When we were kids we used to make up imaginary Parliaments made up from the family pets. We had one guinea pig with a brown patch over one eye that always looked like Denis Healy’s eyebrows. So she was always Chancellor of the Exchequer in the cabinet.
The water on is actually the ‘tears of a lonely robot’, NASA confirms. Is this John Mitchell‘s doing?
It’s being suggested that Jeremy Corbyn is the political equivalent of a craft ale, something that might also be applicable to Tim Farron. Which makes you wonder what sorts of beers other politicians might be. Are Andy Burnham, Yvette Cooper and Liz Kendal three different but indistinguishable brands of Interbrew generic lager? And what about Nigel Farage? Tesco’s Value Bitter that’s gone off and turned into vinegar? And what about anyone else?
After reading Michael Hann’s wnderfuly snarky review of Morrissey’s List of the Lost, I’m now wondering if the world of books needs its revenge. What bitter misanthropic has-been author with an oversized ego ought to make a record? How about a hair-metal album by John C. Wright?
The news that the VW scandal caused nearly 1m tonnes of extra pollution raises some serious ethical issues for the software industry. It’s hard to imagine that people coded and tested this functionality without understanding what they were doing was illegal.
The worst part of PigGate, apart from some of the worst of the bad puns, is the way it makes a critical re-evaluation of Supertramp so much harder.
In a week’s time I’m seeing Johnny Rotten in a small club in Reading, then two days later I’m seeing Steven Wilson at the Albert Hall. Who won the punk wars again?
Given his age, a few years too old to have been a punk, Jeremy Corbyn strikes me as the sort who’d have been into psychedelic folk or prog. But if he ever saw Hawkwind with Stacia, he wouldn’t be allowed to reminisce about it. He would only end up getting a stern lecture from Diane Abbott about objectification.
One or two Libdems on Twitter have been wondering who might be the Liberal Democrat equivalent of Jeremy Corbyn. Lembit Öpik is just too obvious, but the truth is there is probably no-one in the Labour party quite as ridiculous as Lembit Öpik. Tony Greaves as the bearded idealistic grassroots activist is much closer. But perhaps the best equivalent is actualy Nick Clegg, the man who decimated the Parliamentary party?
One of the big divides in music fandom is between those for whom the most imporant thing is the music itself, and those for whom the music takes second place to the lyrics. A good litmus test for which side of the divide anyone falls is who they prefer out of Bruce Springsteen and Led Zeppelin.