In the US, FIFA have just had corruption charges abruptly dropped by the DOJ.

That Peace Prize did the job, then.

I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the whole peace prize thing was a Trump suggestion.

I was just challenged for not using the already-hot water from a mixer tap to fill the kettle. I switched it to cold, let it run for a bit, then filled the kettle with cold water.

I know I’m right. But I don’t know why I’m right. All I know is that cold water goes in a kettle if you’re making tea. Always.

I get the feeling every aspect of tea making will have a thousand different opinions. So as I could do with a new hamper, I’d like to know yours.

Anyone had a look at this yet? For those that are unaware, Spotify gives an annual breakdown of your own personal 2025 of listening to music, audiobooks and podcasts. In my one, Alexei Sayle thanks me for listening to his autobiography and Rory Stewart and Alistair Campbell also seem to thank me personally for my custom.

My listening age is 61 (about right). My 16 year old twins are 30 and 61 – which they put down to musicals.

DJ and TV personality Pete Murray celebrates his 100th birthday today!

This made me wonder…is Vera Lynn the only charting act to have actually made it to the age of 100? I can’t think of anyone else. Even that grizzled old punk Charlie Harper is still “only” 81.

I read on Wikipedia that Pete’s voice is on a Barclay James Harvest live LP, so this might be the closest we get for a while until Cliff gets there in 2040.

https://star4cast.com/pete-murray-rock-n-rolling-to-100/

Soft Cell’s best Album – The Art of Falling Apart – is getting the spruce up it richly deserves by being reissued in multiple formats including a diamanté toaster, a deformed cuddly toy and word has it that the platter will be added to the periodic table when they have the next round of PT voting in Svalbard in the new year.

The album has a self-effacing title but the songs are strong and confident. Still sleazy, but less of the slap and tickle with a wink to the postman (?). The title track, Baby Doll, Loving You Hating Me and Where the Heart is are all top-drawer Soft Cell songs.

However the gold in them thar hills is the material you found on the 12 inches (missus, ooh I say! And so on). Martin – a quite literally diabolical song in the sense that the Devil is lurking in there, messing with poor old Mart. It’s a Mugs Game is another wonderful nugget – a teenager having an extremely angry and amusingly inarticulate rant about his lot in life. As a broody teenager at the time I very much related to the, erm, energy. And also a very brilliant » Continue Reading.

I heard her interview regarding her tax issues. She hasn’t got a portfolio of properties and she doesn’t funnel assets into a company based in the Cayman Islands. She doesn’t run a funds management company on the side or have multiple enigmatic board roles or take lucrative consulting jobs overseas. It sounds like a messy divorce-related arrangement and the complexity of it has landed her where she is now.

She should have been vigilant over the tax status of the legal arrangement she entered into. She can’t claim that she was bewildered by the process or claim that the legal advice was followed without her realising that she was taking full responsibility for the decisions made. Lots of people have complex family arrangements – the Deputy PM is and should be held to a very high standard in terms of their own tax affairs.

So she was right to resign.

This is not, however, in the same league as the kind of activities mentioned above that Conservative Ministers have been doing for years and years. The venom directed to her sounds like the celebratory crowing of people that believe Angela Rayner had no business being a senior politician » Continue Reading.

@fentonsteve revealed on the Rocky thread that he and his other half dressed as Renee (her) and Yvette (him) from Allo Allo and then they attempted to hitchhike to Paris! The English side was fine, immediately picked up – but there was no success on the French side, amazingly.

About 20 years ago I was in my late thirties and we were invited to a themed party where we were encouraged to dress as movie stars. I’m usually quite half-hearted with these things – but I had a really dumb idea and we went with it. Basically, Mrs BC and I came as Austin Powers and Marilyn Monroe. And we told people that this was what we were going to do.

Given that Austin Powers was my nickname already due to my London-ish accent & Austin being my actual name – and my wife can certainly carry off a convincing Marilyn, everyone assumed that this was what was on the cards.

I can tell you’re ahead of me here. We did a switcheroo, where I was Marilyn and SHE was Mr Powers. As you can imagine, the make up challenge was immense, so we » Continue Reading.

When do you go to bed, then?

Recently I’ve started to be a little less of a night owl and started to be in me scratcher by 11pm. Since the age of 16ish I have been a post-midnight wooden hill climber but going to bed an hour earlier has made me feel a bit more perky the next morning.

I know adult people that are in bed asleep by 9pm and I know I wouldn’t be able to do that.

As we’re all rock n rollers from way back, I sense we are largely creatures of the night. Or are we?

Trump out-twats himself at the FIFA Club World Cup. How? Well…it went like this. Chelsea deservedly won the trophy and the players are excitedly gathered to receive the trophy. They can’t wait to celebrate.

Trump presents the trophy with the slaphead FIFA head honcho (it’s quite big). At this point, the trophy should be handed to the team Captain who lifts the thing aloft and the team go bananas. The protocol is that the winning team enjoys this moment with each other. No hangers on, no sponsors, just the team.

But no. Trump lingers and *hangs around* with them, among them, celebrating as if he was one of them. They’re not exactly going to tell him fuck off, but I bet each and every one of those players wanted to.

