The opening few bars of ‘Watcher of the Skies’; love me that bit of Mellotron.

The chorus of XTC’s ‘Senses Working Overtime’, starting as it goes ‘One, two, three, four, five’.

The ‘Peg’ guitar solo, and […]

‘Asquith. Asquith, Asquith, Asquith!’

Genesis are still Genesis as long as Hackett is there.

Cuthbert, Dibble, Grubb. . .

Phil(lip)harmonia.

Collins – drums, vocals
Selway – drums, keyboards
Lynott – bass, vocals
Ochs – guitar, vocals
Oakey – vocals
Bailey – vocals

Spector – production.

Flower Squonk Brazilian.

Marc Almond is one of those artists I hugely admire and respect; not just surviving that dreadful accident, not just for the huge variety of music he’s put out over the years and not just for what a nice chap he […]

‘Open me Kallax’s doors’.

Filth.

Almost as much fun as ‘three more from them later’ is making up Ikea product names.

Such as BRONKIAL, or PANTIGIRDL.

Add anaspectic and frasmodic.

Several lines from that programme appear to be lodged in my every day vocab.

The ‘Mr. Cholmondley-Warner’-type sketches in his various sketches were usually the best bits, and they look like they were great fun […]

We have three Spear & Jackson digging implements, and keep them next to each other. One spade, one fork and one weeding fork. The fork creaks when used, so will need a new handle soon. The other two are fine. The […]

There was a very good documentary on BBC2 last night (Tues 12th) by Dan Snow, about the history of ‘shell-shock’.

Fascinating bit about how the symptoms appear to have changed over time; ‘flashbacks’ became […]

I recorded it, and will watch soon.

There is also a documentary on how they did the colourising and lip-synching.

Peter Jackson’s company ‘Wingnut Wings’ make the most wonderful 1/32 scale kits of World War I […]

Fundamentally, 20p outside becomes 50p inside. As the old joke has it. . .

I think it was ‘Rally-Cross from Lydden Hill’ on ‘Grandstand’ that sparked mine, though I have a distinct memory of a clip on a sports programme of a MkI Lotus-Cortina cornering exuberantly, one wheel in the air. […]

Whilst I agree a GT-40 is a glorious car, it is not as attractive as the 3-litre Eagle-Weslake. Or a Brabham BT44. And the Lotus 79 beats them all.

GRAND PRIX
John Frankenheimer, 1966.

A truly crap film, which I nonetheless absolutely adore.

At 2hrs 56mins, the film is rather longer than any single Grand Prix ever in the modern era, possibly with the […]

John Lewis – Never. Knowingly. Undersold.

Sergeant Wilson – Is. That. Wise.