Increasingly irrelevant popstar blasts equally dull popstar for using cancer charity gig as a platform for anti-war views, whilst using said criticism as a self-aggrandizing piece of publicity. What is most amusing by this Laim gallagher create-a-quo[…]

Can you pick your favourite from the Time Out Pub Of The Year competition? Oddly much of the publog regulars are in a position to take part this year having been to almost all of the pubs (and come on, how can a pub in Greenwich win). We are currentl[…]

Your pop news in brief.
Junior Senior love fun. We love them.
It is Scandalous the Mis-teeq didn’t get to number one past that rubbish novelty comic relief version of Spirit In The Sky (rubbish because it isn’t even as funny as the Doctor[…]

Suggestion that while British pop might be good, but British popstars are rubbish. Play (a lousy name for an album = a lousy name for a band) a Swedish girl group will be attempting to crack America with covers of great British pop songs of the last […]

They wouldn’t let me buy the Busted album on Friday. Who are they? The people who worked in J Sainsbury’s Express in Crouch End. Why? Well they gave be some nonsense about not having the key to the CD drawer. But actually they were making[…]

Pubs as the only restaurant in town in suburban satelite “villages”. My sister live is a dormitory town – that’s the only way to describe it. A development (you would never call it an estate) of new developments out in leafy H[…]

Pubs as vital social organs in villages. This Guardian story is heart warming stuff (unless you are the landlord in question of course) – though it is tainted by the hand of CAMRA a touch. It does put in mind the idea though that a country pub […]

I’ve just realised what my problem with Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River” is. After all the insideous funky beat is one of the most joyous things in the charts at the moment, and Justin knows how to go falsetto for effect. […]

A quick perusal of Steve’s guide to our trip to Brussels will unearth the odd reference to that old favourite subject of the Publog. The Pub Nutter. Over the case of our bar slouch (not pubs, not crawling) we came across three of this breed. Al[…]

Talk of Spice Girls reunion is nonsense. Well they say careless talk costs lives but this is a bit harsh. There I was, down the pub the other day, trying to work out exactly when we would see the reunion tour* – and some spokesperson for a non[…]