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... but pretty much what the Internet was made for.


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Black Cab Sessions

Ok, i'm probably a little late to this particular party but the Black Cab Sessions are an excellent London version of the equally wonderful Blogotheque - but with more style, coz it's in London.

The Sunset Rubdown session was recorded before their Luminaire gig - which, as i mentioned before, was rather good by all accounts.

I, for one, am completely screwed!

Now, of course i agree that unsavoury characters like Child Molesters should all have a word with The Man in Red on judgment day, but Sports Fans?? Blasphemers?? Money-Lovers??

I see thieves are down there, but no mention of murderers. Whoremongers but no warmongers.

I also love the way pot smokers are singled out - Smack n Crack, no problem - but Jesus hates Doobie Doers.


Man, Christianity is the most fucked religion - without doubt.

Chelsea, yeah!

May the coarse be with you*

Like many men my age i grew up in a world of Wampas, Tauntauns & All Terrain Armored Transports. I'd rejoice at the arrival of a new TV or washing machine so i could plunder the polystyrene packaging and continue the construction of my Hothesque rebel base in the spare room, and I'd wait anxiously for the postman to deliver my limited edition weapons pack that i'd ordered in return for 6 names from the action figure blister packs.

Happy, happy days.

Then, sometime around the age of 12 or so, i sold everything to a friend of my Auntie Joyce for fifty notes. 60 odd figures, ATATs, Scout Walkers, The Falcon, Snow Speeder, Slave 1, Death Star, Tie Fighter, crazy little vehicles that never even appeared in the films, the list goes on and on.

The Lot - £50!

The reason i sold it all however was to fund a developing passion that i've retained to this day. The best part of that cash went towards the purchase of my first proper fishing rod, an 11' 4'' Abu Garcia ledger rod that i still have.

I wonder how my angling career would have differed if this had been around then.


*sorry!

A bit of Shrigley for you...

More, much more, genius here

Why advertising sucks - pt 1

This photo is in the window of my local chippy* - on it's side, at the bottom, in the corner.

And that's no surprise really. The message is basically saying 'Eat Pies, Get Laid'.

Come on advertising! I mean, i know the 'Do this, get laid' message has kept your industry afloat for the last 50 years or so but this is taking it a little far isn't it.

It's a chip shop pie for fuck's sake!

*apologies for the reflection of my slaphead on the left - i was in a hurry. In a hurry for pies.

‘Cause you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard...

...you’re the one who’s throwing dead birds in the air'.

Hitting a bit of a sweet spot in gig terms at the moment. This time it was Sunset Rubdown at The Luminaire in Kilburn - truly amazing performance.

Indie Rock of the highest order - and tight as hell to boot.

All the bootlegs on youtube are shit - so here's some lads skating to Krug et al.