An uplifting, joyous folk song with a happy ending – they do exist.

Chris Wood : One in a Million

No speed advantage, though they try to mitigate the drag in time trials. It’s more that any kind of organisation will be fearful of implied responsibility for those taking part in events.
Further, cyclists when […]

I think of that era it was the Gordons that suffered the most.

I sing loads of those ‘blood and soil’ songs; attachment to land speaks to me, so I sing them well. But you can expect a folkie to be as left as the next musician or fan; just listen to the protest songs. The […]

Hmmm. Excuse my cynicism. I was working as a cycle courier in Melbourne in the year running up to the legislation that made cycle helmets compulsory. I was depressed at how readily the media lapped up the […]

Surely, that’s ‘For Those About to Roque(fort)?

‘an hour west of Truro’? Quick, here’s a lifebelt.

More a lambs liver man myself, but I do also own, out of perversity, a Dukla Prague Home shirt.

And conveniently opposite the Blood Transfusion Centre. I never like to make an errand for just one thing.

An Urge for Offal. Any HMHB fans in your house?

My brother has just come back from Peru. I guess squirrel and guinea pig could be interchangeable in many recipes.

Now then, his Journee a la Maison is also a morning record for me.

Just putting into practice my Sunday morning record’s thread and, lo!, there is a bit of a hatfest going on on the cover of Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter.

That purple one on the head of the lad on the left never […]

In the Heart of the Moon? Oh, good choice! Giving it a spin right now. It goes well with the Penderyn I am having before midday, because I can.

Peter Gabriel has form. Try 2:43 on for size.

There was only one principle and style did not come into it.
I Do Not Want To Look Like My Father
It interests me that fathers and sons can now dress at the same shops.

But the Light at the end of the Tunnel, that’s me. I’m the oncoming Train.

In fact, HMHB titles are fertile ground. I keep Two Chevrons Apart; I have locked up my mountain bike; I have descended the Stiperstones; I really have been to Westward Ho! and it was a massive letdown. And I […]

Embarrassment, anyone?