And so we reach 1988…
It’s 240 days till Christmas. Hope you’ve got my present sorted out.
Here’s a thing about THE BEST CHRISTMAS SONG IN THE WORLD EVER.
All together now: “The vicar in a tutu. He’s not strange. He just likes to live his life this way…”
Great Scot! It’s 1985.
So here’s a piece about a song by Huey Lewis & The News.
A double Wham!-my (if you’ll pardon the pun) for my assessment of 1983 and 1984. Two songs from two years – and the choices might surprise you.
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Follow this link for ramblings about Lancastrian statistics, unusual sandwich fillings and, of course, The Clash.
For the second installment in a series rather narcisitically covering each year of my life it seemed sensible to move onto 1981.
Have butcher here, me old china!
Theatre Royal have a new album out. It’s their fourth by my reckoning. And it’s really quite good indeed. I’ve put a selection of words together on the subject right here.
My latest adventures as a burgeoning bibliophile have seen me take on Mark Radcliffe’s Reelin’ in the Years. Which gave me an idea…
Read on for one Stephen Morris’ thoughts on the work of another Stephen Morris (+ three friends).