That’s like packing your girlfriend in because you don’t like her house.

Bounce into the ring on yer space-hoppers.

(Not a thing you often hear)

Punk Fucking Metal… what is it with this year and swearing? It ought to be renamed Twenty Fucking Nineteen.

I blame Bill Grundy.

…or a commentary by Dave Lamb and some plinky-plonky incidental music.

Ohhh, me family jewel case!

Where’s Johnson today? Sedgefield.

I had an autochanger on my first record player when I was 8, an extremely cheap Garrod copy that even had 16 rpm. I was retro even in 1981.

This happened with 8-tracks, where songs were also fairly routinely cut in half.

“Pad” is a disturbing noun, suggestive of some kind of pharmaceutical product.

“It’s Boots ont’ phone love, you’ve got to collect your foam pads”

All Motown double albums in the 70s were like that. I have the triple Miracles Anthology which is extremely confusion.

Cumberland sausage? You mean…. going round in a spiral? You should be in the circus!

I do not mean nutter as a term of disparagement. Certainly not.

I think more generally, as was said recently upon the passing of Clive James and Jonathan Miller, there is a paucity of properly clever people on […]

Ditto the one with the White Album. Much like the original White Album itself, in fact.

My Dad’s got this album. I’ve been meaning to listen to it for about 35 years. I might go round and borrow it soon.

Was that ever a proper double CD? My first was a single, one of those ones that went yellow after a while, like the Traffic CDs.

David Lammy, however, was a giant.

I was going to say that there’s something about the juxtaposition of “Frazey Ford” and “school night” which gave me a funny feeling in my tummy.

Rioting is always deeply stupid and crap. And pathetically opportunist. Nobody will ever convince me that August 2011 was anything other than a bunch of people saying “Hmmm… I think I’d like a new TV”

The entire election could have been run by Afterworders – I was offered work as a teller, but declined on the basis that my tendency to count using my fingers might have slowed the process down somewhat.

“There was no funny business going on. ” I’m sorry Paul, but you are on a loser with this story. Stop digging. Including your potatoes…. trust me.