Every day’s a school day! Well, you’d hope not in most ways, but it’s good to learn and a couple of the worst teachers I had – against some stiff opposition – taught me one of the most important things I ever learned in school. I was of a generation that wore short trousers to…
Author: MiddleRabbiting
Pointy nosed twat. Sad Greyhound Face. Dying At Sea.
I (Don’t) Wanna Be Your Dog. Or, How Identifying With Specific Species Of Non-Human Animals Had Unforeseen Consequences On My Outlook.
I was born into a household with a beagle in it. Sam wasn’t really all that domesticated but, spending much of my time in close proximity to the floor and periodically having a revolting smelling nappy meant that I was generally accompanied by him. They say that if you put a puppy with a litter…
I Wanna Be À Rebours. Or, It Don’t Come Easy. Unless It Does.
On things coming naturally and having to work at stuff. I like a lot of albums. Recently, I posted 10 albums that meant – probably, at least for those ten days – the most to me. Even though a lot of those records – and a lot more besides – do mean something in particular…
What (Musical) Difference Does It Make? Or, How The Silent Witch, Snooker and Snoozing Karmically Combined To End My Musical (Non) Career.
Whatever anyone tells you, being in a band is a pain in the arse. Starting a band seems like a massive pain and you’d think that it must get easier once you’ve finally found a group of people who can play a little bit and who get on and who want to play the same…
How I started smoking fags and still didn’t grow up fast .
“If I cannot smoke in heaven, than I shall not go,” Mark Twain. As a youth, I’d been quite the fervent anti-smoker. Neither of my parents smoked, although my mum used to before my old man, er, encouraged her to give up. At school, the hard, cool kids smoked in the traditional place –…
Something Of A Phenomenon, Telling Your Body To Come Along (to hospital on a semi-regular basis with Nobber).
By about 1985, I was into The Smiths but nobody else was, not at my school, anyway. Morrissey in particular was viewed with much derision by the kids I knew. Not me though: I thought he was brilliant. A couple of the cooler kids might grudgingly admit that Johnny Marr was alright, but that was…
Shitting (about) On The Dock For A Day (per month).
I’ve said that after I left school, I had a few full time jobs before I went to university. They all had their good points, but I think I probably had the most fun at Trading Standards. There was quite a variety of things that we had to do and I didn’t do most of…
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy. Or, How I Inadvertently Drove My Girlfriend Certifiably Insane. Allegedly.
As should have become apparent by now, as a child – at least – I was pretty confused about life on planet Earth. I was looking for a degree of consistency that didn’t seem to exist. I spent a reasonable amount of time trying to work things out but, to be honest, most of the…
Highbrow Fidelity. And Death.
Years ago, Hull was snowed under with second hand book and record shops. Not anymore, although it’s still better than a lot of places I visit. One of the main ones was called Sheridan’s and it was on Anlaby Road, not the number one salubrious area in the city. Sheridan’s sold books and records and…
Urgh. Icky!
Mickey – Toni Basil. Aged ten, I was a sucker, a rube, a schmuck. In the previous post, I’ve said how I accepted what my old man told me without question. It never occurred to me that a different point of view to his might be valid. To be more – or possibly less…
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