Tis The Season. Again.

A load of pointless nonsense that goes nowhere and says nothing. Much like everything else at Christmas. In case you hadn’t noticed, Christmas is just around the corner. In fact, Christmas has been just around the corner since the middle of June but now it’s really, really around the corner, like a big, shiny mugger, […]

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What Price Sanctity?

In an effort to stop the rot I’m just going to throw out the best I can muster, though I’ve never been much of one to triumph over adversity. There’s a fair share of adversity to deal with at the moment so if triumph can be measured by a bit of a ramble that no-one […]

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Death, And So On.

Keith Moon was the drummer for The Who. The Who weren’t quite as big as it got, but they were almost as big as it gets, and for a band of such stature they demanded a drummer with considerable clout. Again, Moon wasn’t quite as big as it got but he was still up there […]

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By Greatest You mean……

What makes a great band? Well, good looks, style, imagination, chemistry, chops, a sense of humour, a scattering of mystique (but not too much, we shouldn’t expect a great band to also be a member of the magic circle) and longevity can all play a part. Consistency helps too, more so than volume of output; […]

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The Masterplan.

A bit hurried. Forgive the mistakes. We all make them. I thought I’d let the dust settle so we could all allow ourselves a few moments, to step back and give it some proper consideration. I thought an Oasis reunion would be big but, in the end, the news that the Gallagher brothers have crafted […]

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Gone South.

Should you ever feel on the edge, at an all time low, like life has pretty much run as much of a course as you can bear then, before your thoughts begin to darken and turn towards a road from which there is little hope of return, at least not in this life, instead I […]

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Yacht Rock Bottom.

There’s only one setback to owning a luxury yacht, which is that everyone except you will think you are an arsehole with a luxury yacht. Even your friends, who you might invite to stay on your luxury yacht, will look around and think: ‘this is nice but, oh boy, what an arsehole’. A luxury car […]

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Post Olympic Blues.

So that’s it. All over. No more summer Olympics for another four years. Some bright spark had the idea of awarding the next games to Los Angeles, a city which will very probably be on fire by the time we get to 2028, so you never know, this could be the last summer Olympics we’ll […]

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The Best Film Ever (Part I).

I read a book by Quentin Tarantino recently. It was called Cinema Speculation. Tarantino is a film maker I have always respected, almost admire, but never truly learned to love. His films contain many of the things which make cinema such a powerful and wonderful art form (and cinema is unarguably an artform – take […]

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