It's "interesting" that his schtick is often that people need to "man up" and stop being so "easily offended". It's almost – almost – like he's a howling prick of a man who bases his wilfully contrary opinions on what he feels will get him the most social media "traction".
Good news! In 2035 you can celebrate 16 years of sitting on your hole as Clown Car Brexit happened and the worst Tory government in living memory continued to beat Labour like a dirty carpet. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Awww, lovely Kitty Neeson has passed away. She worked in our school canteen and we all loved hanging out with her as she was lovely and would sneak us food. She refused to move to Hollywood to be with Liam as she’d miss all her friends in the ‘mena.
The first sighting of a *finished copy* of this “amazing” “book”. (WARNING: it’s out in a month and I will be pulling the arse out of it between now and... the end of time.)
Coronation Street (14th July 1976). Hilda is keen to show off her new muriel to Bet and Mrs Walker - their reactions range from nonplussed to speechless.
This is quite something. Paul Simon on the Dick Cavett Show. The interview is a bit meandering and he alludes to a brewing estrangement from Art Garfunkel and then – HOLY FUCK – he talks through exactly how he wrote ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’.
Recalling the bestworst “eating on public transport” thing I’ve ever seen. Person on the Tube opens a pack of feta and eats it like it’s a chocolate bar. A dry, chalky chocolate bar. The whole thing. Then ends by tipping up the pouch to their mouth to drink all the “juice”. 😐
@missbarton
The perfect distillation of that old Mark Ellen line. There are only two types of people in the world: those who like Van Morrison; and those who’ve met Van Morrison.
@LenniCoffey
I went on a date years ago where the other person asked no questions. So I stopped asking questions. They sat in silence. I wondered how long we could both sit silent. I broke after two minutes and started asking questions again. We are now married. (There was no second date.)
The UK is fundamentally based on just two "groups" whose existence previously went unspoken:
- there are kind and good people who often think of how their behaviour and actions could impact on others who might not be as safe/happy/comfortable as they are;
- and there are cunts.
Shout out to overpriced, chiselling, incompetent, battery-farming
@VirginTrains
. Every carriage on the “service” out of Euston right now. Their infantile and twee marketing is making up for it, though.
In news to absolutely no one who studies the popular music songs and cultural impact of singing men The Beatles, this is a phenomenal book that reports from inside Fortress Fab just at the very moment they go stratospheric.
I wrote this *eight years ago* bemoaning the fact that the BBC Sound Of... poll had been desperately coopted by the marketing arms of the major labels and is not fit for purpose. Plus, and this is your actual French, ça change...
I am not one to “blow” my own “trumpet”, but in this instance I DNGA”fuck”. The Final Days Of EMI has been picked as one of the *five best music books of the year* by the Financial Times. FUCKING ACTUAL HELL.
Years ago for a piece in The Word magazine on the best Irish people, I insisted that Cathal Coughlan was top of the list. Because he was. The greatest Irish person. RIP.
“Weren’t the 1990s brilliant?”
“Yeah. I remember when Oasis and Tony Blair battled for number 1 in the toilet in Trainspotting and Damien Hirst did a painting of Michael Jackson showing his arse to Louise Out Of Sleeper. Iconic.”
“Now here’s a classic session by Cast.”
I’ve been to “Glastonbu” twice. The first time was “alright, I guess”. The second time was The Worst Time Of My Entire Life. And I lived through “The Troubles” (including six years in Long Kesh).
Someone pays billions for a company and decides to radically overhaul it without actually understanding the complexities inherent in what they’ve bought – and it all goes terribly, sadly wrong? We definitely haven’t heard that story before. HEM HEM.
@FiFiSG
The WORST thing I ever saw on public transport was someone on the Tube eat a pack of feta like it was a chocolate bar and then, when they had finished, tip up the pouch to drink the "juice". 😐
It's 29 years ago today that Suede released their debut album. Which means it's 29 years and one day ago that I saw them at the Limelight in Belfast and THIS happened halfway through the first verse of 'The Drowners'.
I’ve lived in London 21 years and I can say, with absolute certainty, that the very worst place in the whole of London is Paddington Station. Fuck it and fuck that little marmalade-eating cunt in the duffel coat.
I mean, fuck that family. Fuck every one of them. Fuck their enablers. Fuck their apologists. Fuck everything about that immoral, self-interested, self-entitled, freewheeling fatberg of fuckers.
NO AUDIENCE OF “CUDDLY DADS” AROUND TO BUY TICKETS TO THE GIGS WHERE YOU CONTINUE TO PULL THE ARSE OUT OF AN ALBUM YOU MADE [checks calendar] *31* YEARS AGO.