I visited Weston a fair bit during the twenty years I lived in Bristol. Only ever on daytrips though, I can well imagine what it's like at night. Definitely has a 'vibe' about it, that town.
Yeah. In truth, Donny doesn't suffer quite as badly as other places. Some dates in the racing calendar seem to bring out far more arseholes than others.
I don't know when you moved West but if you do end up heading back to dear old Blighted, it's worth factoring in that the behavioural standards of certain event crowds seems exponentially worse since the pandemic.
Race crowds are frequently appalling. It's bad enough when I've driven past our local course (Doncaster) on the way to work a weekend shift and some braying, pissed-up, shiny-suited bellend has tried to get in the car. York races are far worse though - I avoid visiting when they're on.
Getting major Xur vibes from that conductor bloke in the Super Noodles ad.
Well you’ve just turned the air Caribbean Blue, so clearly some of that Enya magic stayed with you.
Just kidding. I’m not bothered really.
Yeah, well, some of us are at work so you can stick your pop music and fun Friday evening up your hoop mate.
For those enjoying #totp repeats, most specifically the 1982 episode on BBC4 right now, I urge you to consider my month-by-month guidebook of all things pop during the 1980s. And a LOT happened. #IntoTheGroove is out in hardback and on ebook.
I thought you said you’d locked the bloody cupboard!
X will damage you. Get off, friends. It’s genuinely an evil place.
Oh blimey, they're touring this year an' all. This could get expensive.
No, but they're another act I really should. Deeply embedded in my own pop consciousness. I've long been an indolent tit, but I'm waking up to that now!
Oh, I do that a lot too. The glorious icing on my own deep, spongy layers of procrastination.
Midge Ure's one of the few artists I genuinely regret not having seen live yet. I'm now peering at his current tour schedule and thinking I really should make that happen.
Nothing better right at this moment than sitting at my desk, plugging away at a layout and hearing this kid's little snores behind me. The fingers of nebulous, nagging worry will find no purchase for a few hours.
Quadruple taxes and a pox upon them.
I expected more from the most shallow, vapid, self absorbed fucks on the planet…
There are water company execs wondering if it's a cheap way to zhuzh up our nation's rivers a bit.
I'll still watch it. I love all that New Age-y bollocks, me.
And that middle one looks like Charlie Mullins.
Certainly not bloody Wombles!
What fresh hell is this?!?
Yes, I said it approvingly. I thought that was obvious from the tone of my typing.
Well this has gotten stratospherically out of hand already.
Blimey, well spotted!
Gets my vote.
Post a great photo of a musician
*Immediate mental image of the 1981 Zanussi TV ad*
Me, arguing with dog owners.
