Is it just me or is Stuart Maconie’s Freakzone not the best programme on the radio. There is ALWAYS something new and interesting to hear. He’s not afraid to play 30 minute tracks every now and then. He is knowledgeable, likeable and tasteful
Ria had a couple of pals round for a sleepover last night and we all watched ‘House of Wax’ which is actually quite scary. Well, Paris Hilton’s in it for a start.
Basically they were crapping it.
Actually Ria tells me Paris Hilton isn’t scary at all.
September 28, 2008, 4:27 pm
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Jeana and I went into ‘Big Edinburgh’ yesterday and saw some great places including The Drumsheugh Toll which plays host to The Edinburgh Society of Musicians who have a nice line in humour in their signs.
It’s hard to write about phenomena that are gestating in your back yard.
Glasvegas are Scotland’s latest phenomenon and with with some merit.
My mate Iain, who should have no real connection with this band (he said ageistly), has been quietly raving about them for a year or so.
He was right.
Much has been written about the Spectorish ‘wall of sound’ they create and the similarity to Jesus and Mary Chain. Well, for a start I can reveal that they are as far removed from Phil Spector as I am.
What is intriguing about the production of this record though is the sheer intensity of it – that’s the ‘wall of sound’ I think reviewers are referring to.
But it’s not the volume or the depth of the music that creates that, so-called, wall, it’s the relentlessness of it (for instance there are actually no start and stops between tracks – it’s just a fuzz.)
This is a big and important aspect of this record because it makes it epic.
The vernacular in the vocals are well catalogued but this is one of those rare records (I suppose like White Stripes and Foo Fighters) where actually the drumming is the essence. And the wall.
It is tribal, incessant, preternatural. It is what drives the record forward.
Plenty folk have had their say.
I approve. It is, for me, a much more interesting breakthrough than the flim flam of Franz Ferdinand which has most certainly not stood the test of time.
I have to say, to start with , that this is probably the best book Jeana has ever recommended to me (and purchased for that matter), but I don’t want to get too carried away with it in case it doesn’t deliver.
The fact is; I am on page 112 of the paperback and I am gobsmacked.
It is hilarious. But so, so black.
Anyway the reason for writing this post was not to review the book (that’ll follow) so much as to recall something that had completely left my consciousness. This was brought explicitly to life on page 112 of this wonderful novel – the running out of money in Student Unions in the days before cash machines were commonplace.
Oh ya bugger! How harsh was that?
This book is set in the early 1970′s, but I studied, sorry read, at Stirling a decade later. Nevertheless, the issue was the same.
Would the bar staff cash a cheque so one could get a last round in? Could they? Could they? Will they? Oh thank God. They will.
Two black and tans and a bottle of Nooky Broon please…
It’s the annual South Queensferry boys outing this weekend in St Andrews. Three very testing courses lie in wait; Drumoig, St Andrews -The Dukes and Ladybank. The chances of topping the 24 in our party are remote to say the least. But I shall, as ever, make an effort.
I was rather taken by this excellent portrait which is shortlisted for the above prize. It’s by Hendrik Kerstens and it’s of his daughter, Paula. I think it’s beautiful in that it looks like an old Dutch master but with a disposable carrier bag in place of a starched white hat.
Great.
And I think it should win.
Here’s the other three shortlisted Portraits
Lottie Davis’ Quints
Catherine Balet’s Ines Connected with Amina
And, Tom Stoddart’s Rupert Murdoch which has a strange but beautiful sadness about it.
Jeana and the volunteer groups of South Queensferry are popping the champagne corks today having found out that they’ve won a silver medal in the Beautiful Scotland Awards. The award is testimony to the hard work that they (and I ) put in all year round.
My blog was read by its 200,000th viewer this morning. Thank you one and all for indulging me.
The stats are actually a little more interesting than that.
2006 – 1,112 views (but I only started in the October. (I was doing a whopping 17 a day daily average)
2007 – 31,812 views (87 a day on average)
2008 to date – 167,289 views (637 a day)
Getting there.
See how anoracky you can get? These are my actual stats.
I actually don’t know if, contextually, this a lot or not. I see blogs that have millions of views. But it’s interesting that when I signed up I was about the 600,000th WordPress blogger. Less than two years later there are 4,151,192 at the time of writing.
For those of you out there that blog I think we have to offer a word of thanks to WordPress. Their service is astonishing, the improvements are endless, they are informative, thoughtful, thought provoking and fun.
I love WordPress I have to say. (And I’m clearly not alone.)
Nice to know this guy (Chairman of Lloyds TSB) thinks it’s all good business. That HBOS has had its heart and soul ripped out and that Scotland has lost one of its key businesses. Nice to know he’s concerned about his staff, BOS shareholders (and not the City Slickers, I mean pension savers.)
Nice to know he cares.
A superlative deal?
Wouldn’t you think he could have contained his glee for a day or two?
There’s been far too much negativity out there of late. So, as I was trawling through the 5000 channels on my Sky box tonight, I was delighted to stumble upon this.
The greastest ever movie opening sequence (apart from Saving Private Ryan).
The first chapter “guts” is as outrageous as anything you will ever read and, I’m sorry, but it’s no more than a test and the rest of the book is just a very long and grotesque filler until the denouement, which is about death.
Kind of lacking in subtlety.
It really is a great big shaggy dog story and I have to congratulate Mr Palahnuik for finding the time to write 400 pages of crap but to reel me in throughout.
For years, we ordinary people have relied on merchant banks to protect our pensions.
We’ve assumed that the preposterously rich executives who take home bonuses that would feed whole working class families for YEARS could do their jobs properly. We assumed they could follow economic indicators and act accordingly. We assumed that the 150 years’ experience of Lehman’s firm (and others like them) would result in effective decision making.
And we made all these assumptions because the people who work for these organisations all earn immoral amounts of money.
We were, of course, wrong in these assumptions.
The folding of Lehmans and the similiar demise of Merrill Lynch on the same day today is a disgusting slight on the attitude that wealth, ridiculous wealth, creates in our society.
I feel sorry for the support staff who were merely doing their jobs. The fat cats (around 25,000 of them) will simply lick their wounds and wait for the cream to come along again.