Brit of a headache.

It makes sense that given the current political and economic uncertainty as the result of a Brexit process that feels about as much fun as an awkward birth that we get a Brit Awards to match it. Brexit has been boring and frustrating and dangerous all at once; which gives it thrice the edge over […]

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One man’s junk……

Finding myself with all kinds of useless bits drifting through my head but with none of them warranting a post of their own I feel obliged to scatter them before you instead of letting them fade away to nothing. It is highly possible that not long from now you may wish I had let the […]

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Valentine. Saint or Twat?

Here it comes: another Valentine’s Day. Another day of most righteous lurve. 24 hours of  deep dish luuurvin’ that surely no livin’, lovin’ lady could possibly resist. The law of lurve insists that this be the day when the lurve light gets turned on to the max and lo, all our lovin’ be expressed in […]

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The perils of freedom.

“What’s wrong darling? You seem especially tortured and pensive tonight, yet grizzled and manly nevertheless. Is something the matter?” “Not really, well, I don’t know. It’s just that I did a big interview today with a newspaper to promote my latest film which involves another caricature of myself as a man seeking vigilante justice.” “Yes, […]

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The Eagle Had Landed. Allegedly.

Marriage can be a funny thing. Sunday mornings should be sacred, only not necessarily in a religious way. This Sunday just gone (which is when I started this) I was woken early because ‘the wife’ was off to see her mother. I have to go with her once in a while, an experience which frequently […]

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For the love of John Cale.

Shortly after writing about my funeral songs t’other day I headed back to the gym and within 20 minutes I realised I had missed some obvious choices that would have worked brilliantly. I say would, I’m still alive, so what I really mean is that they will work brilliantly. A good example would be ‘Someone’s […]

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A mild digression.

New Year’s resolutions are, by and large, utterly futile. I can’t recall any that I’ve made that have crawled beyond January and that’s not just because I have all the willpower of a lady with substantial bones in a cake shop. Hey, it’s the 21st century – it could just as well be a bloke. […]

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