I've been light on the blogging front recently, but i would have kicked myself if I hadn't made special mention of the fact that today marks the 20th anniversary of the release of The Redskins album, Neither Washington, Nor Moscow. Yes, I am apt to rip the piss of the SWP when the opportunity arises, and I've been known to mention Chris Dean's posho background in negative terms at the drop of the hat on this blog but for all that, I did bunk off school especially twenty years ago today to nip down to Our Price to buy the album on vinyl, and it's not often I can say that I bunked off School for a decent enough reason. (The only other time that springs to mind was when I had to nip down to Our Price to buy Orange Juice's In a Nutshell.
To mark the anniversary, Bazza's excellent Redskins fan site is offering up rare Redskins mp3s to download, and though the sound quality is not the greatest on some of the tracks they are still a must have.
Keep on, keepin' on.
32 comments:
I think this may be the longest time a post has gone without a comment on this site.
Buck up young man.
will, it's his own fault. Well, a post about a bunch of middle-class trot wankers? Neither Washington nor Moscow, my arse! They were always on the side of Moscow during the cold war, no matter what Respect say now!
but, yes, keep the gander up Darren.
A mate of mine summed them up thus (albeit inappropriately, perhaps): "I didn't mind the music, it was the quotations from Mao in between songs that did my head in."
Saw them with the Membranes at Manchester Poly and managed to lump a couple of empty cans in Chris Dean's direction after the show.
I wasn't going to throw full ones, was I?
Errr off topic (?) but i was once at a Frank Sidebottom gig in Newcastle when someone lobbed a bottle of Newkie Broon at him. It flew in a beautiful arc towards our gallant performer and was a site to behold (imagine if you will something akin to a slow motion scene). Its point of impact was Franks's big pretend heed whence the aforesaid fermented beveridge bottle lodged firmly in his cranium with the pointy end sticking in and the non-pointy end sticking out.
I never saw this happen to any of the Redskins - although i have seen them perform (once).
Hope that was of interest.
Have a nice day all.
Hi Will--
Good job it didn't hit Little Frank or there would have been trouble.
Hello there John my good anarchismo fellow and man of some renown in the world of blogs I here (nay - read sir)! A link from the mighty Norm t'other day must have set your pulse a racing at some speed comrade sir)! 'Tis a pity this young (ish) comrade who does owneth this blog, could not take an organ of photosynthesis and transpiration from your own book for then he could definitely conjure something most accomplished to behold.
As for myself, yay 'tis true I have tales a-plenty concerning gigs and the capers of merry men and - let us not forget - WOMAN!- at these gatherings of folk for the imbibing of strong liquer and jocular merriment. Alas the toon are kicking off now and it's a cup game on the proper telly - therefore, these tales of yore shall have to be awaited for in a future moment of leisure.
bugger. 1 - 0 down after 3 1/2 mins. John Terry scores.
Not all lost. Toon applying some pressure. Stalin's Shite not looking so good. We can but hope.*
*As long as Dyer and Bowyer divvint start smacking each other in the heed that is.
Official: Mark 'Lawro' Lawrenson has just said about ten minutes ago that Newcastle 'aren't out of it' as we are only 1 - 0 down.
He has hair like a thatched cottage roof tho' but.
Back to the game tho'. It has now developed into something that resembles watching chess pieces melt.
Scott Parker is excellent mind you.
More commentary soon...
Well, not much to report. Dull. 77 mins gone and Stalin's shite have just brought on about 99 million quid's worth of substitutes and taken off about 98 million quid's worth of 'substitutes'. Now ten minutes to go and all is woe.
Season is at an end...
At least I'm not a Bluenose.
best part of the whole thing was Joe Moorinoh tearing up his notes at the end.
Quality.
Will,
I specifically asked for an online running commentary of the Celtic/Inverness Caley Thistle game.
You Bolsheviks always let me down.
