tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32345990004840149292024-03-05T15:55:46.471+00:00the mithering times<b>mithering</b>, present participle, <i>bothersome, worrying</i>.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-87318379964223417892013-07-25T19:15:00.001+01:002013-07-29T16:10:58.302+01:00Up Against The Wall XXVIII: Southern SoftiesWe've not had an Up Against The Wall, our highlighting of angry, frustrated and just plain rude graffiti for a while. Here's a slightly different one found on the Central Line in that there London instead. Kissy kissy.<br />
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Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-74487441886470907192013-07-11T13:57:00.001+01:002013-07-11T13:57:46.171+01:00Bad Habits.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I'll start actually writing about the damned things soon. I've been reading. On the bus, in the garden, at home, in work. I've been carrying comics about. I've been humping books around. I've been toting my tablet. I was going to write about Smell of Steve, but I can't find a decent enough image online. And I'm nowhere near a scanner. So I've stolen this scan from the internet (relax, I do have this postcard at home and could have scanned it in if I'd been somewhere near a scanner). It's advertising Josh Simmons' Habit #1. I took the image form Josh Simmons' tumblr. I hope he doesn't mind.<br />
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Habit #1 is one of the comics I will be writing about. It's a new comic. I will mainly be writing about old comics. I'm hoping to be able to pick up on new stuff as a consequence of writing this stuff and doing the consequent digging. Yesterday, for example, I found out that Dark Horse published a Smell of Steve anthology entitled Planet of Beer. When I find it cheap enough I will buy it.<br />
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A partial list of comics I've read since June 26th, or plan to read in the next six months includes Habit #1 (see above), It Was The War of the Trenches, Plastic Man, Love and Rockets, Neat Stuff, The Terrible Tales of the Teenytinysaurs, Smell of Steve, Pogo, TV Century 21, Marshall Law, The Comics Journal, Playing Out, Building Stories, The Hive, The Horror! The Horror!, A Handful of Groats, Beer Nutz, Flesh and Bone, Valiant and a fistful of Oily releases.<br />
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Watch this space. I'll soon be open to suggestions.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-11377780161192256022013-07-09T21:20:00.000+01:002013-07-09T21:21:44.539+01:00Blah Blah Blah.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So, over a year since the last post. Apologies. I was going to delete this blog. Then I was going to leave it, but start a new one about the thing that I'm going to go on to write about. But I took a sniff of Wordpress and decided I didn't want to be constantly mithered to update for cash. So, then I thought, well, why not go back to the old place and do some of the new stuff and some of the old stuff and push the other stuff you've been doing in the meanwhile. It's not like I've been living in a cave for the past year (and the year before that to be frank - 14 posts in a year does not qualify one for a Red Hot Lover badge).<br />
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So, I've just embarked on a plan to read nothing but comics and comics-related criticism for six months. Hard-reading, not taking my news from Ain't It Cool or listening only to the Ink-Studs podcast. I'll still be operating in The Real World, except that when I read for pleasure it will be words and pictures only. I feel a need to catch-up and mine backwards. It's an art form I've not exactly neglected - I still buy comics on occasion (usually in book form these days, unless they're small press) - but I do feel like I have lost the overview I used to have. In addition, I'm interested in revisiting and revising ways of looking at and writing about comics.<br />
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I've also just got a new phone. And a tablet (on which I've been reading lots of comics I couldn't otherwise afford, such as Jack Cole's Plastic Man comics). So, I'm feeling more techno-enabled. And I will be writing about other stuff than comics. You know, the usual stupid observations and self-righteous football postings.<br />
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I started the comics thing on June 26th. I'll finish it on Boxing Day, unless I'm having such a whale of a time that I decide to continue. Let's see... And watch this space.</div>
