Anecdote Fiend
Paradox on the Buses
I’m perversely tempted to take part in the indefatigable Jon (Birmingham: It’s Not Shit) Bounds’ demented-yet-delightful bus-based social experiment, 11-11-11: On the 11th of November let’s create a modern ritual, a post-millennial cultural cult. Eleven hours on the eleven bus — join us. The rules: Get on the 11C at 11am (or as near as [...]
The Plastic Beer Skiff Snake
Over the years I’ve seen many jaw-droppingly odd things happen at gigs. I went to an Eric Clapton concert in 1988 where the person standing directly in front of me spent the night yelling “JESUS! FORGIVE ME! SAVE US FROM OUR SINS!” at Old Mano Lenta. I can only assume he once saw the famous [...]
Jaws 5: The Pool Shark
I’ve been thinking a lot about the film Jaws recently, particularly since Roy Scheider’s recent death one hundred and one days ago. Brother Younger is an even bigger Jaws fan than me. I once bought him a meticulous and ridiculously detailed model-slash-diorama depicting that unforgettable scene from the film where Gran Blanco Sharko attacks our [...]
The Breeders, Birmingham Academy, 13th April 2008
So here I am, and there I was – enjoying a sticky-floored Sunday evening at Birmingham’s bijou Academy 2. I was there to see The Breeders and it was all thanks to my friend – macaroon chomping Friend-of-Garfield Jez Higgins – who generously gave me the ticket that he bought just seconds before he realised [...]
The sound of a pin dropping…
Okay, for the last couple of weeks I’ve been as quiet as Marcel Marceau and prolific as Peter Gabriel. I have reasons for this. I always have reasons. The main one is that Clare, her wonderful 4 year-old daughter Lily, Kiki the family Kat and your’s truly are moving to a stylish newbuild apartment this [...]
Because I’m Fickle
Well whaddaya know: I’ve changed my mind already. Since watching Rocky Balboa last week with Clare I’ve decided that it deserves a place in my Top 10 Films of 2007. Yes, I saw it during the last week of January 2008, but it was released in 2007. My list. My rules. Don’t argue, Clare. It’s [...]
Stung
Last Tuesday night I went to see The Police by accident. Not that police – The Police. As in Sting, Andy Summers & Stewart Copeland. As in Roxanne, So Lonely and Every Breath You Take. That Police. It’s time for a confession. I bought the tickets so I could sell them on Ebay. That’s right, [...]
Oh, dear…
I stole this thoroughly appalling joke from my workpal Kuz and shamelessly used it on Saturday evening. Couldn’t resist, really. At the barbecue I turned to my friend Jonathan and said: “You live in the country so you might know more about these things than a city boy like me. A bloke in the pub [...]
Destiny Ties My Shoelaces Together
By way of a PS to my previous post…Spent last night at a housewarming where I caught up with some old and dear friends I haven’t seen enough of lately. So it goes. Jude & Jonathan – the housewarmers – live in a picturesque wee village somewhere in Lincolnshire, or possibly South Yorkshire. I can’t [...]
Stamp out Size-ism
Glasgow was fun – emotionally draining, but fun. But then it would be, wouldn’t it?I just have to share something that my brother Rob told me: He knows this guy called Lawrence, a big, bald, 6’5″ 65 year-old who bears more than a passing resemblence to Lawrence Tierney’s mob boss character from Reservoir Dogs [the [...]
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