Some songs & a short Rant!

Iv’e been having some difficulties with some bullshit in my life RE. Planet Earth. I was watching that thing about WikiLeaks on TV the other night, as you know Julian Assange has now been forced out of the Ecuadorian embassy, and is likely to be extradited to the USA where he’ll more than likely spend the rest of his life in jail, which does seem a shame, it was a great idea to expose corruption lies and murder , I think most people supported it really,  it just goes to show how leaders are often turned on later. 

Anyhow, what with all this global warming they’re talking about, in few hundred years it won’t matter because Earth will just be some smouldering rocks with no one left on it to tell the tale of Saint Julian and his arch nemesis Devil Trump. 

Remember back in the 90’s or whenever it was U2 started doing all that stuff about God? Pretty irrelevant.

Good tho!

I was thinking about Annie Lennox the other day, and Tilda Swinton, they’re both Scottish, and both women! Observant ain’t I?

I woke up with one of their songs in my head like it was the first time I heard it, but I forgot which one it was, I might have invented a new one, cos I cant figure it out!

Here’s a song by the Adverts, I love the way TV Smith performs (and writes) these brilliant songs! Its like a forewarning for Brexit !

Here’s one I just found in my noodle, no other reason to play it! 🙂 


A trip to London!

Greetings blogophiles,

I has been on a weekend trip to London, so I shall write that up here for your reading pleasure.

We set off on Saturday, I’d been busy last weekend with my family get together celebrating my parents 60th anniversary, it went well, a tea party, with cakes and sandwiches and so on, slide show and chit chat – family members came from far and wide and it all went off very well, except perhaps I ate too much cake – we all made cakes and ate each others, then at the end cos there were so many left over I took a load home and ate them over the next week. Cake isn’t really ideal as a substitute for ordinary food, I think its probably true to say it leads to headaches, nausea heart tremors and schizophrenia and ultimately death, so I was glad really when I got past the last of it by the Friday.

Saturday off to London, no purpose to this trip, just something to get us out the house, so we got on this train and went to the Tavistock Hotel in London, I’d recommend it if you’re a bit short of cash, or just like a bargain – I can’t find a photo of the breakfast room, but thats my favourite bit – you go down there and this guy seats you, he looks like he’s from Burma or something to me, he’s quite tall tho, but anyhow, this guy, he’s always there, he must be about 60, he just waves you forward when he’s ready, and points at a table at which you obviously sit, then someone comes round with tea and coffee, they look like they’re from Burma too, all the waiting staff seem to be from the same genetic group, perhaps they’re all related? Perhaps they have been serving there since the age of Art Deco, (upon which the hotel is themed) and perhaps there were originally just a few, and they’ve multiplied? No, actually, I don’t think that, I’m just being ridiculous, but its possible, but very unlikely. 

Anyhow, you go and get your food from a buffet, you can have a full English, no problem, the black pudding is good! Even – I should say, cos its not easy to find good black pudding these days –  Its to do with dried blood being used, I prefer to have the animal sacrificed in front of me at breakfast, call me old fashioned if you will.

So anyhow, we have been to this hotel 3 times now, its so much better than going to one of these modern rabbit hutch places, its a proper hotel, not a goddamn storage unit! (adult content there NSFW language!)


Where was I? Oh yeah, so thats where we stayed, then we went off to see some art at this Unit One place, I never been there before, I found it on Instagram! Quite good, very enjoyable, thing was, just before that, I saw some art on a wall in this other place, so I assumed it was a gallery, so I walked in and the guy on reception goes “Can I help?” And I was like yeah, like, keep it down mate, I’ll ask you if I want anything – and he’s like “GTFO man! This is a private building! So I’m like, Alright alright – ever heard of art being for the people by the people and of the people? Jeezers, you cant just go around looking at stuff you like anymore!


So anyhow, we saw this Johan Van Mullem stuff there, pretty exciting, and they had a glass floor you didn’t want to stand on in case you fell through, you know that sort of thing – being someone travelling to London from up in Yorkshire, you feel kind of like peasant in the big city vibe, its full of young people, the average Londoner seems to be about 23, more so now than ever, people want to live there cos its fun, not cos its sensible, its noisy, there’s no peace – whats the latest thing man? I got to get me some!

So having done that, we went off for a walk round the hot spots of Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square looking for food, ended up in this pub called the Duke of Argyle, they had some really good pies, and Louise had Fish & chips and a pint of cider so she was a bit giddy – then thought hmm, what shall we do now? Ended up going to see The Woman in Black at this little theatre called the Fortune – it was a good show, well told, makes a change to not have to read the book or watch the film, this interpretation was pretty good, you had to imagine the scenes, as the set was sparse, but I liked that, as I’m sure everyone else did too, everyone knows what to imagine, cos its in the script.

