I was talking to my friend about The Cribs doing a tour with the 'House of Jealous Lovers' hitmakers and she thought that's why so many people had recently been posting about The Rapture. If only.

I'd visit the site of every "Mrs Baggit says please take your litter home" sign.

Please enjoy Marie Osmond (the smurfette of the Osmonds) discussing and reciting Dadaist sound poetry youtu.be/USTQgu229Wc?...

You know what they say, jaw-jaw is better than war-war. Careless talk saves lives.

"Confused, would we?" And "they charge for materials *and* labour. Pick one, jerks" comes to mind when I'm thinking of almost any two item list: bed & breakfast, hope and glory, gin & tonic, Lennon and McCartney...

"How many traitors are in Farage's new party?" would, I suggest be a better line than Digital ID. To beat Reform, make wavering voters ashamed to back them.

Ruin a book with a car: Nineteen Eighty Ford

By coincidence, I recommended Danny Thompson's playing to someone just yesterday when we were talking about Everything But The Girl. youtu.be/SXAKMS30lk8?...

My sister just moved into a very small flat and after a week there alone, Bristol Water tried to charge her £50.

Years ago I wrote this piece about national treasure and dreadful old c**t Peter Blake. Have just dredged it up for my new best friend @typetheclouds.bsky.social who had the good sense to buy my fucking book™ at the Hastings book fair. www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/amp/entry/ja...

You can slightly improve your experience of this website by adding "Captain" to the the appropriate part of almost every post.

The NWLRA

Things will continue getting worse until the UK gets its act together and sends Half Man Half Biscuit to represent us at Eurovision.

Actually, Frankenstein is a doctor success at the Venice film festival

Idea for a series of stories about a cult: Tom Clancy's Up At The Villa Tom Clancy's Totally Wired Tom Clancy's Invisible Republic Tom Clancy's Fascist Yoga Tom Clancy's No Longer Human

I feel like this tumblr exchange sums up TikTok discourse pretty well still.

In need of a definitive job

All this reminds me of the first corporate venue gig I went to after the Bataclan attack. I don't think I'd ever been through airport scanners at a gig before. Myself and people around me flinched as several members of security charged through the crowd towards someone in the shadows.

Like many men, I sit in cafés with my phone screen facing out towards the room, the top menu pulled down and a little bit of masking tape over the corner where it says "Bluetooth."

It's early 1994. You are Alan McGee. Andy Bell has just called to say they didn't get everything they need in LA, so they're going to the Courtyard. Last May, you were on your way to a gig in Glasgow when your car broke down.

The Cameron-Osborne years offer an important reminder that it is possible to excel at the theatre of politics - to "look prime ministerial", to dominate the "media narrative", to project "competence" and to communicate a clear political "story" - while being strikingly inept at governing.

An amazing day for international soccer - the Marshall Islands are playing their first ever match!

ALL GENERATIONS ARE FICTIONAL MARKETING CATEGORIES AAAAAAHHHHH

How can you arrest FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE at a single event, find zero legal justification for having done so in one of those hundreds of instances, and not expect people to think you’re totally bent as an organisation?

Any review should carry a whole extra star for this, and two if it's the last line in the film.

...is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo #WheeltappersAndShunters

Marinetti, Boccioni, Carra, Balla, Palazzeschi!

Host 1: …from Proust Host 2 [interrupting]: Prowst. Host 1: Man, that really scares me, in terms of ever covering it for the podcast. That book is, as I understand it, very, very long. That ‘Something Something Time' book. No, I think I'll listen to the new @backlisted.bsky.social instead.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Corbyn stuff. I never wanted to have to re litigate it but since he’s back attempting leadership of sorts & replicating similar patterns of passive discrimination towards trans people, I wanted to vocalise the heart of what my issue with him is & why it still hurts

A few years ago during Covid, when like a lot of the country, I was going batshit, I started a mini Grand Designs, on Twitter, using tiny 18mm figures. And if people enjoyed it there, maybe they'll enjoy it here. Meet Tom & Sue.

It's good they've finally got the disappointing final series of Teachers in the afterlife. I can't wait until Charles calls Steven with ideas he's nicked from series 2 of The Book Group: "actually, Steve, Carstone died of an overdose, right, but then he comes back as his brother, except he's a nerd"

N: Stockholm S: Slope Point, Southland E: probably Gisborne, but my memory is hazy W: Land's End

Earlier, my sister sent me that clip of Nigel Lythgoe calling Kym Marsh fat in Popstars. Aside from being untrue and nasty, magazines routinely touch up photos to achieve unreal beauty standards, so all he's saying is...

Yesterday morning, my friend left her reusable coffee cup on a bench at Naenae Station. This morning it's still there, but someone finished the coffee.

There’s a tradition of Barry Town United referencing pop culture on the cover of the match programme, and this might be the best one yet.

This playlist is incredible. My earliest clear memories of pop radio are Atlantic 252 and Pirate FM c. 1993, and it's all there.

Hulk Hogan, We Hardly Tolerated Ye

Something about this "girl punished for wearing a flag dress" story makes me feel her dad wanted this to happen.

Bear, Dibble and Belvedere too. Humpty, Dumpty and Absolut! Polka dot, polka dot, polka dot shots, polka dot, polka dot, polka dot shots.

Gram Parsons - Gram Deacons

They'll need to refresh the cover art for the 20th anniversary edition of Raditude in a couple of years.

They'd never have the courage, but it would have been brilliant if Oasis had opened with the song that goes "let's all make believe we're still friends and we like each other."

The "being successful as an artist would have stopped him being a fascist" idea conveniently ignores the career of Marinetti. And the banjo chap from Mumford and Sons.

Earlier, I was thinking to myself how inevitable it was that The Strokes would be popular with British lads when their drummer's name is Italian for "good lager."

A passing mention at the end reminded me of my best bad idea, dreamt up before I knew of the actual band called The Rails: to form a band of that name which starts off really good but has diminishing returns and rapidly shrinking audiences, ending with an album called Really Going Off The Rails.

It would be nice to see one article about Patrick Walden that hasn't been illustrated with a picture of Drew McConnell or Mik Whitnall and which spells everyone's names correctly.

See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God

Well, if it’s 17 June, it must be the 85th anniversary of Major Alfred Wintle, MC, responding to the defeat of France by starting a one-man campaign to rescue the French Air Force using methods which landed him in the Tower of London