I meant to write about Yacht Rock, I really did. I like the word ‘yacht’ on account of how definite it sounds when anybody says it and I like how it’s spelled. I don’t particularly like yachts themselves but nor do I dislike them especially. I don’t know much – no, I don’t know anything about…
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Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered – A Small Story Of A Local Band – Part 1.
This is the the story of the last real band I was in. I say ‘real’ band because since then I’ve played here and there with bands who play covers at weddings, bar mitzvahs, birthdays and what have you but I don’t consider those to be real bands. Real bands write their own songs and,…
I Am The Carpenter. Or, See How They Run Like Pigs From A Gun: See How They Cry.
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said: “I deeply sympathize.” With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll. At junior school I didn’t have very much to do with girls, viewing them as being…
By Hull Central Library I Sat Down And Wept. Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love ‘2001’.
Until Star Wars, I thought people went to the cinema to weep. It did strike me as an odd thing to do but so did a lot of the other, apparently normal, things that normal people did. Normally. The first film I was taken to see at the pictures was ‘Snoopy Come Home’ at Hull…
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