And what's all this discussion in the comments box about Frank Sidebottom. Someone will be waxing lyrical about Ted Chippenham next . . . .
I thought you'd like the Sidebottom. What's the matter with you? Too many curly wurlies giving you shit when buying yer bagels?
Never got the past the one joke of Our Frank. I much preferred Half Man Half Biscuit.
Hey, I'm not prejudiced: I now buy my bagels from my local bangladsehi deli.
Cheers.
I see Lisa's joined in the Frank references too now. Really putting Timperley on the map.
Ted Chippington was an utter genius, btw. "Saw a hippie emerge from his tepee day at Glastonbury the other day. I said, 'Alright Chief?'"
Class
Moody & Sankey, now there's a pair of fine tunesmiths. Both uplifting and instructive.
Redskins ? Is the West not already won ?
I cannot believe that this post got sixteen comments!
Seventeen now!
Are you happy now?
I love it, Will.
In fact I'm considering continuing this blog solely within the content of the comments section of this post. Keeping it hardcore, keeping it real and hiding my insanity dipped from head to toe in my inanity.
Keep 'em coming!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do we actually have to say anything of great import, or is it just enough to ask stupid questions like this?
There's some good stupid questions and answers to them here:
http://www.straightdope.com/columns/index.html
eg: Why do pigeons bob their heads?
Why is the sound of fingernails scraping a blackboard so annoying?
What did cows evolve from?
Water contains hydrogen and oxygen. Why doesn't it burn?
and so on. And on. And on.
I've had a rethink on the whole 'blogging within the comments box' idea. I think I see this comment box now more as the cyber equivalent of a concerned samaritan holding a mirror up to the mouth off a fallen passer by, and intoning the words to those all around him: "I must check if he is still breathing."
This comment serves to indicate that for the time being the blog is still coughing and wheezing, but it is getting awfully stuffy inside this comment box.
Will, do you ever change your socks?
socks?
Bourgeois.
Like gravy.
Socks are proletarian if worn with sandals.
What about dripping?
that's ok.
If it's beef dripping. With all that lovely jelly stuff. In between two slices of white bread. Oh, and loads of salt.
Otherwise, it tends to mirror the blatant opportunism of Battenburg cake.
oh. And look what you missed while living in a big fruit that comes in many varieties (although the English apple is much the superior I find).
Thanks for thinking about me, Will.
Even if it is just to taunt me about the radical sexiness of British TV programming, and how it doesn't look like any of these programmes will be shown any time soon on any of the 400 channels we have on our tv. ;-)
But I won't wail and bawl too soon. There is always the wee possibility that the programmes will be uploaded onto the bit torrent site, UK Nova. Then I can go through my usual ritual of downloading the programmes onto the computer, only to leave them unwatched and unloved for six months, until one fine day, I impulsively decide to delete the said programmes when I need to free up some space on the computer's hardrive so I can illegally download some Crispy Ambulance b-sides. It happens every 'effing time.
On a nostalgia trip, which is what this comment box has rapidly become ("I remember when he would eventually get round to updating his blog every six weeks with the same lame arsed opening line: sorry I've been a bit light on the blogging front lately, here's some links . . ."), is it just Leyton Orient Dave and myself - I can call him that; he doesn't read the blog - who remembers a series of six episodes from the mid-eighties on Channel 4 where each week, an actor with a passing resemblance to John MacLean or Ramsay MacDonald or Aneurin Bevan would give a monolgue to camera about the politics of the man and his time?
What was that series called? Who else was featured? Who wrote/commissioned it? And was it the same bloke behind Minipops?
So many unanswered questions . . .
Has this run its course yet?
Yes, it has.
Alright, already!
Not even for a little bit?
Go on and say coffee for me Kara. I'd like that.
(Divvint chin is Impy! Am ownly havin a laugh man)!
Sorry to disappoint, but I probably sound more Valley than New Yawk.
Like, for real.
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