Staying out, coming home
I need a high pressure valve installed... the word 'bootcut' lends a shiver... an abandoned Goblin Laser 1500 in Stratford Villas... we have been slack yes oh yes the shame of slack... the old razzle dazzle... the Three Sisters=forlorn and ineffectual... von Schlieffen=dead... we will return in two weeks... yours, the Vexacious Litigant...

Meanwhile, some recent haunts:-

The Osbournes. Better still, watch it on TV when it finally reaches the UK. Or if you can't wait, download the episodes off Hotline.

Free and legal mp3 downloads of songs that John Peel has featured on his Radio 1 show recently.

Bob Dylan on film, video and television. A comprehensive listing and loads of Real Video clips.

I was a moment that quickly passed - Alistair Fitchett's photo-essay documentation of the past.

Resonance 104.4 FM is "a radio station with no play lists, no smarmy DJs or pompous pundits; a radical alternative to the universal formulae of mainstream broadcasting." You can only hear it in North London though. At certain hours of the day. And even then the reception is appalling. But still, it's the TTC.

Frogs central - website of the charming band who brought the world 'grandma sitting in the corner with a penis in her hand
going no, no, no, no, no', 'these are the finest queen boys (i've ever seen)' and 'which one of you gave my daughter the dope?'

A Fall cartoon - in French.

Sex and Sunshine is one of the music weblogs I check out on a regular basis. Stevie Nixed is one of the others. They write well, and often, unlike some.

Idle hands

Shame on me for not updating, as I am reliably informed. I have been wicked, I have been lazy. Except when I am a 50% partner in an ill-conceived and increasingly tiresome World Cup Journal that I wanted to be a proper weblog all along, but I didn't get my own way waaaagh... and I was busy in arranging to pay half my worldly goods in exchange for a shiny new combination boiler with all the ensuing disruption and lack of hygiene, although that was more of a lifestyle decision. Plus, I didn't drink all last week, which was a mistake. Until Saturday, when I was watching the BBC's daft IQ test. I scored 124 despite being wankered on cider and having a mental rotation block and no paper folding ability.

Sometimes the only dose of wisdom I get is from the desktop calendar: "We are a gloomy people. It's so crikey cold and dark up there, and only fish to eat. Fish and imported honey. Oh strewth!"

I want to talk about music, that's why I'm here. I'm on a Dylan rediscovery kick. If it hadn't already been done by Tom Ewing a few months ago, I'd write the secret history of my life with Bob, from those giddy days we spent together spent in my bedroom as a teenager, to our secret marriage, our bitter breakup, and the tentative reconciliation. Soon...