I don't care how bloody technically accomplished they are, nor that the drummer needs a song credit to get residual payments when he's an OAP, I simply DO NOT WANT to hear a drum solo! Blue Oyster Cult get away with one on "Secret Treaties" because it's only 5 seconds long.
Take heed all rock bands. Conrad has spoken.
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| Ha! Take that, drums! |
"The Hunger Games". Conrad somehow did not care to watch the first in this franchise. Not only not watch, not read about, not track down on IMDB, not have anything to do with. Curiously this has not prevented a sequel being made.
I cannot explain this utter disinterest. Perhaps the sinister brainwashing advertising campaign does not work on
| Even Conrad's cats were indifferent to The Hung - yawn - to - zzzz |
Dracula
Bear with me on this one. As I have been driving into work this past week or so, Conrad has noticed posters for a television programme called "Dracula". No explanatory blurb, and the featured actors seem to be in 1930's clothing. Not an incisor visible, nor anything sanguinary either.
Idly - kind of, one has to concentrate a little when driving a murder-mobile-cum-family-car - I wondered what the series might be about.
Then it dawned - this is about Sid Dracula, a clerk of works in Islington Council's Dog Licencing Office, a chap who lives on bottles of stout, bloater paste sandwiches and steak pie. He just happens to have an unfortunate surname.
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| Goes down well with the zombie drinker, apparently |
Okay, now I have to go search for the bag of fine gravel lurking somewhere in the Upstair Lair.
Tally ho!
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