Any luck @metal-mickey?

Oh, how long it is since I’ve seen a shelf-full of those giddily gory J.T. Edson yarns on the Corgi imprint, all well-thumbed and curiously stained, having been read under the desk during double Chemistry.

Says the man with the turd emoticon!

Psssst! How did you do that?

We drove up from Bath to see Steve Earle at the Town Hall with the Del McCoury Band. Unbelievably great night. Is the venue not still running? I don’t mean right now, but in general, as a music venue – I thought […]

They’ll just have the chappies round to play in the marquee at Samantha’s debutante party and again for Tarquin’s 18th bash. The musical types might even get some petit-fours if they are lucky. And if their […]

Truculent Holograms = 90% of all British and American indie music for the last 25 years.

No, long before any was imbibed, but precisely when some poor unsuspecting boozehound plunged a can opener into the top of the Party 7 and a frothy jet of an apology for beer shot violently out, all up the walls […]

Snowfire was a green waxy lip balm that came in a small round tin, about 3cm wide and 1cm deep. My dad always kept a tin of it in the bathroom cupboard, and it was his go-to ointment for chapped lips or cracked […]

The best live Van set ever is the one in my head, constructed from the best bits of the dozen or so times that I’ve seen him over the years. It never fades, it’s always transcendent, and what’s most remarkable is […]

We’ve done a couple of Best Western Wanders through the west coast. Turn a blind eye to the occasional busted AC, or a breakfast that consists solely of bagels made of cardboard, and you can travel and stay pretty […]

For a lengthy wallow in nostalgic flavour reminiscence, leavened by snorting derision at the recall of some ghastly marketing mistakes, may I heartily recommend that you buy this marvellous tome:

Has your hair grown back yet?

Indeed, and thrice indeed. Olde English in a gothic stylee, all cough sweet scrummyness, like Winter Mixture (which you can still get via ‘A Quarter Of’) without the wintergreen and cloves. Absolutely English as […]

We (the gang of reprobates with which I roamed) used to take a Party 7 to a party, having had a few in the pub beforehand, and having various other libations stored about our persons. We’d kick the Party 7 along […]

Snowfire, in a little tin about the size of an old penny, and half an inch thick.

Beech Nut had a fantastic mint tang – best gum to disguise that crafty Number 6.

That’s a sobering read – I can’t imagine how big his bed must be to fit all of those under it in their individual flight cases!

Sod Trump. He can just f*ck off and die.

Me, I’m going to sit down and watch The Glenn Miller Story. Again. And I’ll have a sniffy moment at the end. Again. That music swings.

Is this a tennis thread?