Don’t drag no more

July 1, 2017


June 1, 2017

Today is the oldest

you’ve ever been.

Today is the youngest

you’ll ever be.

So enjoy Today while it lasts.

My little town

June 1, 2017

“Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in my little town”, sang Simon and Garfunkel back in 1975. “This town’s becoming like a ghost town”, sang the Specials in 1981. In hindsight the seventies and eighties was a golden age. My little town had a hundred thriving independent shops then. And even a Woolworths. I surveyed the desolation of my local town yesterday and wondered why the whole lot can’t be bulldozed down so they could start again. One bank has been turned into flats. The others are derelict. The few crumbling three-storey Victorian shop fronts still trading are great if all you are looking for is a new tattoo and some ecigs. Long gone are the Bakers, the 5 Butchers shops, the Fishmongers, the Ironmongers, the 4 Shoe shops, the 7 Clothes shops, the Photographers, the 3 Record shops, the Model shop, the fruit and veg shops, the Cinema, the Hat shop! etc etc. There are six tatty Charity shops now though dotted amongst the numerous boarded-up premises.

I’m currently reading a book entitled “When the lights went out: Britain in the 1970s” written by Andy Beckett. Although a bleak picture is painted of Industrial unrest, political upheaval (that’s nothing that’s any different in any decade) and inflation, I don’t recall any empty shops on the High Streets then. In the early 1970s I lived in the West Midlands. There were loads of small shops to visit. Newsagents on every street corner had Marvel and DC comics. Every town had two or three independent record shops. Charity shops were in their infancy. Perhaps there was an Oxfam shop. Far more common were second-hand shops and junk shops. Again, in hindsight I probably bought the wrong things from them. Victoriana was for sale for a few shillings. I was more interested in the boxes of second-hand singles and LPs.

So in the 1970s I began collecting Ska, Rock Steady and early Reggae singles. Strange colourful labels, often with different artists on each side of the single. Sometimes the B side was an instrumental version/backing track of the A side. And the music was so uplifting. Now I’m in my sixties I tire of listening to the “serious” Rock LPs/CDs I used to love. They seem destined to never leave their shelves again. But listening once more to stuff like this really cheers me up.


June 1, 2017

If you’re looking for something to keep the kids (or Grandkids) quiet for a few minutes during the half-term holidays (if you can tear them away from their smartphones), then head over to . You can buy stuff and there’s loads of free stuff too. I’m now the proud owner of a paper Rocketeer helmet, a Monkeemobile, a FAB1 and an extremely odd looking Triumph Herald.

Thirty one

May 1, 2017

Hooray! I’ve recently compiled another audio file. This is Number Thirty One. Here’s an opportunity to dance to yet more of the music that nobody likes.

PS: There was a time when I spent hours on this stuff. I would agonize over what tunes to include and spend an hour deciding what order they would appear in. This one from five years ago is still one of my favourites. I’m off to listen to it again whilst mowing the lawn.

More Effing

March 1, 2017

Did you notice a few years ago when this Blog jumped the shark? It is about to once again as I have recently rediscovered that section of my audio archive containing a shedload of cover versions of Cee Lo Green’s frankly wonderful 2010 hit “F**k You”. Some songs sound even better as an acoustic version.


February 1, 2017

It seems recent posts here aren’t as good as they used to be…whatever that means. They’ve always been inconsequential rubbish as far as I’m concerned. It takes a lot of work to produce this. I employ a full time team of web designers with the task of giving this blog the appearance that it is produced by someone totally clueless. As with this audio file. Millions of tunes have been analysed and dismissed before the seventeen incredibly annoying and three majestic tunes were finally chosen. I suffer for my art. I don’t see why you shouldn’t too.