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Feel the music/ And you'll wonder/ Is he a Yankee?/ No I'm a London-aaargh The views expressed here are personal, not that of my employee. Owner of Everybody's Number 1 to Someone, a blog about NME Indie Chart toppers: https://indienumber1s.blogspot.com
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Call me a prude, but the beak and talons would scare me

Tonight I would like to ask West Midlands Railway how the fuck it’s possible to have so few staff that you can’t run trains on an entire branch all evening. But this isn’t Twitter so nobody would answer.

I know I'm never going to be asked to go on Would I Lie To You, but I just tried to think of a life event so extraordinary that a panel of people might consider it to be a lie. I cannot think of a single thing. Everything about my life is entirely plausible. Obviously I'm a very ordinary man.

Been stuck in meetings all day with indigestion and I’m really beginning to envy my dog’s ability to guff freely everywhere, without regard for anyone else.

I went to NextDoor to see what people in my area were making of this. At least half them are saying "Well good luck to him, it's not as if the older guys have been any good, any change is good change IMO!" People seem very wedded to this idea of "Any change is good change" at the moment.

We tend to think of grifters as people who make stuff up in order to defraud people, but a case like this makes me wonder if they’re compulsive fantasists who just happen to see an opportunity to monetise that tendency www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Tbh, I would assume that any haunted garment would cause at least some issues.

If, like me, you occasionally find yourself missing Pacers, I've just discovered that Bond Of London Spearmint Chews are basically the same. They even have that same pleasing "chewy end of a Berol pen" consistency to them.

The Black Tower - drolly-narrated bleakly satirical short film taking aim at the relentless alienating march of modern urban architecture with the tale of a man silently pursued by an ominous encroaching newbuild. Unsurprisingly beloved of early Channel 4. timworthington.org/2023/12/14/l...

this story gets weirder, grimmer and creepier by the minute

Look at the size of that sausage.

Another thing that seems to have been completely wiped out of digital history (apart from this video evidence) - the original version of The Farm's "Love See No Colour". A more laidback mix was released in 1992 and that now seems to be treated as the "proper" version. youtu.be/qEUSkA3OQU8?...

Blimey. I was doing a bit of research on indie-pop group The Chesterfields just now, and I had absolutely no idea that: a. David Goldsworthy had died after a blow to the head b. Police were stumped by how he died, and investigated the possibility that it may have been ice falling from an aircraft.

Loads of teenage metallers in the park. I haven't heard of the bands on their T-shirts, but beyond that, it's the same lager drinking, beard growing and larking about I saw in what was called "Fluffy Beard Corner" in our sixth form common room.

I'm going to pitch a greatest hits compilation celebrating the writer of We Don't Talk Anymore. I'm calling it Lasting Power of Alan Tarney.

Just seen an article about a reasonably well known musician and, surprise surprise, 50% of the comments beneath are from smartarses simply asking "Who?" Why do people do this? I don't respond to travel articles with "Never heard of it" or "Never been there" because it's a waste of everyone's time.

I just wrote 'Why it's okay to keep writing the same poem again and again'. buttondown.com/niall/archiv...

Absolutely this.

Bought my son a comic earlier came with a free toy, with a serious font fail. I sat there reading dp anal & wondered what the fuck

Sad: when a friendship ends from a difference in philosophy, politics or a misunderstanding. Just Plain Depressing: when a friendship has simply reached its expiration date.