I’ll never forget seeing a lone, dead, sad eyed prawn on the floor of Leeds fish market.

In a reverse dimension to all the above a youthful looking Reg Varney was in his 50’s when On the Buses started and he still managed to pull all those cracking dolly birds. Smashing.

Can I mention Wakefield Ridings FM radio station. Thunderclap Newman, Pilot, The Fortunes and Honeybus all staples of its pre recorded playlists. Even Oh Babe What would You Say by Hurricane Smith.Very enjoyable […]

Well I never. I just remember that 5.7.0.5. single. I honestly thought that was all they ever did. To their eternal credit though I once worked with a lad in a meat factory who stated that 5.7.0.5. was the only […]

Serious question. Has there ever been any more than three regular female contributors to this site in its entire history?

The video for Lene Lovich’s Say When is superb.

Back in the early 80’s all my friends were hardcore Goths, I on the other hand looked like Man at C&A. To their eternal credit (and I think amusement) they did not discriminate and invited me along to concerts […]

A fascinating, complex and uncompromising individual who always genuinely seemed to striving for the passion and truth behind everything he did. Always interesting. Don’t make em like Rowland anymore.

Please someone tell me that my beloved Backpass, the retro football magazine hasn’t gone the way of Q . That would be too much to take.

Back in the 90’s it was essential reading. Worth the price alone for the Tom Hibbert Who The Hell…? interviews. Brilliant, just brilliant. I don’t remember exactly when it all started to go wrong for me but I […]

Has anyone seen the Russian sci-fi movie Hard To Be A God. Human scientists visit the distant planet Arkanar that is trapped in its own medieval era. I thoroughly agree with the critical consensus that it is […]

I remember back in the 80s you couldn’t walk around Leeds city centre without having some unkempt kook thrust upon your person a badly photocopied leaflet containing his (always a his) fevered scribblings on […]

To me the old red Soviet Union shirt with CCCP across the chest is often overlooked, especially the one sported during Euro 88. I also liked the mysteriously enigmatic blue East Germany national shirt with the […]

Back in the early 70’s Brazil and Argentina used to wear grey socks when the colour of the oppositions socks clashed with their own. A lovely touch that in my humble opinion should be reintroduced.

The weird thing looking back, but which didn’t seem strange at the time was how at their imperial all conquering peak they regularly turned up on programmes like Crackerjack and Seaside Special.

Malcolm McLaren?

I read somewhere that when out nightclubbing George Michael used to approach the (admittedly starstruck) DJ, request his own songs, then wildly dance away to his self penned hit records. Difficult, because […]

I know exactly what you mean. A bored and disinterested Billy sneeringly curled his lip and told me to “Faaaack off” when I foolishly requested an autograph just before a sparsely attended, ramshackle Gen X gig at […]

Good old Dennis Wheatley. All foreigners (apart from the Duke De Richleau) were dodgy, trying by espionage or witchcraft to bring down the monarchy or Conservative government. His villains always had a glass eye […]

Ahh. I sense your palms are moist, your forehead clammy ,bathed perhaps in the cold sweat of hypocrisy.