That is magnificent.

Colm’s guitar tone when the slide comes out!

Velvet and dark green, deep and slow flowing, I reckon. AWESOME!

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You actually typed that out. Go and wash your hands.

Splendid stuff – a track from Gruts For Tea Again featured on one of my earlier CD Swap discs, to mixed reactions.

What??? you mean it isn’t all a dream that Wilko had because he scoffed too much cheese?

Hmmmm. The Rough Trade copy editor must have been at the weed when they put that page up. Good grief.

Burn the witch!

It’s not about being ‘proud’ as you put it, more an expression of curiosity that a telly programme holds such sway for so many people. Kind of a puzzled blink.

In the final episode, Wilko wakes up in the Chelsea hotel; it’s all been a vivid dream, brought on by over indulgence in cheese while on tour.

I stalled a couple of seasons back. Haven’t found either time or inclination to jump back in I’m afraid. Most of these long running things eventually lose my attention. Even Andy Lincoln being a thoroughly good […]

*takes the locative*

‘ere, Burt, I’m digging this fackin’ great ‘ole and all I can see coming out in the bucket is faaasands an’ faasands of old bones an’ shit. Wodjoo reckon? Carry on diggin’ an’ keep schtumm?

Don’t get me started on the philistine morons who want to tunnel under Stonehenge.

I haven’t seen a single episode: how shocked and amazed you must be.

Even with a cousin who is a stone mason, who worked extensively on Salisbury Cathedral’s renovation work, I have to say that as much as the outside of these buildings impresses me, I think you need to go inside […]

Oohhh, even a RSD cynic like me might cough for some Scratch – what’s on board that baby?

Er, Cork is in another country, while Strabane isn’t. Have I missed something here?