Tesco’s own brand Chocolate Hob Nob-type things are very palatable.

Jammy Dodgers have recently become utter shite. They’ve become a flavourless chewy dust in your mouth. Whereas from the same gene pool the […]

Take yer protein pills and pit yer bunnet on…

Hen’s an Aberdonian
Hen wants Square Sausage in a poke

Michty Me! Whit a catastrophe! Major Tom’s a junk-ee!

If live bootlegs count, Dire Straits would often encore with Chuck Berry’s ‘Nadine’ in the early first 2 album days.

A) Dire Straits, Newcastle City Hall, December 1980 (Making Movies tour)

B) My now oldest pal, Gary. He was then, even at 16, and remains a fantastic guitar player. I’d just started to play. So going to see […]

Small world. Though I wouldn’t want to wallpaper it.

Yes, I’ve been in the Kings Arms a few times.

Also, ITV Studios were just round the corner. I sometimes saw Graham Norton walking his two massive dogs […]

I used to work in Sea Containers House on the South Bank in London when it was offices prior to its sell off and revamp as a luxury hotel. The walk to and from there to the nearby Waterloo Station took me along […]

Me again. I often have to work onsite doing civil servant stuff up at the Met Police College at Hendon. Much of the opening scenes of Hot Fuzz were filmed there, but most of the site has been been knocked down […]

I made a mess of my A levels and had to re-sit while most of my pals sailed away to college and the rest. Idle and a bit marooned, my mother (yes – my MOTHER) arranged a job for me as a part-time postie. This i […]

Better

A fair bit, but then I work in central London as a (not very) civil servant so I’ve been in and out of a few government buildings. There’s a bit in ‘The Ipcress File’ where Harry Palmer uses the side entrance to […]

I was a kid up in Northumberland. As clueless and naive as you might expect. But even I knew right there and then the clothes were absolute shit.

The materials, the styles and just the fit of the things. […]

That’s right. We saw him again at the same venue two years later. Pretty much the same, excellent, show.

Rubbish seats though. No opportunity to look up his conk.

Sid James’s Park. It is worth the log in’s here. There is gold in these hills.

Kiss, Wembley Arena, 1997.

I’d just been gently dumped by a girl I was deeply smitten with and was having a good old wallow in the old self-pity. My lovely housemate, a sweet-natured Irish lad, mad for the drink […]

Fairfield Halls is currently being re-furbished. Because of my ‘career’ and where I sometimes have to work, I walk past it a couple of times a month.

I once saw Hawkwind there. Or, more accurately, I saw a […]

JJ Cale, Hammersmith Odeon, 1996

He never toured. Certainly not outside the US. All of a sudden he’s announcing some shows in London. I’d have been a twat not to have gone along. I did. I was way up in the […]

Me too, pretty much.

I’m still dazzled by my iPod. I love the thing. Basically, the contents of a (perhaps rather small) record shop IN MY HAND.

That still flips my much needed wig.

I depend on ITunes but […]

Indeed. Not made for sitting with.

Gibson have recently undergone a senior management clear out and have relaunched their classic models.

These 2 lads speaketh on the V