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Oh, and hello again to you, too.</div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-71493291311675831362011-08-14T16:00:00.003+01:002011-08-14T20:26:56.675+01:00Meat Is Murder. Track One. Stafford Rangers.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1g0qwFPegUfw6bpJgW7Ia9Lna18A9dUV6uRQAhDH6yxpT3POzys1WA_9i3qrHr1QzfIoWV9GYuMQByOVZaA2oX-N_2TCyGbTefljr76cNceo6QThdgmToMl2UTeMb7mF_2K1jA35zF3rg/s1600/13082011403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1g0qwFPegUfw6bpJgW7Ia9Lna18A9dUV6uRQAhDH6yxpT3POzys1WA_9i3qrHr1QzfIoWV9GYuMQByOVZaA2oX-N_2TCyGbTefljr76cNceo6QThdgmToMl2UTeMb7mF_2K1jA35zF3rg/s320/13082011403.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>As an attempt to revive my interest in this blog I'm going to do a little food writing. Not a lot, but enough to get things ticking over, I hope. The plan is a simple one. As often as possible - sometimes real life and 'politics' get in the way - my eldest and I go to the Saturday away games of FC United of Manchester on the 'Boogie Bus'. A chaotic, fan-run enterprise which has developed a reputation for never getting to a game before kick off (not true - we got there twenty minutes early yesterday - but the margin for error is often five or ten minutes either side of the whistle). The reason for the late arrivals is that the bus always takes us to a 'pre-match venue' (i.e. a pub) for a drink, to watch MUFC if they are the early kick-off on TV and, crucially, for free food. Every Boogie Bus, every venue, puts some kind of spread on. It's something that the Brains Trust who run the bus have negotiated with the venues since the earliest days. It's obvious really, we bring you fifty-odd thirsty football supporters, you bring us some food.<br />
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For the first couple of seasons me and Sonny Jim went, there was sometimes something which could be considered suitable for vegetarians - chips, cheese and tomato butties, side salad, that kind of thing - but the emphasis was most definitely on meat. In the end we would take along 'emergency vegetarian options', usually some kind of sandwich for 'just in case'. Fellow traveller, vegetarian and bon viveur, Sam operated a similar system, and had been doing so since travelling away with MUFC in the seventies. All of this changed the night of the Rochdale FA Cup game - <a href="http://mithering.blogspot.com/2010/11/h.html">OH HAPPY DAY! </a>- where a vegetarian chilli was available alongside its beefy brother. The next time we travelled away we went all the way down to <a href="http://mithering.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-riot.html">Brighton</a> where, again, there was a vegetarian chilli. Since then, every time we have travelled with the Boogie Bus there has been meat-free food available for the very small number of us who lean in that direction. And so it came that yesterday I had the lightbulb moment. From now on, I'll review the 'vegetarian option' and post it on here. I'll even include a few notes about the venues.<br />
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So, yesterday and, as you've no doubt deduced from the picture above, the offering was (surprise, surprise) <b>Chilli and Chips</b>. The meat one looked grey and a bit gravy-heavy - a fellow diner commented that some bread to mop up the gravy would have been a useful addition. The meat-free version didn't need it; it had a good texture, with a sensible amount of red lentils absorbing any excessive liquid, soft and tasty kidney beans and a fresh combination of chilli and cumin providing a backdrop. It looked and tasted like it was its own dish rather than a by-product of the meaty version. The chips were catering fries, and some were a little anaemic. They didn't detract from the chilli, but home-cut chips or boiled rice would have pushed this food towards the top of the 'all-time greats' list. Overall rating - delicious - and the tin-trays the food was served in kept it warm to the last mouthful.<br />
