


Booze, news and views from a drunken opinionated fool who can't spell very well, may well repeat himself, and can't blame it on dislexia

This is the sort of politician we should have in the UK. The mayor of Reykjavik, Jon Gnarr opened up their Gay Pride festival dressed as his buxom alter ego, and then slagged off the mayor (himself) for not attending.The Troggs Tapes from towersopenfire on Vimeo.
I always thought that is what the quote was until watching the IT crowd on Friday night. Apparently I was wrong. Here are the top ten misquoted phrases
1) A damp squid (a damp squib)
2) On tender hooks (on tenter hooks)
3) Nip it in the butt (nip it in the bud)
4) Champing at the bit (chomping at the bit)
5) A mute point (a moot point)
6) One foul swoop (one fell swoop)
7) All that glitters is not gold (all that glisters is not gold)
8) Adverse to (averse to)
9) Batting down the hatches (batten down the hatches)
10) Find a penny pick it up (find a pin pick it up)
Damn the English language
toodle pip
I was on a web site ( The Word) where people were listing 50 gigs they went to from memory in under 5 minutes. Here was my contribution, although l later added another 50, just because l can (and l am an old sad bastard)
The first 50 were
Dylan
Quo
Springsteen
Dr Feelgood
Hanoi Rocks
Deus
Chuck Berry
Motorhead
Def Lep
Queen
Eric Clapton
The Waterboys
The Hothouse Flowers
World Party
Lone Justice
The Wonder Stuff
The Cure
The Mission
The Hollow Men
The Stone Roses
Primal Scream
James
The Happy Mondays
Don Mclean
Ted Hawkins
The Alarm
Big Country
The Cult
Rainbow
Chuck Berry
The Kinks
Led Zeppelin
Iggy Pop
Sham 69
The Jam
Slade
Eddie And The Hot Rods
Lone Star
Aerosmith
Whitesnake
ZZ Top
AC/DC
Bad News
Tygers Of Pan Tang
The Ramones
The Boo Radleys
Oasis
John Otway
Dr And The Medics
Hawkwind
The second 50 were
The Rolling Stones
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band (I remembered them this time)
Thin Lizzy
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Adam And The Ants
Culture Club
Van Morrison
Johnny Cash
Billy Bragg
Robyn Hitchcock
Katrina and the Waves
Gary Glitter
Kasabian
The Cherry Bombz
Golden Earing
Saxon
Gillan
Wilko Johnson
Jonathan Richman
The Pixies
Reef
Jet
The Polyphonic Spree
Placebo
Reverend And The Makers
The Ting Tings
Squeeze
Radio Stars
U2
Patti Smith
The Pretenders
Graham Parker And The Rumour
UFO
The Lurkers
The Spin Doctors
Simple Minds
Teenage Fanclub
Penetration
The Buzzcocks
Teardrop Explodes
Dexy's Midnight Runners
The Stranglers
Judas Priest
Iron Maiden
The Blue Aeroplanes
Fairground Attraction
A House
Grant Lee Buffalo
Hamell On Trial
Geno Washington
Think l might be scrapping the barrel a bit if l try for another 50, but l might surprise myself (although it would take longer than 5 minutes to remember 50 more). I need to get out more.
toodle pip.

Pretty much a pleasant afternoon, relaxing and catching up with stuff I'd taped (and ignoring the telephone and front door).
Here's someone who has just had a worse day than me. The monitor lizard that is being swung around by the elephant in the Corbett National Park. The elephant caught it, and has been putting it down now and again to do other things, but has then continued to pick it up and swing it round. That lizard would have had one hell of a headache. Of course the lizard may have enjoyed it, maybe they are buddies, and it is a bit like being on a fairground ride. Somehow though, l doubt it.
Here's something you don't see any more (I think). Dolly birds on the back of lager tins. These are Tennents lager cans from back in the day. I might be wrong, but l am pretty sure the pictures made the lager taste that little bit sweeter. Maybe l should start a petition to bring them back.
A classic tale of terror starring Gregory Peck, who refuses to believe his little bundle of fun might be the devil himself. He eventually gets persuaded he is, and then has to kill the little white beast (see what l did there?), even though he should have listened earlier and saved a lot of lives in the process. Dated but still worth watching (first time l had seen it all the way through). l am now tempted to get 666 tattooed upon my person (ooer).
Wow! This was just so far fetched it was embarrassing. Admittedly there has to be a story somehow, and l am willing to overlook a lot of the things that happen in the movie, but this was bad. l did hang on until the end, to see what happened to the two 'linked since birth' next door neighbours, so l suppose the film worked in a way, but l just put that down to my general laziness and unwillingness to move from the sofa. The main lad in the film, Pig (Cillian Murphy), was a bit of a bad 'un to say the least, always getting into fights, and acting like a right 'id-jut'. Of course no-one had a go at him and there were no bouncers in any clubs to break up the fights His love from next door gets glassed in one pub, but then goes to a disco afterwards (and gets let in with blood still on her - still no bouncers). He goes to a bad kids school and walks on a table, being a prat, but no-one shouts at him or hits him (and of course there were no supervisors about). The final one however, is the worst. He goes to a disco, beats someone to death in the middle of the dance floor while everyone stands in a circle watching, (still no bloody bouncers), and then goes out after his girl and follows her into a taxi. No-one gives chase of course, stops him, or even takes the taxi's number. Two hours of my precious aching life gone forever, never to return, and for what? Sheer hatred of those sorts of films to keep nagging at the back of my mind and prevent me from sleeping soundly tonight. Bastards!
Myself and the FPO watched the (1992) film of this last week (me for the second time), and both really enjoyed it. The best role was John Malkovic, who is really convincing as a big, dumb, hard man Lennie, (who wants to live off "the fat of the land" and look after rabbits).
This was pushed through my letterbox (ooeer) a short while ago, and l finished reading it last week, but have no idea where it came from. I think I have some vague recollection of somebody asking me if l had read it when l was out and about (and drunk), but l may be having some kind of false memory syndrome going on there. Anyway, the book is what you would expect, some insightful stuff, and then lots of slagging everyone off. Well worth reading if you are a sad bastard like me, who lives by the rules of rock and roll (don't ask - there are too many). I am sure I will be out and about again and someone will ask me if l enjoyed it, then l will be able to return it (eventually). My money is on Powlie or Steve.
Saw this yesterday and was not really expecting a lot from it. In fact, I thought I would probably only watch a bit of it and then switch it off when it became too crap. Amazingly, it turned out to be OK, although l still would not recommend it to anyone. I don't really find Steve Martin that amusing, but Eddie Murphy plays two parts in it and is mighty funny, so he makes up for it. Eddie has done so many crap films, it's easy to forget what a comedian he can be. His live (video at the time) show years ago was one of the funniest things l have seen (although not as good as Richard Pryor's). In fact, it's about time he did some more stand up. I'll have to give him a call and persuade him.
Watched this earlier on this evening. It was made by Mike Leigh in 1975 (shown first in January 1976), and it really shows. The roads are deserted, the clothes (and tracksuits) are terrible, the prices ridiculous, the tents are out of this world, and Alison Steadman (who plays Candice Marie) is still young.