Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

The camera loves me Gee - what can I tellya?!!

Now you come to mensh... that Toots does look familiar.

Doubt I'd be able to pick her out in a crowd mind.

This is the joint we had our 'last night eat-oot' in.

Quite swanky... very poncey... but the toilets were spotless!

I've already fired off a complimentary e-mail to the Sunday Post letters page and Sunday Mail's 'Pub Spy'

I eschewed the beef and strawberry abomination....



























It seemed quite tough... so I sent it back and got the sea-bream with crab sauce, salmon caviar and veg instead.





Laaaavly.

I've also got a photie of the pud.

I'm saving it till Snake comes on.

(Or until he reveals the brand name on the bottle of Florida bourbon he recently acquired. )

It knocks the Coppertop's world-renowned 'Strawberry Knob' into a cocked hat.

Or does it knock the Coppernob's 'Strawberry Cock' into a top hat?

Changing the subject from and his rather spooky Martin Clunes impression (Toots! run!!), Philip Glass is playing Glasgow next year. It's his 75th birthday and those sensible people at Glasgow Life have arranged a whole weekend devoted to him. I can't recommend Glasgow's Minimal series of concerts highly enough.

Tickets bought, ready for a Minimal orgy (go on, G, do your worst :-))

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Doesn't it kinuffay defeat the purpose of minimalism to do a full weekend in a major city?

Wouldn't his muse (and everybody else's sense of well-being) be better served by a 15-minute set in a cupboard under the stairs in say... Ullapool?

Jist sayin likes....

Jesus, what's gone wrong on this thread

Immo wrote:Doesn't it kinuffay defeat the purpose of minimalism to do a full weekend in a major city?

Wouldn't his muse (and everybody else's sense of well-being) be better served by a 15-minute set in a cupboard under the stairs in say... Ullapool?

Jist sayin likes....

Thing is, it's actually a fortnight-long Fest, they're just telling people it's a weekend

Yer dead right James...

Enough holiday banter already...

Choons... let's go.

The marvelous and in no-way sleazily misogynistic, bandwagon-jumping Stranglers there with...

"Sweden (All Quiet on the European Eastern Front)"

Next up it's LL Cool J...

"Malmo Mama Said Knock You Out."

Shabba!!!

Several pieces of bad news just in for you 'viewers'...

1. Everybody I (really... as opposed to virtually) know now avoids this place like the plague.

2. This freedom may allow an already irredeemably lax 'quality control' system to fragment completely.

3. I have a plentiful supply of.... everything!

4. I mean... FFS... even Toots doesn't bother reading this shit anymore.

5. Oh yeah - and for those to whom it applies....

6. Roon yeez!

Got recced this lot by Big 'Ex-Our Price' John who's gettin me a 40% staff discount on various Le Creuset cookware items.

I woulda liked em anyways tho.

Immo wrote:Got recced this lot by Big 'Ex-Our Price' John who's gettin me a 40% staff discount on various Le Creuset cookware items.

I woulda liked em anyways tho.

Should we record this as the day metrosexuality reached Falkirk?

I was at the Stranglers gig at the Apollo back in '76. This was the concert allowed by some Glasgow Corporation sub committee as a "test" for punk rock after the kneejerk banning of the S** P*****s following some tabloid nonsense or other.

Much better was what followed a while later, namely:


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My first attempt at a punk gig was as a callow 15-year-old goin to see the Stranglers at The Maniqui in 1977.

Left the house dressed ‘smert-cazzyull’ (having told the aged P’s that I was ‘goin to the pictures’ )

Changed into potato-printed/ripped t-shirt in the shed...

Ten (tiny) Embassy No 3 & a box of Swans in the jacket pocket...

Met my mate at the old weighbridge...

Up the Cow Wynd, left inty Booth Place, and here... dear reader... is where things go seriously awry.



Large droolin Alsatian dug lumbers out of notorious Booth Place scrapyard/eyesore...

My 'mate' displays a hitherto unsuspected ability to 'get on his marks...'

Then, just as I’m sayin... ‘Dinny run. That just makes them go fur ye more...'

The hairy brute tears a chunk out the backy ma drainies and (consequently) my thigh.

The gig was missed due to a combo of blood, panic, a fervent desire to conceal my deception of the aged P's and the necessity of tetanus shots at the local A&E.

Was devastated at the time.

Mind... hearin this recording of the gig....

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I thank the Lord that my callow, 15-year-old self was spared such a grisly spectacle.

I love this album.

No bombastic orchestral/production stuff.

Just a true heart set to music.

God bless the Guy.

Somewhere between the Fleet Foxes, The Divine Comedy and Roger Whittaker...

...something unearthly stirs.

This (and Lippy Kids) is the soouuuuund of the (6Music) summmaaaah.

MAWNINSIDE'S BURNIIIIN!!!!

(dehr-dehr-der-dehhhhr)

MAWNINSAAIIIDE'S BURNIIIIN!!!!

Burning cities on the news ...

Lowering skies ...

Torrential rain ...

HMRC visit the huns ...

..there's a kinda fin de siecle feelin abroad atm dontcha think?...

Dr King gets shot in 68...

...James talks to the nation.


Mark Duggan gets shot in Twenny-levven...

Who we got...?


Alex Turner?

Dizzee Rascal?

Titchy Snide-arse?

There'll be no flim-flam ....

No skullduggery ...

No, controlled show ...

...

"You know I gotcha... (at 0.17) "

"And when they come to march on ya...tell 'em to make sure they got their James Brown pass"




"Caintcha feel ma breath?... All up and down ya neck"

We got New Cross.. we got Hackney... sumbdy tole me we got E.K. - and we're workin on Govan.

Thanks for posting that James Brown / Boston stuff, Immo. Never seen it before, fascinating material.

Cheers Mo.

(God it's gettin sickeningly polite round here these days innit. I miss Crown's sharp, sarky invective summat rotten )

Get yer laffin gear round this wee beauty!