This isn’t my photo, its off the net – but it was the same actors

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I took this photo of the safety curtain during the interval – I like it! 🙂


After that it was a walk back to the hotel and knock back a bottle of beer I’d got from a supermarket, you couldn’t hardly sleep for all the swearing idiots drunk outside, party music and so on, I was thinking of ringing down to reception to have them all killed, but I fell asleep in the end.

Before I set off on this trip, I was compiling a list in my mind about what to take with me – here I have expanded it applied to life in general

Life Skills

* Travel light

* Take no prisoners

* Silence is golden

* Leave no traces

Next morning, well we had the breakfast I mentioned earlier, very tasty, then set off for Brick Lane in the east end, Sunday markets,




didn’t buy anything, I just like walking about looking at stuff, I took some photos of graffiti and what not, then decided to go and see the boat race, this is an annual event that draws big crowds, its between Oxford and Cambridge, this year Cambridge won, I couldn’t really care less, in fact, I just like being in big crowds of people cheering about anything really, I might even go to a football match one day, as it seems to garner a lot of interest, tho I doubt I ever will somehow, its a bit expensive, and you’d be stuck there the whole 90 mins, the boat race went by in a matter of seconds, so that was cool.

There’s all the people on the bridge at Hammersmith waiting for the boat race to go by:

You can see the weather was a bit dull 🙂


Oh yeah, theres the actual boat race!


While I waited, I used my telephoto lens to snoop on people on the opposite bank!


That was already full extension, but I can crop it down and see what they’re doing over there!

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Well I cant quite see whats occurring, could be fighting over a monkey or something? Could be anything really, I like being a voyeur!

After that, it was nearly time to get the train home, but we wanted more food, so we ended up back at the Duke of Argyle,

(not my photo)

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This is one I took, (it was busier on Saturday) If you’re at Piccadilly Circus, its just round the corner in Great Windmill Street, cheap – tasty – nice!


where I had bangers and mash and Louise had Lasagne. Again, it was a good price, and a nice pub too, I ate in loads of pubs over the years, but this was one of the best, a nice space to eat, no silly buggers in there, comfortable and relaxing. And the price! The price is good! Anyhow, came out of there and went off to get ice creams from this place called Gelupo, just near the pub there, its like they’re all artisans, asking if you want this or that on your ice cream, I had a chocolate one with hazel nuts on it, and it was very nice, I’d not go mad or anything, cos I’m not a huge fan of ice cream, I only went there cos its what Louise wanted, (she had honeycomb one) there wasn’t much choice on the menu for puddings in the Duke of Argyle – why do they take your card in the pub for your food, then you have to start over if you want pudding? Perhaps its in case you abscond?

Anyhow, then it was time to get the train home, which we did do, then today the guy come to do the heating and boiler, so thats that, sorted. Now can I get back to reality? I got cold hands, the cats sat on my lap, I don’t feel like doing much, its been busy lately. 


2 Jolly good songs!

Here’s a jolly good song from 1964, the year of my birth! 

Thats pretty good, I like the feet stomping bit, its like 2 hit songs bashed together!

While I’m thinking backwards, I just thought of this song, and a whole load of stuff I could rant on about how the music evolved between 64’ and 95’ when this come out – but I think I’ll just play the song instead 🙂 

Quite nice!

Can people tell if you’re happy? What if people can tell, and it gives them encouragement to ya know, think about you? What if you got custard coloured hair? Its not going to make any difference is it? I just got done reading Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut – pretty good, I might have read that years ago, but didn’t, I heard of him a long time ago, and always meant to read his book and now I have, a masterpiece without doubt, the sort of book where the author clearly spent time perfecting his work, there’s not a sentence in the whole thing that isn’t worth reading properly, its the subject matter and the approach which makes it. If you read this book and dismiss it, your a dick and can just about drop dead for all I care – its that good kind of a good book!

Here’s a song that just come into my head, I have no idea what its about! LMAO

Here’s another one – kind of romantic and quite nice, not really my scene, I’m not that kind of guy really, I’m more of an “eat your soul type” 

Thats really English and nice isn’t it? I’m not mad about it or anything, but its been playing on my mind for a while now, and I don’t know why, other than its quite nice – I’m not the sort of guy to go around thinking nice thoughts, I mean not openly, so this is a first – you ain’t seen me, right!?!  Yeah, I’m getting the hang of this “quite nice” thing now – I’m not into hyperbole tho, ok? “Quite nice”, is quite nice – yeah, it is!

