How we passed on the past.

We’re supposed to learn from history, aren’t we? That’s what most historians tell us (maybe not all – David Irving, for instance, is not the kind of historian you should spend a lot of time paying attention to) – that we should reflect on history and learn from the success and failure of those that […]

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Ex Royal Flush.

In the end I gave it a go. At first I thought I was watching an extended sequence of adverts punctuated by clips of some rich people moaning on a planet where no-one really knew what the real world was like. I went in early with my predictions and now I’m coming back late, four […]

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Blood. Sex. Magic.

The first series was not much more than a solid distraction, the second a second opinion, and by the third I was committed. It was still a slightly uneasy commitment but by half way through series four I was properly hooked and quite unable to recognise myself anymore. Addiction turned to smitten by the fifth […]

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All the dead horses.

There is a particularly stupid story that has caught my attention this week; all about a horse and a twat. I like horses, but I couldn’t care less about riding them. I once spent a thoroughly miserable afternoon pony trekking on a PGL, and hated every minute of it. My pony could sense my fear, […]

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….and so he’s finished.

He’s been doing it for 18 years, amazingly. Not that he’s amazing, it’s just that it’s amazing his bosses have spent 18 long years thinking they couldn’t do any better; though we may have to see who they do find as a replacement before we can say there is better out there for sure. Even […]

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What lies ahead.

I stumbled across an episode of ‘Last Of The Summer Wine’ this morning. It must have been an early one because it featured the original cast looking remarkably sprightly; that is to say the cast I remember from my childhood when I would watch it on a Sunday evening, pretending I had done all my […]

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His silence ever welcome.

I’m stuck between two pieces on television and so, through sheer weight of logic, I’d like to write about Glenn Medeiros instead. Who could forget Glenn Medeiros? Certainly if you listened to popular music in the late 80’s there was a brief spell when you couldn’t possibly escape him. His calling card of course was […]

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A double if you dare.

Fine. I’m tired of hearing you ask. If it’ll shut you up I’ll write a post about double albums, though quite why you’re so desperate for one is beyond me. By chance I was chatting to a chum recently about music and they said they had just purchased a copy of The Verve’s ‘Urban Hymns’ […]

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