What’s happening now will be a picnic compared to the chaos which will ensue if the policeman gets off, as well he might.

The g must only be dropped on two words; “rootin'” and “tootin'”.

I remember John Peel saying that Cliff and the Shads were the first British rock ‘n’ rollers you didn’t have to watch from behind the sofa. I presume he was referring to Larry Parnes’ execrable ‘stable’. Apart […]

Don’t get me started on the misuse of apostrophe’s.

I enjoyed it. Their influence can’t be underestimated. I’m surprised Jeff Beck wasn’t on, as he’s always spoken highly of Hank, and it could be said he’s become more and more like him over the years.
I hope […]

An entertaining podcast on Little Richard and his “colourful” life.

Hobbling centenarian hero Captain Tom went to my old school. Horrifying to think that when I landed there in 1964, two people who would have taught him were still there.

Allman Bros
BB King
Cippolina, John
Doobie Brothers
Experience, Jimi hendrix
Free
Grateful Dead
Hawkwind
Idle Race
John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers (Mick Taylor)
King, Albert
Lee, Arthur
Mahavishnu […]

Comedian Lee Mack

Has the service improved since Northern Rail got the chop? Drove alongside a train on the Bingley bypass yesterday morning and noticed it was almost empty

The great American flatpicking guitarist Doc Watson rewired his own house, but wisely called in an electician to give it the once over. It was perfect.
I don’t need to remind you that Doc was blind.
I feel fear […]

love this

You want sitar smashing? Hammer films will provide

Can’t remember what programme this skit was on, but Prince Charles, flapping around the kitchen, asks “Where’s the bottle opener?”
Diana; “It’s his day off”

I lost all hope when they started paying our money to that dreadful Gemma woman from Essex to make a bloody podcast.

If I believed in that sort of nonsense I would say ‘He is up there bickering with Kenneth Williams’.

For those of us of a certain age, Python were as much a part of our youth as any band. Very sad.

I remember reading in a guitar magazine many years ago that Marsden thought that his 59 Les Paul may be the one stolen from Eric Clapton when he was in Cream. Was this ever followed up, I wonder?

Must dig out my copy of Awopbopaloobo(etc) for another look. As regards My White Bicycle, I never buy anyone a book I wouldn’t want to read myself, so I got it for my brother in law for his birthday. He […]

Gallivanting, they used to call it. What young princes have done since the dawn of time. Let’s cut the lad a bit of slack.
Says nobody..