How wholly splendid! Choon!

As long as you follow it with that album’s ‘Merry Sherwood Rangers’. *more Crumhorn*.

When it came out, I bought the 7-inch. I love stuff that trundles along at that song’s pace. Back in the day, I managed to do a crude, longer version, using – I think – my turntable, and a couple of cassette d […]

Welcome to my brain! I love it, so don’t mind it as an earworm. Seems to have replaced the long version of Flash and The Pan’s Waiting For a Train.

Doris has never failed me yet, but if she got stuck then I’d wheel out Adriano Celentano’s ‘Prisencolinensinainciusol’. Ol rait? Boom, boom, boom, diddly-dit…

My current top four in no particular order; Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name Escape (The Pina Colada Song) – Rupert Holmes The Second Arrangement – Steely Dan Icehouse – Icehouse I’ve found that mos […]

I’m semi-retired. I’m taking my local government pension now, but still doing some paid work. I have the luxury of being able to say ‘no, sorry’. I also do a lot of design work for myself, which I sell as finishe […]

One of the tile manufacturers in the Bridgwater area in the past made green roof tiles – single Romans? Very rare now, though there’s a house about two miles away which has them. Our roof is black. They also did a […]

Probably!

They are very 20s/30s deco. Possibly by a firm called Crittal? There was a house I used to pass regularly that had similar. One day, uPVC replacements, with straight lines. Sad, but I do get why. I think my […]

I can see Westonzoyland from upstairs in our house. I can also see the Quantocks, Blackdowns and the crinkly bits by Langport.

Food-wise in Glasto, Knight’s fish and chips is epic.

In your near vicinity, Wells is well worth a visit; market days are Wednesday and Saturday. Frome has Rave From the Grave records, and some lovely shops. Market Saturday. Glastonbury is unhinged, but like the […]

XTC – sadly – had the Cuban crisis in 1961…

Chedzoy in the same county is either as spelled, Ched-zee or Chid-gey. Greinton is Gren-tun. Crewkerne in Dorset is often Crook-urn, and take your pick for Beaminster; Beh-minster or Bem-stir. Puncknowle = Punnel.

I’ve not been to that part of the country, but can imagine they’re big. Pretty big on the spit at Orfordness.

John Hadfield’s novel ‘Love on a Branch Line’ set in Suffolk has an Earl obsessed with fallen women, and the annual fete for their benefit. I wonder whether Hadfield was inspired by him? Having an interest in […]

The north coast has some crinkly bits. Around Stiffkey, it reminds me of Wiltshire; chalk underneath, soft valleys. The saltmarsh between there and Wells is lovely, and the beaches between there and Burnham Overy […]

Thanks! The one in Holt seemed to get more expensive between visits.

Which is the one not in Holt?