This is indeed a problem. Especially as paid journalism dies a death, replaced by enthusiastic blogs. DOI, I am a reviewer for, now, a number of such sites. The only one that pays me, gives me freedom to vent […]

CM of Harrogate remain bastards on many fronts.

Yes. I prefer the Volt to Wilco. Effortlessly.

I have only karaoked thrice and Delilah is all I do, after carefully explaining it isn’t Tom Jones I channel. ( Go, Alex!!)

Trying to kill the poor fella, Wheaty?!?

Oho, you know what they say, big nose,

big hanky

Well, here I go too. Thanks, chaps, for the exciting ride, @vulpes-vulpes and @deviant808
BRAND NEW BRAND/RETROPATHOLOGY IV

The usual due diligence precision methodology as applied previously: type “New” into my […]

You know you’re only saying that because you know the story about his (wink wink) winkle…

I read a serious suggestion yesterday that smoking could/should be banned for anyone born after 2005.

Doesn’t Wensleydale cheese come from Horse? Or is it Hawes?

If I wanted to be ever so middle class I could point out the difference I noticed in Waitrose and Tesco, both on Sunday, both in rough, tough downtown Lichfield. Waitrose perhaps < 5% unmasked, the 95% glaring at […]

And I was there too: not bad for a total audience of about 12, 3 afterworders, and long before there was even the word, I expect.

Lulu started her showbiz career as one of Tom Jones’ winkle pickers.

And, like many such, very much of its day. I dare say you had to be there. It’s ok but only just.

Well, that’s, um, a bit, um, rudimentary……. This is more what I mean:

Me: Bloody dirges (apparently; of a folk/country/blues hue)
Mrs Path: Euphoria and complex geometric acoustica
The stepdter: 70s and 80s chart classics (she was born in 1994 but knows all the words. And anything […]

Not only people are virgins…..

I heard a track on the radio (4!) today, and knew immediately who it was, but couldn’t quite believe it was from the new one, so redolent of his classic period, even down to the Lindley-esque guitars. I haven’t […]

Doesn’t he insist he is British too, rather than Irish?

I did get there in the end; I was thinking of other fat italians at first. Filed under Z.