The most dangerous thing what I ever done

In summer of 1979, I was 14 just turned 15 on holiday in Criccieth North Wales, I was at that age where everything is either boring, or brilliant – (I haven’t changed much)

Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare

All along down along out along lee

For I want to go to Widecombe Fair

with Bill Brewer 

Stan Stewer,

Peter Garvey,

Peter Davey,

Dan Whiddon,

Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all


WTF is that? You may ask? That’s a whole other story is what that is!

Here’s a song from 1979 just to provide contrast and illustrate my point.


So anyhow, it was a nice day in sunny seaside Criccieth, so I decided to go for a swim. The waves were big, and it was a lot of fun, everyone jumping the waves and being carried high then dropped back down again, here the waves were about 9 foot high peaks, lowering to 4 foot in the troughs, I was enjoying it so much I went a bit deeper, soon enough I wasn’t touching the bottom and the peaks must have been 12 foot or more, even the troughs somewhere over 6 feet as I rarely touched the bottom. I was only there 20 mins or half an hour, the troughs were now so deep you couldn’t see the land or the horizon from the bottoms, just a wall of water receding and another coming in – it was like a roller coaster, and getting a bit crazy, clearly the weather had turned, there was a greyness to the sky which was turning black – from the next high peak I could see the land, and it was a bit worrying, I was apparently the only one still in the water, the people on the beach looked like far away ants.

Just 2 or 3 more big waves and it was time to go in – no helicopters or lifeguards were required in the making of this story, perhaps the tide was going in? I didn’t find it too hard to get back, tho the ferocity of the waves became apparent as they broke over my back throwing me forward several times. Now That – was Fun!

Later that evening, we returned to town to see the sea now battering the seafront, 20 – 30 footers were raining down the wrath of the gods onto the front there, waves the like of which I have never seen before or since.

Later news came in of the Fastnet boat race disaster, fair weather had turned foul, blowing some contestants hundreds of miles off course – reports of “mountainous seas” resulted in 19 fatalities, I’m glad I wasn’t in a boat that night, I felt I’d got out the water at just the right time, or else I’d have been still shaking hands with them now.



I just want to add, don’t forget about the appeal for the victims of the current flooding in Africa – perhaps thats why I was recalling this story, tho I wasn’t aware of it till now.

Cyclone Idai Appeal

No Memory!

Chatting about some stuff at work on TV recently, such as the Michael Jackson debacle, some don’t want to believe it, while others mull over the awful details, truly dreadful. 

Another recent program about homelessness in Manchester (UK) – the effects strike me as similar to genocide on the part of the governments abdication of responsibility, while others just see self neglect. Which is true? We never saw these levels of homelessness and self destruction on the streets before, is it really self destruction if those involved are beyond the ability to help themselves? 

A couple of years ago, top politician Michael Gove stated the people of this country have had enough of experts – this got me thinking about Pol Pot! One wonders if they’ll be coming for intellectuals next? No need to actively destroy them, just leave them out of the picture, same as with the homeless – 

Thinking all this over, I sometimes find a song will come to mind as I work, on this occasion it was one by  Discharge – Accessories by Molotov, obviously a protest song, this music is sometimes referred to as “The D Beat” – I think its about society and culture gone horribly wrong – which is where I believe we are at!

On the radio they were playing Adele – Someone Like You, which is all very nice, but here’s one I was thinking of sharing earlier last week, Scarlet Fantastic – No Memory which is so much better! 


You know that feeling when you’re going round in circles? I mean big ones, like sometimes its just over the course of an afternoon, but sometimes its from years ago? And I do mean years! 

This group called Jason and the Scorchers are coming to Sheffield in Sept, I used to listen to them back in the 80s, it was really off the wall stuff, they come from Nashville, and have been categorised as “CowPunk” which is a bit comedy, cos punk was always very urban, not country, but I liked that about them, cos I was a country boy too, and I loved urban punk, but there wasn’t anything for country boys in punk really, all the urban boys were sniffin’ glue, hanging out in PVC gear and doing urban things, and tho I was a country boy, I had no desire to go to a barn dance, at least not until CowPunk came along! What a great idea! It was really just rock n roll, but it was damn good and smoking’ hot stuff! I loved that band and bought several albums over the next 10 yrs I should think, cos I was def still listening to them when I was still “me” in the 90s. I remember a pal used to come from next door and we’d play some music, one day he got a strop on about Jason and the Scorchers saying “I don’t see whats so good about them anyway! Well, he liked all that rockabilly stuff, and I just didn’t like that at all hardly, I could do without that! 

Anyhow, after that phase of my life, techno and dance stuff came in, and then I don’t know, EBM, all sorts of stuff, I almost forgot about my old roots back there i the country. I’d always been pretty much against country music anyhow, hate the stuff, not the Scorchers, cos they were hot! But no, country, you can keep it – has no use.

