@impq.bsky.social Pop Goes The Weasel was also hinted in the original soundtrack to The Prisoner so it’s all Maiden basically.

I presume these are just part of the same story?

John Boorman’s ‘The Emerald Fennell’

Overheard in Faversham: “I heard Diana’s died.” More three decades old news coming up.

STOP TELLING ME WHAT NIGEL FARAGE HAS SAID I SIMPLY DO NOT WANT TO KNOW

I get RSI from skipping the ads in The Rest Is Entertainment.

Wacky fact: Matt Groening once entrusted me with looking after his credit card for an hour (the signature was not the obvious one) but this is not how to run a show is it?

Farewell Edinburgh. You gave good show x

On top of everything else, we now appear to be regressing to olde English

My local pub has decided Soul Weekend means back to back Simply Red.

Ozzy Osbourne funeral procession through Birmingham is being led by musicians playing Iron Man 🤘🥺🙏

Ah 7 years ago I booked into the Mediterranean version of The Overlook Hotel.

@impq.bsky.social not sure if you caught this, he sounds pretty happy. (Does call Bruce a shortarse) podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...

When old TV titles are just too long to bother with…

So nice of Charli xcx to namecheck Raul Julia in 360.

What excuse can Rod Stewart use to avoid playing Glastonbury? A sore throat wouldn’t really cut it.

No band names left? What are you talking about?

Wednesday oiling

This is going to be brilliant! But if we don’t sell some tickets today, it might not be happening, which would be a huge shame. Spread the word and let’s shift some tickets. Tuesday 10th June, London. #ironmaiden wegottickets.com/event/658276

One thing I won’t regret on my deathbed: whenever a recipe says one garlic clove, do two.

Still considering make a prog album called NIMBY of the Shires.

@impq.bsky.social Hooray, Satan’s been!

I very much doubt he did.

Love all these people giving away ‘free’ CDs on social media like they’re the Daily Mail in 2005 and they most definitely haven’t all signed up to the same grow your platform scam.

Explore the real world behind Rosa Rankin Gee's book Dreamland in an hour-long walk with me. We'll see the real locations behind the book (currently being filmed in Margate for a forthcoming BBC series) and explore the rises and falls of Margate's history as a seaside resort and place to live.

Never been mistaken for Paul Heaton before.

Intrigued by Ian Beale Wagon Wheel

George R. R. Martin would rather stampede us to death with Mammoths than finish a book.

Autocorrect has just turned crisps into crisis. Which is… fine?

Michael’s impression of me was spot on. Thanks for reading my only IM anecdote.

We were told Wyld Stallyns would save us all. The prophecy is coming true. Excellent!

TV season finales hit a bit different when you realize we may never see the resolution of the story due to the collapse of western civilization.

Idea for tv show: reality show that revisits small music venues each week to highlight trials and tribulations. Plus, would feature great tracks from the artists playing them. Working title: Sweatbox

@movietrubs.bsky.social youtu.be/PKv1JPq3q5w?...

I like that Alex Winter is passionately behind the anti-Tesla protests, mobilising people against a rich businessman’s doomed futuristic vanity cars. But for cosmic balance, Michael J Fox should be protesting against phone boxes.

@oldfoolspod.bsky.social ok ha ha ha, can we stop with your made up band now?

Instead of using ChatGPT, why not just get a family member to lie to you while they set fire to a tree?

Wednesday oiling

Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration is still the most famous Vance.

Nothing says apocalypse more than a 5ive reunion.

I hear the new Bond girl is called Alexa Ordermorestuff

Is David Tennant advertising tenderstem broccoli or did I dream it?

Back alley brawl with a couple of rhino bailiffs but I think I came out unscathed.

I love that fifteen year old Danny Baker topics have finally hit Bluesky.

Had a dream where I met Woody Allen last night. Don’t worry, I’ve reported myself to the police.

Sometimes you just have to put your head above the pulpit.