But I can’t be proper Froglish as I am allergic to both onions and garlic. But not bicycles.

I fell your pain. It’s worse for me because Mrs F, who was not raised in the UK, frequently does not get the reference and looks at me like I’ve finally gone doolally. “It’s pre-1984, isn’t it?” she will occasionally ask.

Agreed, and better than the original.

Paul Jackson, bassist with Herbie Hancock (and Headhunters), March 18th age 73.

I saw Headhunters at the Barbican in 1998 and they were ruddy fantastic.

Bjorn Borg Again

I had to pause building my garden shed for a couple of weeks as my lad found a blackbird nest in the bush next to it. Mother Blackbird got very vocal whenever we went near.

Agreed. I’m no particular EBTG fan and now have more of their books than records.

My mum’s cousin started digging into the family tree a couple of years ago. My grandmother, in her 90s and as racist as you’d expect an ancient Cockney to be, told him to drop it as “the past belongs in the past […]

I like that, and could see if working in the Baptist chapel stroke gig venue I do sound in.

But, on behalf of every gig booker/promoter anywhere ever, artists please include in your website’s Bio page, where […]

One day I’ll take the time to listen to the best of c.21st Van playlist from that other thread. Today was not the day, though…

Thanks for the review Dai, and for taking the time to listen, but nothing you’ve written would encourage me to buy (or even listen to) it.

Mind you, I probably wouldn’t have bought it even if the lyrics were […]

You will find a great weight lifting:

I’ll tell you who didn’t sign anything: Cat Stevens (then Yusuf Islam at the time). “F*ck off!” is what he said, followed by a lecture on the evils of Western music, before storming out.

I have’t been to Perth, but my best man did the circumnavigate-the-coast-in-a-VW-campervan thing when he first moved out there (24 years ago). He said Perth was his favourite place, but he couldn’t get any (I.T.) […]

I spent an hour in Nottingham Selectadisc in 1992, after a pub lunch somewhere near the castle. The offices of Barclaycard must have had my photo in their “Customer of the month” display afterwards.

Yeah, that’s what I meant (but didn’t say): they were Geordies on a hen night in Durham.

The drive from Cairngorms to Cambridge is arse-numbing, so we often stay overnight in a Premier Inn in Durham. A few years back it was a Saturday night and the hen party set off for town as we were having dinner. […]

If we’re talking model trains, Shakey beats Zim hands down.

Although Shakey versus Sir Roderick of Stewart would be a close run thing.

And from a similar era, The Sun Rising:

Probably not your thing, but there was a snatch of this on the latest Back to NOW podcast and it brought it all flooding back… Inner City – Big Fun: