There is a very large gap between these front covers of Mojo and Uncut magazine featuring Nick Drake on the cover, but they both look great. As l am a sad bastard, l am seriously considering getting this months Uncut (the middle picture), despite already owning it, as l have the subscribers edition further below, which may be a great photograph of Nick, but l'd like the two similar looking editions.
Once again, l need more money and a bigger house.
Or treatment.
Tonights Eurovision highlight. Mel Giedroyc churning butter. Something l never imagined happening, even in my wildest dreams. England is mad.
I don't go to many festival these days, as l prefer smaller gigs, but curiosity might make me get tickets for this one.
This is the site for the original Las Vegas strip in 1952. The place has changed a bit since then.
Did you know the twitter bird image is formed from circles? Can you see it yet?
Given up? Here you go.
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Bit of an obstacle with trying to watch TV this evening. Mr Parrot is demanding some attention.
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This mornings breakfast. How l'm not 30 stone or had a heart attack beats me. Good job l'm indestructible.
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If l ever win the lottery, this is what my front room would look like. A man can but dream...
The tallest structure in our Solar System, at a mere 72,000 feet tall, and 13.63 miles wide.
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So there is a God
Might give this little beauty a spin today, as everyone else seems to have forgotten about it.
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Some excellent albums in the charts (I've got all of the top 11 and plenty of the others). Obviously a lifetime ago, but seems like yesterday.
David Hepworth in The Guardian has reviewed Daniel Rachel's new book on The Beatles, which sounds interesting, but straight away annoyed me with inaccuracies about John Lennon's ability to throw a rock through Paul McCartney's window.
He quotes from the book...
In one passage the author wonders whether John really could have thrown a brick the 75 metres (246ft) it would have taken to break the front window of Paul’s home in St John’s Wood.
Now I admit l haven't measured the distance, but even my puny arms could manage that.
These kind of mistakes annoy me so much, so I'll probably give the book a miss.
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This made me laugh because it's pretty funny, but rather sadly, l can also really relate to it.