So anyway – I don’t do country, that not me ok? But I do do Jason and the Scorchers, oh yes!

So anyhow, because they’re playing in Sheffield in Sept, I pulled out some old records and played em, and I still love those loveable country boys! It took me right back to play that again, I’m gonna go to that gig and see them live in sept, that’ll sure be fun – and thats when I got the feeling I’m going round in circles, big ones, like 25-30yr ones. I was just a good ol’ country boy back then when I first heard them, I remember buying the single and playing it in my friends kitchen, we had a right old laugh – but it was good! This was music to get down too – not in a cool nonchalant way, this was music made you want to just jump into the fray and go Yee-ha! 

Thats weird for me, I’m used to music that makes me think hmm, spiritual, or, oh, sad, or sometimes its wowza, funky! I dont do a lot of funk, only if its really good, mostly I like dark and broody, I like aggressive and offensive music, music that attacks and destroys my insecurities and explodes my repressed anxieties. I like music that makes me think – where I have to do maths to figure it out, like a puzzle solving exercise – I want to know what the others think about, I like to voyeur my way through music – there’s a million different musical experiences in my collection, but there’s only one band that says to me “This Is CowPunk!” 

So that’s the thing, Who knew I still got CowPunk in me? I didn’t, I’m glad I do tho, cos its fun! 





[Edit] Just did a bit of riffmatic, and realised its actually more like 35 yrs since I first started listening to this music – which is a long old time, how did that happen? But since I went on listening for about 10yrs, its only about 25yrs since that point, which isn’t such a long time as all that, or so I tell myself!

You guys might as well regard my posts as messages from beyond the grave!

Now these guys were really more country than punk, here’s some country wailing



And some more high kicking’ stuff!

3 good movies!

3 good foreign language films to see:

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter . . and Spring


You, The Living


Take Care of your Scarf Tatiana


These 3 films are hot tips! The first is slow paced and beautiful, the 2nd is about city life, its mixed up and surreal, the 3rd is a strange indescribable comedy.

These are 3 stand out films I seen over the last 10yrs or so – anyone got any recommendations for me? I loved these so much, I’d be so pleased to see anything as good 🙂


Wednesday, and I’m off sick! Yeah me! I haven’t had a day off for a decade, so don’t think I’m a slacker, I couldn’t get my socks on this morning cos of backache, but tomorrow, I’ll have some pills and go back I expect, I got to go to work, or else I don’t know what the hell to do with myself! So here I am, and I’m thinking what to do? I got the whole day to myself, so I listened to a podcast, was ok, then I thought I’ll look up some Supertramp songs, its something I been meaning to do for years cos I quite like them – ok, its 2019, not 1979, and yes, it does take me a while to get round to somethings. I just played the Logic song, and Dreamer, and Breakfast in America, they were ok, but not over impressed, then I just played Its Raining Again, and that I do like!

Its got the best tune I think, then you got Give a little Bit, thats not bad is it?

The themes of their songs is what makes them popular I think, it all seems quite mature and good willed, its no good being punk, and going “Give a little bit (you bastard)” It doesn’t sell, and anoho, its just a plain ridiculous way to go about things.

Songs like the Logical Song,

Well anyone could have done that and been successful, and it was Supertramp what did it, pretty clever! Tell me who I am, Tell me!! Calling me a radical! 

This is a bit weird, 


Moving swiftly on, 

I don’t really like this sort of thing, seems a bit pointless once you heard it. Quite like the Dreamer song tho

They really nail it with the wisdom in the lyrics, yes, they are very good, oft overlooked I’d have thought? I dont think about Supertramp for years on end, and probably won’t think of them for years more to come – so thats that done and dusted for a bit at least – they’re shit! I dont care for them at all, I much prefer a bit of Fleetwood Mac, better band, more messed up undoubtably, but I cant even play a whole Supertramp song without getting fed up with it.

I’m the same with REM, really admire them and what they do and love it but its the same, I cant play a whole song without thinking, hmm, I wonder what else I could do? LOL Weird huh? I had this flatmate who liked them, he explained why they are so good, so I thought OK, I’ll take that onboard, and every time I heard them, I really listened, but then Id drift away thinking about how good it was, and forget what I was doing. When I listen to Fleetwood Mac, I’m always thinking, ah, this sounds good, then I’ll hone in on the drumming, or the bass, or the signing, but with Supertramp and REM, I just think “oh yeah, where was I?” Then I go and do something else – which is what I’m going to do now! Well, at least its not time wasted, I mean, if it gets you to go and do something better, it can’t be bad can it?