Saturday, June 28, 2008

Marat Safin

Crikey, there really is fuck all on telly (and don't say Heroes - it's Uber Shite - get a fucking writer). So thank god for Wimbledon. Even though my favourite player Andy Roddick got dumped out in the 2nd round by some Spanish twat with glasses, unseeded World Number 75 Marat Safin is charging through. He demolished no 3 seed Djokovic and now I'm into him going all the way.
Go Marat.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Big Fuck Off Spider

Well, I was going to complete my fantastic compilation cd 'Variety El Punko 2' today. I know how many of you out there are feverishly waiting for your copy after the gigantic success of the first one.
Anyhow, I went out to the garden shed to dig through more boxes of my scratched & generally badly looked after 70s vinyl, but there was a fucking mammoth spider in there. It was just inside the door so I couldn't go in lest he get behind me. Seriously, it was as big as my fucking foot. I guess I'll just have to wait for it to die.
Expect 'Variety El Punko 2' in, well, at least the autumn.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Tennis Flop

Say what you like about Tim Henman or Greg Rusedski, but at least they turned up for their matches.
Andy Murray, our great British hope in the world of tennis, is turning out to be a simpering cry-baby tosser who seems to fall over in agony if a moth flies too near his head. For God's sake, man, get a fucking grip. Not turning up for a quarter final because you hurt your thumb is pathetic. I thought the Scots were supposed to be hard. Bring back John Lloyd.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Monday, June 02, 2008

The Magnificent Seven

Blimey, Mr Shirt's passed on a great little delve into the self indulgent. There's nothing I love more than making lists:

"List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to."

1/ Hot Butter : 'At The Movies'
Actually the B-side of 'Popcorn', which is itself a great piece of, I dunno, Pop, I found it recently and had forgotton how wonderful it is. It should be twenty minutes long but is, in fact, only two and a half.

2/ Amy Winehouse : 'Back To Black'
I actually really do know nothing about her other than that which The Daily Mirror tells me. I don't know anything by her other than this. I do know that she's right rough, so El Duderino probably fancies her. I actually discovered this track when it was covered by X-Factor skanks Hope last year. I'll post their version when I get a minute. Still, a delightfully depressing song.

3/ Elvis Costello : 'Goon Squad'
Been quite into Costello's first three albums lately, as I've trawled through my vinyl having recently resuscitated my record player, and any song containing the line 'You'll never get to make a lampshade out of me' has to be recoginised as genius on some level.

4/ John Murphy : 'In The House In A Heartbeat'
Fucking brilliant piece of Morricone-esque grunge used in '28 Days Later' - a shit film with good music. If you haven't heard it check it out, I promise you won't be disapointed.

5/ Girls At Out Best! : 'Go For Gold'
Ah, again I found this just last week and couldn't believe how fucking brilliant they were. Although I can't find my copy of their only (I think) album 'Pleasure', which is slightly worrying, I've been playing this and 'Politics' to death. They should have been huge. God bless Judy Evans.

6/ The Saints : 'This Perfect Day'
Again, a rediscovery, and the only record I have by them. That could be a crime.

7/ Mick Ronson : 'Billy Porter'
Oh, what a fucking God. Kid Shirt put this on last time I was round at his den, and I've been playing it in the car ever since. Just perfect.

So, only seven, eh? That hurts because I feel really bad about leaving out 'First Time' by The Boys. Still I've written it down and nothing bad's happened, except that my balls ache, but that's entirely unrelated and a story for another time.

Now, I'm supposed to pass this on to 7 others to do, which could be a problem as I'm not sure I know 7 bloggers who haven't already been appointed to this task...

St Anthony

Bug War (even though I think he might be dead)


Heather Locklear (yes, she does know of this blog's existence).

Er, that's it. I really don't know enough people.