Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

For sale - Peace of mind.

House-broken, agnostic, gsoh, heavy smoker.

Enjoys long, pointless rambles through yawning chasms of irrelevance.

No time wasters.

May be prepared to consider part-exchange for 70s-retro Kenwood Chef Deluxe.

Watched that Arena documentary on Harry Georgeson this week.

Beautifully shot and thought-provokingly moving I thought.

(At least until Toots stormed in halfway through bein all sarky about 'dirty hippies' and so forth )

This next one's for the patron saint of Stennydonia.

The Blessed Sevmeister.

Me and Toots' salutations and good vibes are wingin towards ya at this time man.

I heard that that Noel Fielding's got an oil painting of a horrendously aged and decrepit Ronnie Wood tucked away in his attic.

According to my source, Ron sat for the portrait only hours before this performance.

Wow!!!

What are the chances?!!!!

An alternative recording of the first ever track in the Great Lost Tracks sequence of posts that stretches back years.

And at such a significant post-700 posts moment!

Ehh?!!!

Nahhh - s'pose yer right.

No drama.

http://sivers.org/drama

Let's sing another song guys 'n' gals... this one has grown old and bitter...

As Sir Lenny Saville OBE (now then now then) once said.

BOIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!

(Other 70s-codified TV references fir 'Git ti yer pit ya drunken twat' are available... yacketty schmacketty blah blah blah...)

Last track...

Mind... if Squawk Mulligan (or anybody) was here...

Been away for a while.

Have mercy...

A perfect illustration, not only of the esoteric/incendiary nature of music/lyrics in the late 1970s...

...but also of the pathetically inadequate, milk-drinkin, social-workery response to this cultural earthquake by mainstream telly.

I mean to say... Paul (Fuckin) Burnett as a cultural pundit?!!!

He was only a few months after recording the bucket of monkey's afterbirth that was 'Convoy UK' under the moniker Laurie lingo & the Dipsticks FFS!

Link Wray ladies and gennuhlllmen.



Mr P knew...



Embdy see that Brits/America thang on Beeb4 last night?

One to welcome Mo back.



Like the S** P*st*ls never happened.

(Nice tribute to Partick Thistle at 2.15 incidentally... '...this is fuh duh Harry Wraggs...' '

Feck me -that teachin mallarkey can really stick it in and break it off at times.

Totally confident I'd delivered an excellent session on Media Law (Ethical issues and Regulatory bodies)...

(So contemporary it featured a 12 minute piece from this week's Newsnight Scotland!! )

Then, in a post class-convo with one of the students... she fronts up and asks - "...so what is the Leveson inquiry? Oh yeah and who's Milly Dowler? "







Luckily... Ms Waymon is always available to soothe the (sweary ) academic soul.

If yer lookin in Crown... I aint forgotten about ya.

Big catch up on listening, replying and trying to shake off the 'shite mate' mantle tonight - deffo.

One furra boey.

That's ezzackly watt am talkin bout!!

Heuuurrgh!!!

(I won't do the accent )

NAAAAH... NAAAH-NAAAH NEH-NEH-NEH-NAHHHHHH...

NEH-NEH-NEH-NAHHHHHH....

SELLLLLL-TICKKK!!!!

Sorry..

There's always a 'long' track after 's Popmaster quiz on Radio 2.

You can almost picture Der Brucemeister shauchlin up the corridor to the cludge: Rolled up copy of the Racing Post under his oxter, 20 B&H in his pocket and a set of leather-backed horse-brasses to chew on...

He played 'Killing of George' today.

Which led me to....

This!

Sugar-plum fair-eh...sugar-plum fair-eh...





MalEvans CSC #1...2...3...4...

Awwww maaan. Am total itchin tae get a bitta Bob goin maaan...'saw gid likes.

(Translating from the Ned this evening... Monshewer Immo Greene. )

"...I may live to regret tonight's copious indulgence in the herbal cigarette and the grain alcohol.

That notwithstanding, I am extremely keen to indulge my passion for the heartfelt warblings of the mid-period Mr D.



I would consider this 'Horses Douvers' fair warning and advise patrons who may dismayed by same to git tae fuck oot ma road before the 'plat du jour' rolls up.

This used to be....

Ahhh I think it might be too late for all that.



My guitar's fine so far.

Got a load of other broken stuff if yer in the market mind...

A frilly-fronted shirt no less!!!

Cummerbund without...

Cummerbund within....

It aint over till the flat lady sins (3.38-3.50).

Tired of yerself and all of your creations?

Nil desperandum...as they say soor la conteenong.

God....

I wish I was soor la conteenong.

Or in ma bed about an hour and a half ago.

G'nite y'all...

Don't have nightmares now...

Sorry - mis-post









PS

Who the fuck is JaneKate?

PPS

If it's Bewlay in a frock... you in't seen me... roight?

Whyte knight?

Incidentally...

I hear the googly-eyed fucker is currently negotiating with HMRC for a 'pennies-in-the-pound' deal.

Hmmmmm.

Wonder how that's workin out for him.