!!! – Lilla Vega, Copenhagen 27/5/2017

People always ask me, "What's so fucking great about dancing?” Saturday 27th May 2017. It’s one of those days that feels like the Earth’s on fire. One of those days where it doesn’t matter what you wear just as long as it involves sunscreen, ice cubes and a hat. We (me and my better half,... Continue Reading →

The Loop

…which of course was locked.   After a few years I gathered up the courage to unlock the door, beyond which was yet another room, noticeably better than the one I was in. Without hesitation I stepped in allowing the door to lock itself behind me.   After a few months I grew bored with... Continue Reading →

Haircut

Whoa, what the fuck. He's cut that way too short. My own fault for daydreaming rather than keeping an eye on the old duffer I suppose. He's made me look like a right chav, just what I need in court tomorrow. It's too late to do anything about it. He can forget about getting a tip,... Continue Reading →

Bird on a Wire (1974) – Tony Palmer

Leonard Cohen tour documentary in much the same vain as Dylan’s earlier Dont Look Back. Filmed during laughing Len's '72 European tour this is as much about what goes on behind the scenes as what happens on stage. Thought lost for the past thirty years, it's an absolute joy to finally be able to watch... Continue Reading →

Bowie & Me 2

There were no virgins at my senior school. Everyone had 'done it' with various girls too many times to count. "You a virgin?" was the question everyone dreaded back then, and woe betide you if you didn't have a decent answer. My story was that I'd had it away with a girl I met in... Continue Reading →

Bowie & Me

Mid to late eighties, late night TV, I'm in the lounge, my dad is upstairs snoring for England. On the box is D. A. Pennebaker's concert film - Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. I like Bowie, like everyone else my age I've grown up with the singles, kissed girls that had Bowie lyrics... Continue Reading →

Begbie & Me

There have always been cats in my life, along with a few dogs here and there; but cats, like wonky teeth and record buying have been a bit of a constant for me. Bonnie was the first. She had a coat that looked like it'd been thrown together by the sort of person that would... Continue Reading →

Run

By the time I caught up with him he was bent double, hands on his knees, like an obese American forced to walk the final few hundred yards for his happy meal after his car had given up the ghost.  I wasn't doing much better myself, the crisp white blouse I'd put on that morning already ear-marked for... Continue Reading →

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