Ooh that’s a Big One
I went to see Belle and Sebastian at Somerset House earlier this month and at the bar, they sold two pint plastic glasses.

The first glass you see is a normal pint glass in my hand. I was drunk and channelling Father Ted […]

All those people, all those lives: I read once that the average lifespan of a weblog is around two months. Music blogs tend to last a bit longer – we are a tenacious, obsessive lot, and blogs with one or two year lifespans are not uncommon (may[…]

Teetering on the Edge of the Precipice of Spannerism
G’s post about the Routemaster Festival reminds me of the time I went to the London Transport Acton Town Depot.
I’d been to the London Transport Musuem and thought it absolutely superb.[…]

Tuica
Of all the booze I brought back from Romania (including this tasty little goer), the strangest is Romania’s national drink, Tuica.
Brewed from the latest technology tuica stings your throat like grappa’s crazy cousin. Basically, it[…]

Tomato soup, I love you — tomato soup has always been one of my vices, graduating from the basic Campbell’s can plus milk combination of my younger days to something more elaborate and tasty in various combination since. And tonight for […]

Getting it wrong — indirectly inspired by the comments below on the latest from Simon. I now wonder how much somebody getting something wrong intrigues me as a result, by which I can mean creating music and/or (more importantly for this discus[…]

Links
A-Z of Europop: very useful.
Looking Askance From ’63: well-written and diverse MP3 blog.
Lots could be said about Simon R’s latest post – clearly we’re meant to hold our leftist hands up in horror and defeat at the ment[…]

a celebration of the critical strengths of not bothering actually even to listen (or indeed read): obviously i can see why this saves time – it is EXTREMELY handy to have a little codebook which tells you in advance where good music must come f[…]

THE SQUARE TABLE 7/ Lou Reed – “Satellite Of Love ’04”
POP FACTOR: 460 CONTROVERSY SCORE: 255
Lou Reed must surely have one of the most horrible voices in rock: a weak, blank, tissue-thin method-acting smug smirk. I’m f[…]

The Indycars on Channel 5 are, in one way, ideal viewing at about half-one in the morning. The commentators are unfailingly dull , and the action (My brother: “So basically all they do is keep turning left?”) gets squished into forty minu[…]