I often ask myself that too. Especially on “Adult nite” (Thursday),
which is like a singles bar — except that there’s no booze allowed and they play too much Motley Crue and everyone’s on quads (old-skool rollerskates, n[…]

Why I Listen To Bob
At school, we lived in ‘Chambers’ during the day, around a dozen boys to a room, each with a wooden cubicle around a communal kitchen and fire. This sounds Medieval because it was Medieval. (more…)[…]

Lift To Experience – The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads
I don’t want to begin with a trope and have to carry through its execution. I don’t want an introduction giving me some context to work around; to seep into and out of. Now I am half way […]

…and worrying if there’s anything beyond it
The iPod helped, to an extent. Vacationing in Australia and New Zealand, I stuffed it with eleven days worth plus of music, mostly stuff I had sitting around that I had barely heard or just not […]

Alex came down last weekend and after the pub we went back home and listened to some records with Sarah. I had the remote for the stereo. I wanted to play them all the freshest, funniest tunes I’d found lately but it’s not a great idea to[…]

IntroductionIt was about 2 in the morning and I was trying to get a handle on Alexander the Great. I had a final exam coming up and I’d missed half the syllabus – and something else was missing; a way into the man’s head. Alexander […]

Jerry the Nipper on broken hearts, epic soundtracks and the immortal majesty of Baxendale
When your heart is not so much broken as subject to a spectacular compound fracture… When the plans you conscientiously drafted for months now seem as grandio[…]

MENACE OF THE CORRUPTING SEX-FEAST SHAME-CULT BITING INTO OUR YOUTH – THE LYSERGIC SUPER-MEN POISED TO ENSLAVE OUR VERY SOULS. By Al Ewing.
“ANGELS BEAT MY HEAD OPEN WITH A BIG ROCK… THEIR WINGS WERE MADE OF HUMAN FACES AND CHARLES FORT WAS[…]

Adventures In Eating, Part One
It was possibly the tastiest piece of meat I’d ever eaten. Seasoned, seared on all sides, and roasted in the oven for 25 minutes. After resting for a further 15 mins it was carved, a nutty brown on the outside and[…]

Pacotille is slang for “rubbish” and Pacotille wanted to make a hip-hop tape but he couldn’t even afford his own beats so he did it the hard way, splicing beats and intros from copied American records. He had it on sale in Dakar&#82[…]