Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 3.

Management ‘team‘, as Shandy Boberts liked to describe the set up in the box room of his house in Northallerton in place; an unusually large local following and songs flowing thick and fast in my living room, we were “poised,” as he described it, to start making it into “The Big Time“.  Nothing could have…

Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 2.

The timing of The Drummer’s sacking and the recruitment of Moggy was what you might call ordinary.   We’d been working towards a date at the end of Hull university’s academic year when they had a festival planned.  Demos were being taken in by the organisers in order to establish the lineup and running order…

The Flaws Of Perception. Or, On The Cis Pension Of Reality.

This post came about after hearing a transgendered person stating in a television interview that, “I want to be perceived as female.”  I’d been thinking about perception and reality for some time and this person made me realise something I’d not previously considered.  I’d been contemplating the different ways that different people perceive reality and,…

Mormon Your Own Again. Or, Religions and Bums: Part 3.

When I click the ‘publish’ button on this website, it automatically sends a Tweet on, er, Twitter.  The last couple of posts here have ‘attracted’ a Jehovah’s Witness or two, apoplectic about my apparent misrepresentation of their joyless religion.  That I don’t have my facts straight, how I could have learned the truth had I…

…And No Religion (Part) 2: Jehovah’s Missionaries.

Even though I had family who were part of the Jehovah’s Witness thing, I had no interest in joining them in what I considered to be a sort of half-arsed death cult.  Well, death cult might be a bit strong but most of what they seemed to do was related to death.  Or being dead,…