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The match was against <a href="http://www.staffordrangersfc.co.uk/">Stafford Rangers</a> - a ten minute drive down the road, and a good, friendly club - and ended with a first game of the season two-nil win for FCUM.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-78958534768199633862011-06-10T23:48:00.000+01:002011-06-10T23:48:11.106+01:00Up Against The Wall XXVII - Rats Tits!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErtXmEG0PdM2Ge1LJi2_GfV9SLgJlB92bQ2rFrOA5iIfa4NLLioAEUtXUw9tE7Q1UGDqsgx_8A2Q580lfTjxyyHhC8AUDWT6VAB-Tnr2q9qS2aygPTR6JzQJ7JIeTeMQ-MML9ASPXLA4q/s1600/11042011323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErtXmEG0PdM2Ge1LJi2_GfV9SLgJlB92bQ2rFrOA5iIfa4NLLioAEUtXUw9tE7Q1UGDqsgx_8A2Q580lfTjxyyHhC8AUDWT6VAB-Tnr2q9qS2aygPTR6JzQJ7JIeTeMQ-MML9ASPXLA4q/s320/11042011323.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This was meant to be the Up Against The Wall before last as the one before that reffed the bizarre media this drivel was created in. 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Crap, thin tape.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-71534293316776848302011-06-09T12:48:00.000+01:002011-06-09T12:48:33.829+01:00Blue Spotted Tail.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImtApmgXo8wM1Hp5ccyt9J4R_bHDh451tHbrPv7p-7Bh6EzvzK6UIwTQFGGItnM9Y0nsd4EBlI47soVT9VvcqW6aNk2xb89_IK7MZ3tGhcIfbgY_NjWz8K5J9mD3Dl5ajq335dvsgXR1c/s1600/27052011367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImtApmgXo8wM1Hp5ccyt9J4R_bHDh451tHbrPv7p-7Bh6EzvzK6UIwTQFGGItnM9Y0nsd4EBlI47soVT9VvcqW6aNk2xb89_IK7MZ3tGhcIfbgY_NjWz8K5J9mD3Dl5ajq335dvsgXR1c/s320/27052011367.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was an item on Springwatch last night with lots of unusual nesting sites. The one above is the pole of a sign on the way into Heaton Park where blue tits were nesting. We passed it a couple of weeks back and could hear the chicks twittering inside. On passing earlier this week, The Youngest was hoyed up for a look see and reported back that it smelled disgusting but there was nothing in there. I hope they survived the relentless torrential rain we've been lucky enough to endure here since Easter.</div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-88861656216135361272011-06-07T22:08:00.001+01:002011-06-07T22:09:41.383+01:00Up Against The Wall XXVI - Your Mum Smok's Dimps / You Smoke Dimps Stop Playing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP284ui9z2iGeTb5OJ-aVMJDQBb17P9l5NcS6fwvANH9ooJ5cXM_fGySTOc87uNEZsEfWLbt2oYqnwxcpwKhuVDU00ixZfqmnzrWY_zOTOfS3nEYZvScIqNjhzfM1eoJ8GrRE4Gwf-bv8/s1600/18042011325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP284ui9z2iGeTb5OJ-aVMJDQBb17P9l5NcS6fwvANH9ooJ5cXM_fGySTOc87uNEZsEfWLbt2oYqnwxcpwKhuVDU00ixZfqmnzrWY_zOTOfS3nEYZvScIqNjhzfM1eoJ8GrRE4Gwf-bv8/s320/18042011325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNOhSBSfYe4RFwxiOewDRV0Y06D-wm6b1l_RJOVgH41CwgmHY3s9LteNkp6dUWy_4hgOevYGPzkwbBHza0rEfbqDzZlffLxOgxiyWzFkxc1zXxwRyFkuO1ZbRcCpaiBRXHEzuGa8a8ZSm/s1600/18042011326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNOhSBSfYe4RFwxiOewDRV0Y06D-wm6b1l_RJOVgH41CwgmHY3s9LteNkp6dUWy_4hgOevYGPzkwbBHza0rEfbqDzZlffLxOgxiyWzFkxc1zXxwRyFkuO1ZbRcCpaiBRXHEzuGa8a8ZSm/s320/18042011326.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>From just inside the football/basketball cage in St Mary's Park, Prestwich where I was idling the hot days of April away with The Kids. Dimps, what a beautifully northern word. And for the record, my mum did smoke dimps. Usually on a Thursday when all funds had been exhausted and with Friday's pay day in sight. As it's Prestwich I'm making the logical leap that it was Mark E. Smith who had popped into the park with a sharpie in order to test out some new Fall lyrics.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-74928427109369578032011-05-01T23:11:00.002+01:002011-05-01T23:13:23.469+01:00Scarecrow.<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mither/5677638698/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5268/5677638698_283946564b.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mither/5677638698/">Darth Gummidge.</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mither/">mithering</a>.</span></div>To get the kids out of their Mum's hair yesterday afternoon I took them up the road to a pub with a play area. (Yes. I know). The pub is in a village called Simister and it appeared that they had been having some sort of Best Scarecrow competion. Going by his rosette, this fella impressed the judges and won first prize. He was big as well.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-78886598690256223442011-04-12T12:02:00.001+01:002011-04-12T12:03:20.030+01:00Up Against The Wall XXV - DAN Shit BREAF.