The Ladybirds were mentioned on the Wordle thread and this got me thinking about fhe pop performers who always seemed to be around very successful acts of the day, but never seemed to enjoy their own day in the sun.

My own research* revealed that The Ladybirds were present and providing vocals to many big stars in the 60s and 70s and had several lineup changes over many years. They released records under their own name and although these didn’t trouble the scorers, in every other sense they were a band – a going concern – for a very long time.

So when is a pop group not a pop group? There are countless examples of bona fide pop acts who only sing other people’s songs, so we needn’t cock too much of a snook at the fact that they had no original material. They were a group. Just for starters, can any of us imagine Benny Hill’s “Ernie” without the female voices? The answer is no, I don’t think we can. I bet there are other examples. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they pop up in very unexpected places. They could have easily provided the do-do-dos » Continue Reading.

I now have just about everything available to me via Spotify for a very reasonable price. If we cast our minds back to the 80s, if someone asked you how much you would be prepared to pay for instant access to every piece of music ever recorded I’m sure most of us would have happily stumped up at least 10 quid a month forty years ago. It’s great.

And yet…there are things I used to do that I don’t do now and I miss it. As I’m driving or walking the dog I can’t fast forward within tracks of music to get to the bits I particularly like within a song. For example I like the last 90 seconds or so of U2’s Unforgettable Fire and I don’t need to hear the whole thing. In the days of cassettes and CDs I could FFWD to those bits.

Is it a settings thing? You can go forwards and back 15 seconds on podcasts – that would be fine.

Black Type’s excellent Kylie review made me think of the songs that I hear about from her that are not widely known but are fan favourites. BT mentions Padam Padam and I am also aware of one by hers called Your Disco Needs You! I’m sold by the title already.

In my sphere of popular music, I know that OMD have performed The Romance of the Telescope and flop single Telegraph due to fan demand. Also. Depeche Mode tend to close their shows with Never Let Me Down Again, which was not a big hit single for them – but it has become something that they must play every time. Its inclusion in The Last of Us series 1 gave it a boost too.

Pet Shop Boys concerts must feature Being Boring even though, by their standards at the time the single flopped.

It helps that these are all wonderful songs but I’m interested to learn of other under-the-radar flop singles and album tracks that the fans love but might have escaped wider attention.

According to this BBC article, bitcoin mining is something that requires a big building full of computers to do and fans to cool these machines down are really noisy.

I always thought bitcoin mining was an environmentally benign cyber-type thing but no, there are hundreds of actual mines and they are large, ugly and noisy.

Has anyone had their head turned by cryptocurrency? My strong instinct is to run away – fast. However, I was wondering if someone here could explain, as if to a toddler, why this requires such a large server resource in order to do it. I did a bit of reading and, I shit you not, it’s all about finding a “cryptographic nonce” – or ideally a “golden nonce”. This is Brass Eye territory.

It seems to be about finding a unique number/code and if you do that you release more bitcoin – and that somehow has monetary value.

I am given to understand that there are people getting rich on the back of this but my direct experience in the field of financial literacy, most people don’t understand interest rates and “normal” currency price fluctuations. I am talking about everyone here, including solicitors, high » Continue Reading.

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I have been in England for the last few weeks and loved it. Our travels took us to London, Liverpool, Bradford and Woking. A bit of a family history odyssey, if you will, as my NZ-born younger children had never had the pleasure of visiting Old Blighty. These are places I have lived in or, in the case of Bradford, been to a great deal because my parents came from there.

Can I shock you? It all went without a hitch. We organised everything online months ago from NZ and we used the rail network, buses and coaches to get to and from various places. All of these services were clean, on time, easy to use and cheerful efficiency was very much the order of the day. When my son left his phone on the National Express coach – only realising as the coach left Bradford – we followed the process and a man from their office in Runcorn couldn’t have been more helpful – making sure that it was waiting for us when we checked into the Premier Inn at Gatwick just before we came home again.

We rented flats and apartments in some places and stayed at several » Continue Reading.

For embarrassing reasons I don’t wish to discuss, I am hosting a guest who is quite the spoonophile. When he’s not talking about spoons, he’s on about other forms of cutlery and utensils. It’s going to be a long month!

So here’s a playlist of spoon and cutlery related music to keep him occupied. Surprisingly eclectic, don’t ya think?

Do you have any suggestions over what to add? Yes, yes, you SAY you have better things to do but I don’t believe you.

Paul Weller’s words in tribute to Rick Buckler, mentioned the early days in Woking and made me think of the old place. That’s where I grew up, y’know.

I was at a gathering a few months ago here in Auckland NZ and a young chap (by which I mean under 40) asked where I was from in England? I replied “Woking – it’s just outside London”. I always say that. His eyes widened and confirmed with some gusto that he knew exactly where Woking was and started to talk excitedly about Paul Weller and The Jam. He’s a big fan and one day he’d really like to go to Woking. It’s on his bucket list! I counselled him not to get too excited because there’s not a lot to it – but I was inwardly quite pleased that this person from the other side of the world views Woking as such a special place.

One of the many reasons I fell for Depeche Mode was the fact that they grew up in Basildon, a similarly unremarkable commuter town so I could identify with them. The Mode’s very good friends from The Cure hailed from another similar town again – » Continue Reading.