Nashville was as horrific as I expected. You could smell the rotten, fetid, stench of country music. People have often asked me how something which is composed of sound can have a smell. Maybe I have an advanced form of synesthesia, but to me all mus[…]

Since I was 13 years old, I’ve spent each season obsessed by the trials and tribulations of Barnet football club. So says Adam Blenford on the BBC website and so I could say. Except it would not be true. Admittedly I started supporting them wh[…]

Just because we forgot to blog it last week. Three days after discovering the pie heaven that was the Pillars Of Hercules, we returned to find: all the pies were gone. We wondered if Wiley had popped into the PoH so altered was the pie situation. So […]

Dave’s evocative piece of party activism, reminds me of my own stint as a party activist. I joined the Labour Party when I was 18 (really cheap youth rates) and had been mailshat before the 1992 election so see if I wanted to volunteer. I had j[…]

I was doing a piece on the 2001 election in a similar vein to the one I did on 1992, which has turned from a post into an essay.
* Probably John Major’s best set-piece gag, when he said to Neil Kinnock “‘He draweth out the thread of[…]

Two films I saw on Saturday both full of the hell of anticipation. Both dripped with potential tragedy, pre-dripped if you will by their trailers. One worked, one didn’t. The films? The Assassination Of Richard Nixon and Bullet Boy.
TAORN has o[…]

The 2001 Election by Dave Boyle
I was on pins for the 2001 election. For most of the country, it seemed a foregone conclusion, but the marginal I was working in, we didn’t have a clue. We knew that ultimately, the ability to form a government w[…]