Preamble Folk music of the mid 1960s to the early 1970s sounds best in autumn and winter, except Donovan, who’s made for spring and summer. The nights have drawn in, it’s raining a lot and it’s cold, which means that I’ve started listening The Pentangle again, which means that Mrs Middlerabbit has no truck with…
(Get) Back To School. Or, How The Beatles (Didn’t) Split Up In 1969.
“… it wasn’t a happy time. It said(on the back of the sleeve) it was a ‘new-phase Beatles album’ and there was nothing further from the truth. That was the last Beatles album and everybody knew it.” Paul McCartney, November 1971 I thought it would be good to go out, the shitty version, because it…
Not The World’s Strongest Man. Or, How I Mistook Billy Liar For An Instruction Manual. Updated.
“I had a really bad dream. It lasted 20 years, 7 months and 27 days.” Never Had No One Ever, The Smiths. This started off as a ramble about the confusing world of masculinity in which I grew up, in order to get me writing something other than my crap novel that magically gets even…
It’s Coming Home (To Roost). Or, How English Football Lost At The Euros, But Won Something Far More Important.
In 2018, I wrote an essay about England’s men’s football team and their performances at the 2018 World Cup in which they reached the semi-finals and lost to Croatia on penalties. Among my usual long-winded, drawn out set of wholly unrelated digressions, I wrote at length – for a change – about the statistics of…
My Nonny’s Dead. Tolerable Folk Music Part 3: Anne Briggs.
In my house, Anne Briggs is the aural equivalent of Marmite. Which, in itself, is unusual because mostly, even though the three of us currently living here have differing tastes in music with some overlap, mostly we’re not inclined to get too uppity about each others’ tastes that don’t tally with our own. Well, that’s…
Hey Nonny! Bagpuss and Learning Through Playing Together. Tolerable Folk Music, part 2.
In the first (oddly popular) part of this little series I mentioned that I’d been into folk music from being a little kid up to the age of about nine or ten, then I wasn’t into it until I was in my early thirties. What I didn’t really go into was why, either in terms…
Hey Nonny! Flaxen Haired, Lamenting Women Are Alright By Me. Tolerable Folk Music, part 1: Introduction, Shirley Collins and Davy Graham.
Folk Roots – New Routes: Shirley Collins and Davy Graham. I’ve written about my on-off relationship with Folk Music before and how I liked it, then didn’t, then did again. The last “did again” phase has been ongoing for maybe fourteen or fifteen years, which isn’t quite as long as the preceding “off” phase, which…
The Ultimate Battle of The Titans – David Bowie vs. Peter Noone. Sort of, but not really.
As is often the case, I didn’t actually mean to write about what I ended up writing about. I meant to write about Baroque ‘n’ Roll again, but instead I ended up getting bogged down about Peter Noone out of Herman’s Hermits, David Bowie, Nietzsche, Edward Bulwer-Lytton, and Sandie Shaw. I feel that I ought…
This Be The Curse. Or, We (Don’t) Mean It, Maaaan.
First things first: I’ve realised that my waffling has been getting worse, not better. When I first pressed what WordPress laughingly call the “publish” button, it was about 12,000 words long. About “normal” for me these days. And I got sick of reading it. As it was about my big deal, I thought I’d have a…
Pus In Cahoots. Or, Dominic Cummings’s Career as The Back End of A Pantomime Horse.
“Only a fool learns from his own mistakes. The wise man learns from the mistakes of others.“ Otto Von Bismarck. “He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.“ Sun Tzu. “The minimax: choose a strategy that minimises the possible maximum loss.” John Von Neumann on Game Theory. “Never interrupt…
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