TANYA?S RAINBOW OF RUBBISH (BONUS ENTRY!): Shitti Politti
Clever pun, eh readers? And every bit as clever was Green Gartside, singer, songwriter and eventually (his comrades having fled) sole member of Scritti Politti, the 1980s foremost deconstructi[…]

Bookies refuse to run a book on the Brits… And I don’t blame them. Not because I think they are fixed, though some of the picks for members of the so-called Brit Academy may seem somewhat odd (coughs). I would trust the Electroal Reform S[…]

More on the nation’s top pop story i.e. the white female Jackson 5 tribute band. They are to fight on you’ll be pleased to hear, and NYLPM will fight on with them for as long as we can be bothered to check Ananova. Full story here![…]

TANYA’S RAINBOW OF RUBBISH: The Green, Green Grass Of Home – TOM JONES
Oh, he’s a right leather-faced boyo is our Tom Jones. A real eighteen carat charmer. Actually, I have confession to make. That renaissance he had in the eighties[…]

The beer itself isn’t normally a topic here. But we all have our favourites. Mine is Robinson’s Best, which never tasted so good as when it was pulled in the pub surrounded by the brewery in Stockport on three sides. Seeking to renew my a[…]

Lengthy Absence Having forgotten all my old passwords for Blogger. I have only been to two pubs this year – 1) The Head, 2) All Bar One. This must not stand. How about going to 37 out of the 38 All Bar Ones in London, and then you could say: &[…]

Last Orders: As I said below in the cursory review of the hideous Coronet, I like movies and I like pubs. Therefore I’m going to like a movie about pub culture, right? Even if it is named after that most loathesome of phrases uttered from behin[…]