There was an ‘Evening with…’ Vic Godard sort of thing recently in Brighton, and frankly I’d have tossed my hat to the rafters if VG had vanished, or better still, never appeared.

It’s The Guardian, and it’s what they (increasingly) do. I’ve a hunch that a good many of those who’ve subscribed to the paper have done so because they don’t want to lose such a fine source of righteous student nonsense.

Oh man, that’s good. The first one would be the age Stewpot’s future wife was when he met her.

Bloody hell, Stewpot really didn’t like kids, did he? Insert joke ending ‘apart from his future wife’

I’m assuming that the two gents who claim that they actually wrote the songs are Dirk and Stig.

Luke Haines at The Railway Club in Brighton, a couple of years ago. Haines was doing an acoustic tour, songs and readings from his autobiogs. Quite why this venue – a bar for railworkers -was picked, lawd knows. […]

Alanis Morrisette is no doubt reaching for her pen, given that AA Gill’s very own messy divorce was from Amber Rudd.

And then, from around the same time, there was The Jim Rose circus. The bar at the venue where I saw them didn’t sell a single pint of beer after the show, I suspect.

First band I ever saw live (1979, Dunelm House in Durham), and usually I’d be seeing them next month in Brighton, at Concorde 2, except they’re not playing here this year. May have to go up London. In recent years […]

I actually do have a hammer, so that buggers up that one.

You bet. And I saw Phil Oakey round his house, chatting with his mum not so long ago.

My dad’s brother’s lad is a Born Again Christian. We call him Kev.

The Stranglers – Nice In Neath

Diva really does seem to have vanished from lists/appraisals etc. I love(d) it, and remember getting riled when Alex Cox, maker of some true stinkers, introduced it on his Videodrome slot with utter scorn. That in […]

Silences area so important in the process of truly connecting with another, as opposed to monologue followed by monologue (which social media seems to be to this codger). Bill Yeats hit the n on the h:

We can […]

Thirded, Hurrah! And they did a more than decent, if overwrought, pair from Tell God I’m Here, on The Tube…

Couldn’t agree more. This, from TAOFA captures it all…

‘Can I get a cappuccino ?’
‘Oh, okay. I was going to serve you it, what with that being my job, but if you want to get it yourself, then f****** well be my guest.’

Excellent piece, cheers atcf. Doesn’t make me want to hear any more autotuned twaddle, mind.