The Man is coming after us again.
They’ll be sending us to Nam next.
Heavy….
No way, maaan!
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Musings on the byways of popular culture
Musings on the byways of popular culture
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The Man is coming after us again.
They’ll be sending us to Nam next.
Heavy….
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‘Allo darlin’…
Never seen that before. The Bill Grundy interview with the Pistols would have been fine if someone like Cliff Michelmore was doing it. And Bowie’s “Baldermaston” quip was top notch.
Chap in the middle back with the scarf looks quite Shakespearean. Ought to rocking a ruff.
The whole clip has a very Spinal Tap feel to it. Particularly Bowie. I even thought Cliff was going to make a joke about being mistaken for a teenager re his own hair.
It’s DB cynically getting some free publicity for whatever band he’d put together that week. The next morning he probably had new cards printed with “As Seen On the Tonight Show”. Ten days later he’d never see any of those other blokes again…
Cliff would have recommended a nice holiday resort off the back of the comment.
Here comes the sun.
I never wanted to be a barber …
Worth watching again for those subs.
Cool Your Boots, Man
Bound to happen… 2021 = the most conservative era known to man. Happy days.
Tempted to bung in a “lest we forget” here.
Boris can’t have his hair cut of course, nor Michael Fabricant… I wonder why…
He’s “crazzzeee,” which, of course means he isn’t crazy at all. He’s known from day 1 (aged 14) to day 20,000 (still aged 14) what he was going to be.
See Savile. See Hitler. I really mean it. Still, happy days.
Shit hair. There’s a pattern.
I think you’re right.
Watching a documentary about Savile the other week I had a sudden realisation where Johnson has stolen his act from – waffling, deflection, whacky appearance, all the rest of it. Can you imagine the double act they would have made if Savile was still alive (notwithstanding that he would be well into his 90s) and his crimes hadn’t been discovered? He and Johnson would have been all over each other like stink on shit.
Bloody hell. When I were nipper (1980s) short hair was rigorously enforced at my school, with every boy trying desperately to cultivate a hint of mullet at the back (mulette?) without drawing attention to themselves. Any attempt to complain about our civil rights been taken away would have resulted in a less-than-civil clout ‘right’ round our earlobes, shortly followed by a visit from Mr Philishave. Kids today, etc.
A few canny lads, of whom I was one, cottoned on that if you got a role in the school play, the odds were you’d be allowed to grow it out – the drama mistress had a thing for pale youths with long tresses. Being in the school band, I wangled this one three times. Ace dodge, eh readers?
The drama mistress? Oh I say. There’s a screenplay in that.
“In the school band” – theremin or mellotron?
It’s not quite the Danny Baker scenario he has mentioned a few hundred times, but she (can’t remember her name) would occasionally hold dinner parties and invite us along to talk to visiting authors etc. I remember poet Hugo Williams turning up on a motorbike, and doing the washing up with him, discussing his work with Wilko Johnson. A very cool guy indeed.
Instrument? My avatar should be a clue : )
Can’t remember her name. Can’t remember her name…
Tchuh, typical guitarist.
“Ace Dodge”. I haven’t heard that phrase for many a year.
Sounds to me as thought you should be awarded a Jammy Dodger Award, TrypF.
Every school should have a willowy, mysterious, drama mistress.
Glad someone got the reference! Now I must be off, to have my slap-up tea of a pile of mash with sausages sticking out of it.
Reader’s voice: Tee-Hee!
You are just using this article as an excuse to show off.
*rubs head ruefully*
But you have other attributes. Me, I’m so desperate that I have to put “can grow hair” on my CV.
It must be a Ginger thing as my barnet grew like the clappers during lockdown.TBH, I was surprised the foundations could still support that kind of weighty structure. Despite regular trims, I’m bucking the 50+ trend and keeping it longer than it has been for 30 years.
Am I having a mid-life crisis, do you think?
Yes.
Any more questions?
Possibly.
Answer this question to find out.
Do you consider yourself dull?
Were in a lockdown situation – 10 weeks so far – so my hair is getting quite long now. I’ve also dyed it blonde. I’m one linen smock away from the full David Mellor.
I actually look like an old, tired-looking Budgie. By which I mean him out of Siouxsie & the Banshees, rather than one of Geoff Capes’ little friends.
Who’s a pretty boy then?
I’m not a parrot
I’m not a parrot
Have you noticed if you do a parrot “voice” it’s just about the same as the voice of Mr Punch?
Mrs Moose has pointed out that absolutely all of my impersonations sound like
a) Bill Wallace or Mike Yarwood doing Harold Wilson, or
b) Rory Bremner doing William Hague (mostly just a series of vague noises)
Mike Yarwood didn’t look or sound like the people he was mimicking. I knew this at the age of ten. When you see Rory Bremner and Alistair MacGowan – occasionally you marvel at how spot on they are, but Yarwood? Never. Even Eddie Large was a much better impressionist.
So poor was he that, according to rumour, his wife used to shout “is it bollocks” when he did the “this is me” bit..
Dude, he was a post-impressionist.
Riiiiiiiight?
Well he was wooden.
I’d be perfectly happy to look like a young Adam Faith.
Oh, young man …
…as opposed to the young Laughing Spam…
Stars up above that play with laughing spam’s dice….
I still have my report book from the 60’s….in 1968 the Headmaster put one commment – ‘Hair Cut’. Quite proud of that.
Don’t do it, brother!
My Headmaster looked at me in Assembly one day and said, “Are you going to get your hair cut Robin?”
I replied, “No thank you Sir.”
Never heard another word.
…on account of all that hair over your ears.