to those Leavers, it’s a stone classic genius move.
If you like the folk imaginings of Lau, and you can get to central Bristol tomorrow between about 7:30 am and 4:00 pm, I have two £20 tickets here that you are welcome to have.
For various reasons, we can no longer make the gig (boo, hiss) but it would be a shame to waste them.
A small donation to a charity of your choice would be a good way to say “Thanks” to the Gods of Buckshee Gig Going, but I’ll leave that up to you.
PM me here this evening if you can, or failing that you might get through in the morning the same way.