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLl02Whe6nvW8hAJ1uCXJ0gaC5l7O2A9hX5mfgriMO4JYZTFHqeKsa6UqfGsKLYXoYjfSmktumX757Ft2DA9TTrTmRmfEg2UcxCQVrubZlXYQ8kOjdqIIbRVVEQYzRhf1jdW-EiJ-HKla/s1600/danshitbreaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLl02Whe6nvW8hAJ1uCXJ0gaC5l7O2A9hX5mfgriMO4JYZTFHqeKsa6UqfGsKLYXoYjfSmktumX757Ft2DA9TTrTmRmfEg2UcxCQVrubZlXYQ8kOjdqIIbRVVEQYzRhf1jdW-EiJ-HKla/s320/danshitbreaf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Illiterate, obscene and insulting it may be, but it is also environmentally friendly. Blasted into the floor-grime of a seedy Prestwich back street by a power-cleaner. I've seen ads created using this method - most recently stencilled ads for FC United's community share scheme - but this is a graffiti first for me. Next up, more rude graffiti, and another unique media used to create it. Thanks to Paul Whositsnexttome for the pic.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-46990887057032819472011-04-06T12:48:00.000+01:002011-04-06T12:48:19.613+01:00The Book I Read - Turn The Beat Around: The Secret History of Disco by Peter Shapiro.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2ld1SRbLzcxigZWkaPibjBEHKSy9Q7qN8HMPHhIPMxUebq29c6GVt2D2xqwi3il5UkgXjvnzC8AWUPbtjLv8TLmBFzaQQ70vXn8oxng7zIgRcsWWCXsVVXihJAXTPYzlcqekJxfYPty7/s1600/disco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2ld1SRbLzcxigZWkaPibjBEHKSy9Q7qN8HMPHhIPMxUebq29c6GVt2D2xqwi3il5UkgXjvnzC8AWUPbtjLv8TLmBFzaQQ70vXn8oxng7zIgRcsWWCXsVVXihJAXTPYzlcqekJxfYPty7/s400/disco.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br />
I'm cheating slightly here as I'm only a hundred or so pages into this, but it's all good so far. Ticks lots of boxes for me; index - tick, footnotes - tick, bibliography - tick, discography - tick, only £3 from Fopp - tickety tick. It's wide-ranging, all-encompassing and for Doctor Who fans of A Certain Vintage features Whoberfan (and composer of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu7OiJpnlUs">K-9 and Company</a> theme music) <a href="http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Ian_Levine">Ian Levine</a> in a prominent role. Best of all, though, was the revelation that there was a disco/high-NRG cover of this:<br />
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Only two posts on this blog this month, so please treat this snak rock gem as an apology.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-16128597832452523902011-03-01T12:34:00.000+00:002011-03-01T12:34:13.620+00:00Pictures of Matchstick Men VII.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSv5aqylaTXKse0j-PZwG2uocaEMFFlfUAear91bLBqp-3Gqtpdf5QDGX71_gkQo8BJonLntjTG9hG0cdzBZChpi224rJB5kXqowfbAsuYaRkTp7NodIAoGL9hwHf617QqiV3BrAYIruQ/s1600/25022011255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSv5aqylaTXKse0j-PZwG2uocaEMFFlfUAear91bLBqp-3Gqtpdf5QDGX71_gkQo8BJonLntjTG9hG0cdzBZChpi224rJB5kXqowfbAsuYaRkTp7NodIAoGL9hwHf617QqiV3BrAYIruQ/s320/25022011255.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Saw this dirty little bugger last week when in town with The Kids. They loved him. Mainly because he has 'his nuggets' out.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-41510415893553457692011-02-14T00:06:00.000+00:002011-02-14T00:06:35.524+00:00Man or astro-man? - Reversal of Polarity<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vR_QP8Nl5bQ?fs=1" width="425"></iframe><br />
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They are, most definitely, <i>out there</i>. The playing of the 'double bass' on this is brilliant. A band full of entertainers. I hope their reconfigured line-up gets somewhere near Manchester very soon.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-51173104594348686082011-02-08T12:10:00.002+00:002011-02-08T12:10:33.230+00:00Up Against The Wall XXIV - Stop Pickin' Yer Nose.<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mither/5427045461/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5427045461_328dfbd9b8.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mither/5427045461/">04022011231[1]</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mither/">mithering</a>.</span></div>In chalk, and possibly part of a longer narrative (see writings below), on a side-door on the old fire station on London Road. All that's missing is '...or your head will cave in.'Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-24409394887213294002011-02-07T12:50:00.001+00:002011-02-07T12:50:53.888+00:00Flat-top Fucker.<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mither/5406543093/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5406543093_5448f72e9c.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br />
