EXPERIMENT: YOUNG’S ‘ORDINARY’
The question was, what happens when I drink exclusively Young’s Ordinary of an evening? The location was The Plough, Museum Street. And the occasion was Alan handing over some flyers. The results[…]

PUB SCIENCE
or
Let’s see if our brains still work
Myself and Alan were in the pub last night reading the paper, and we started to panic about our brains. Possibly something you do when downing intoxicants, how much of our brains which the gover[…]

Save Our Pubs {please}
“Book warns of last orders for ornate boozers“, writes Polly Curtis
in the Guardian.
English Heritage document the 250 alehouses still left replete with their original Victoriana glories (inc. London’s Black F[…]

THE FT TOP 100 SONGS
90. The Only Ones – “Another Girl Another Planet”
I cannot remember how, or why I had tickets to see The One, Peter Perrett’s mid-nineties bands playing on the fact that The Only Ones were no longer the on[…]

Day 17: No Sleep Til Brooklyn
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 LOUSY TUNES
Whilst there are people I would much rather be chained to in the world Simone has turned out to be rather resourceful. Actually when pushed I cannot think of many people I would enjoy b[…]

How Soon We Forget!
Greeting me at the tube the last couple of morning has been a poster for HUFF, a new sitcom starring Hank Azaria. “At last” sez one of the pull quotes, “Hank Azaria gets the starring vehicle he deserves…&#8[…]

The first series of Look Around You was a pastiche of a certain type of School’s science TV from the late seventies. It was short, sweet and really rather funny. The new series has been stretched to half an hour, is now more of a parody of earl[…]

In February Blog Seven is a Blog about love. Yeuch! What sappy nonsense I hear all the fourteen year old regulars round here go. But truth be told an obscene number of regular contributors are loved-up and go home to their sig others, wives and concu[…]

Translated Accounts by James Kelman
I’m not entirely sure what to make of this. It’s a bunch of short pieces, fragments, from a handful of narrators (three or four, the back cover says, and I’ll take its word for it), about living u[…]

Day 16: Seymour
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 LOUSY TUNES
The ache in my shoulder was incessant, like the purgatorial ache of a bass guitar yoked around my neck. Instead however I was yoked to this perky young rap fan who had spent much of the previous nigh[…]