In line with Dai’s diktat forbidding multiple posts criticising the P.M., I thought I’d a start a thread in his praise. Nothing negative, please! Let’s list the great man’s qualities, and the good he’s done for the country!
Over to you!
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In line with Dai’s diktat forbidding multiple posts criticising the P.M., I thought I’d a start a thread in his praise. Nothing negative, please! Let’s list the great man’s qualities, and the good he’s done for the country!
Over to you!
…continues with the frankly laughable claim that Italy’s prosecco sales would be dented if the country failed to cut a favourable Brexit deal for the UK. And while he may well have intended this as simply an example of the problems Brexit will cause all EU countries, it still marks a further low point of British, „Daily Fail clickbait headline“ diplomacy towards Europe. But this isn’t some „Fuck you!“ tabloid editor, this is the British Foreign Minister, the face of Britain abroad – dear God, whatever happened to „keeping up appearances“ and „national pride“?
The most sensible thing I’ve heard in the past few days comes from Michael Gove (yeah, I know, who’d a thunk it) who simply raises the question whether a ‘quickie divorce’ between the UK and EU might not be the best idea, and burn the fewest bridges.
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… Razorlight’s old website bio. Here’s an extract.
“London’s most passionate and wired underground rock’n’roll band.
Formed in the summer of 2002 around 22 year old frontman/singer/writer Johnny Borrell, they existed for two months without a name, until one night at a Warholian squat party in a derelict factory in the East End, their singer found himself speaking in tongues. Improvising lyrics at the end of the set, Johnny was passed down words from the watchful muses above, and out of his mouth came the sound… rezorright… raisaaarite….razorlight. Now they had a name they could proceed to blow away every run of the mill garage rock band, with a set of serrated, transatlantic, poetic songs played with white knuckle intensity and delivered by a singer with total, natural charisma.
Night after long night they’d been holed up in a rat-plagued low-boho rehearsal studio on the East edge of town, shaping the scribbled visions of urchin-savant Johnny into grooved, twitching, adrenalised guitar pieces and making occasional live foreys to support The Von Bondies or The Libertines. Finally they could play shows where the converts in the crowd could happily shout ‘You are the bollocks!’ without adding, in frustration ‘What’s » Continue Reading.
The rather overpriced 3CD1 DVD set from the Bard of Salford from last year is available at HMV.com for just a tad over a tenner – as it’s a mix of rarities and familiar it makes a good starter and refresher
Bono Calls Paris Attacks ‘First Direct Hit On Music’ “These are our people. This could be me at a show.”
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