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Well, apologies all round for the lack of regular updates here. Many reasons, not all worth going into on here, but they do include new phone not talking properly to Blogger or flickr, newer projects and the system in work not talking properly to Blogger, flickr etc. But, I have managed to create a 'work around', so will now be able to do what I've done in the past and blog from my desk at dinner time. (Home-made hummus butty, since you asked). Speaking of work, the above graffiti appeared on a boarded-up window outside work where everybody stands around smoking. Topical? Yes, because as chance would have it a new temp has started work on the floor above who could well have been <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DL2GmaI3Xus">the guy in Kirsty MacColl's titular chip shop</a>. I really like the crown on top of the 'i' of Elvis. The King would have loved it. (And just in case you are that temp and you're reading this and thinking of applying a blue suede shoe to my skinny white arse, Flat Top Fucker was a song by Jackknife and I just couldn't resist using it as the title of this post).Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-49473086499970613562011-01-26T22:58:00.001+00:002011-01-26T23:00:11.522+00:00Louvin Brothers - I Don't Believe You've Met My Baby<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E0J1ihi_zhY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe><br />
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Despite being an atheist I have a great love of certain forms of religious music, and The Louvin Brothers' gospel material is right up there. Truly heartfelt and inspirational. Unfortunately, clips of them performing it appear to be low to non-existent. So here's one of their secular numbers, I Don't Believe You've Met My Baby. Charlie Louvin (real name Charles Loudermilk) died today, a full forty-five years after his elder brother, Ira, was killed in a motor accident. Their close harmonies are unmatchable.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-42938809961540040952011-01-22T00:31:00.000+00:002011-01-22T00:31:42.555+00:00Working On A Chain Gang.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcP1XUqnqyAikjRX1imLlkilJqVwyJa63i8cP9oXqYC-lFW-flh0daBQwQZhoY8jQxMyN60Hh9Aau9IWteqTM-nZCwUmIs6BP5Wx22JEut5yACmyjvLy2kDuidUtGr7JQ3RaliN-I-R_V/s1600/biggy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcP1XUqnqyAikjRX1imLlkilJqVwyJa63i8cP9oXqYC-lFW-flh0daBQwQZhoY8jQxMyN60Hh9Aau9IWteqTM-nZCwUmIs6BP5Wx22JEut5yACmyjvLy2kDuidUtGr7JQ3RaliN-I-R_V/s400/biggy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Oops, they did it again. After their earlier appropriation of <a href="http://mithering.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-review-in-guardian-said-that.html">Goya's take on Saturn devouring his children</a>, a brutal carbuncle redefined, this week's episode of The Simpsons featured a 'reimaging' of my nominated 'Favourite Painting', Manet's <span lang="fr"><i>Un bar aux Folies Bergère. </i>A work which, in its original form, really captures the sights, the sounds and the smells of working in retail.</span><br />
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Ten Million Quentins was a band I was a member of in Brighton, for about a year, around 1985-1986. We were the archetypal C86 band before the archetype existed. Not because we were necessarily clever or ahead of the game, more that there were people around us who were. Mainly Josh Dean and Dennis Wheatley. Josh, Dennis, myself and The Paul Griffin Show had a great time during the autumn of 1985 putting on bands on Tuesday nights at The Royal Escape Club on Brighton seafront, under the name of The Big Twang.<br />
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The first night saw the then newly-formed That Petrol Emotion play, supported by The Wolfhounds and Whirl. Later gigs in the (roughly) twelve-week turnaround included Primal Scream with The Wedding Present, Microdisney, a Pink Records night starring The June Brides, which also saw the return of The Wolfhounds with McCarthy in tow, Del Amitri and a famous Christmas double bill of The Shop Assistants and The Pastels. And always cropping up on the bottom of the bill were The Ten Million Quentins. The house band of The Big Twang. The baby band of The Big Twang were 14 Iced Bears, formed when a happy clique called The Dancing Boys went off, practiced briefly and emerged as a fully-formed twelve-week turnaround bouncing baby band.<br />
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I've posted this for reasons of serendipity, synchronicity and beautiful coincidence. Bored in work I decided to have a quick search for "Big Twang" and "June Brides". Just to see what might come up. What I found was a blog with a picture of myself 'on stage' at The Big Twang Mystery Tour. Twenty five years ago today. To the very day.<br />
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</tbody></table>I've posted the video to YouTube before, but it seemed appropriate to liberate it again today for the Silver Jubilee of The Big Twang Mystery Tour. Thanks to Fruitier Than Thou Blog. Here's his review of the day: <a href="http://fruitierthanthou.blogspot.com/2008/08/magical-mystery-twang-with-clive-pig.html">http://fruitierthanthou.blogspot.com/2008/08/magical-mystery-twang-with-clive-pig.html </a>I hope he doesn't mind me lifting the picture. The picture of me with hair.<br />
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Next up, Hacienda DJ Graeme Park with a dyed blonde Human League comb-over and a matelot's jacket. Viva the 1980s.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-37376994464994879952010-12-03T23:11:00.003+00:002010-12-03T23:26:20.243+00:00Chemical Warfare.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://comicalanimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/the-crush-title-page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://comicalanimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/the-crush-title-page.jpg" width="281" /></a></div>Jim Medway's <a href="http://comicalanimal.com/">Comical Animal</a> web comic is finally upon us. An anthology dedicated to funny animal strips created by some of the finest comic artists currently pushing a pencil. And it's all free. And all ages. So go and read it. And let The Kids know about it. And if you are interested in Jim's reasons for producing this gem have a look at <a href="http://forbiddenplanet.co.uk/blog/2010/comical-animal-launches-an-interview-with-jim-medway/">Kenny Penman's interview with him</a> on the FPI blog. It's all about The Kids and choice and quality and all that other stuff that gets you hugging other grown-ups.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-73099132951624855582010-11-19T13:03:00.001+00:002010-11-19T13:03:20.049+00:00Cat Drug In.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7t5fdA2fy7VJ9X15LSChS8NtPJcfubCioTa5WefYoQQ82JjuSI2CgDe6QTKr_5wzho1LQEMD2qb61pN5x9goc1vy7_TEhcLFyUhW843IHgjDgq2phdJPPxZv3lhJbV4V8VXoAFzSRg2t/s1600/image-upload-17-795945.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7t5fdA2fy7VJ9X15LSChS8NtPJcfubCioTa5WefYoQQ82JjuSI2CgDe6QTKr_5wzho1LQEMD2qb61pN5x9goc1vy7_TEhcLFyUhW843IHgjDgq2phdJPPxZv3lhJbV4V8VXoAFzSRg2t/s320/image-upload-17-795945.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Spotted near Shudehill this morning. A very post-Bansky pussy. It's probably Felix gone viral.</span><br /></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-55471917579575116102010-11-13T22:33:00.002+00:002010-11-18T11:38:09.391+00:00Up Against The Wall XXIII - Chavs Suck.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXyQhh09iZlSEHKrIuRVhNDNLpSHH98Gsp2TxCd_hL9mz2MVwuQSOiCUptb_ghmWR9lYFQHFpaqZmBNN0mgu30y4Bxm7Z_XduQjF1emipnv7U37oFnVgYBAgM3TZpIb0SE4BsUwrJj_Fx/s1600/image-upload-39-723009.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXyQhh09iZlSEHKrIuRVhNDNLpSHH98Gsp2TxCd_hL9mz2MVwuQSOiCUptb_ghmWR9lYFQHFpaqZmBNN0mgu30y4Bxm7Z_XduQjF1emipnv7U37oFnVgYBAgM3TZpIb0SE4BsUwrJj_Fx/s320/image-upload-39-723009.jpg" /></a><br />
Writ large on the wall between the bridle path and the eastern side of Heaton Park: Chavs suck. Chad Sucks may have been more appropriate for such a bonny wall, but that's a very small joke only old twats like myself will get.</div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234599000484014929.post-19377297789240283972010-11-13T11:16:00.001+00:002010-11-13T11:16:37.749+00:00I Am Kurious Orange 7'' edit.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJxjlyJpjDP7rhA7tov3g45xwNTu8-XQGq8kpNA-TQeLyx7ErjtmQIkfvFmlWJy6VmC3LGfFnRRivQk1cHJOp8Q_5tMPuMdhEto6CLNx02XZV0BfKc74bImdpExRiqBNBWpmBfIS38A5E/s1600/image-upload-40-795748.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJxjlyJpjDP7rhA7tov3g45xwNTu8-XQGq8kpNA-TQeLyx7ErjtmQIkfvFmlWJy6VmC3LGfFnRRivQk1cHJOp8Q_5tMPuMdhEto6CLNx02XZV0BfKc74bImdpExRiqBNBWpmBfIS38A5E/s320/image-upload-40-795748.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Spotted. Another Curious George. This one in Stevenson Square on the side of a traffic bollard thingy. Nice use of the yellow. Off to Northwich Vics now. FCUM.</span><br /></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01810530023636236708noreply@blogger.com0