Nor yet the Dover Delay, nor the fact that Justin Beiber is still out there. Mind you, I wouldn't know him if I accidentally knocked him off the narrow mountain path next to a sheer drop to a ditch at the bottom full of broken bottes.
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| Beiber = boring. Here's a Regulus Cruise Missile being unpacked instead |
No, I refer to the positively inexplicable popularity of BOOJUM! over the past few days. Art?
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| 204 hits as of the 23rd. Gadzooks! |
"What are you carping at, you horrid old curmudgeon?" I hear you gasp in bewilderment. "Rejoice and be grateful!"
That's just it. Given all the entities and people - look no further than the first paragraph above and Justin Beebbelrot - that your humble (yet venomous) scribe insults on a daily basis, word is bound to get back to them if so many people keep visiting.
I can count on you to fund my legal defence team, right?
The Haul
Yours truly had, at the most, 10 minutes to spend in Fopp after visiting the bank, which he spent in whizzing round acquiring the below. They didn't have "John Carpenter's Greatest Hits" on the shelves, and by that I mean his soundtrack album on Varese Sarabande, not a clip compilation on DVD*. No trace of anything by the Apparat Organ Quartet nor Carpark North either. Dammit, how's a man to maintain his Impeccable Indie Street Cred if you can't supply the latest from Iceland or Norway?
Art?
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| James, John Carpenter, Pink Floyd and Genesis |
And then, from 1971 for you young whippersnappers, there's "Nursery Cryme" and the band's fearfully-middle class public school roots are rather to the fore, especially "The Fountain of Salmacis"; going for "Earnestly Learned" a bit too much there, Pete**. In compensation you have the proto-Triffid ecological warning about the Giant Hogweed, which is every bit as dangerous as advertised. DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL OR THAT HOGWEED, EITHER!
Plant warnings in the middle of a music review. Only at BOOJUM!
Then, from the distant past we whiz into the present pico-second - Conrad desperately trying to retain that hipster cool - and John Carpenter's "Lost Themes II", rather to my surprise not labelled "Lost Themes 2" as some silly studio suits over in South Canada would worry that people would go looking for the missing volumes 2 - 10***. I'm sure it's no coincidence that all the titles on Volume I were single words, whereas here they're all 2 words long.
Then - James. Listening to it now, and "Bitch" is the standout so far.
Okay, that's enough, on yer way now.
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| Poised to attack - Herculaneum Mantegazzianium^ |
You Expect Me To Drink What?
I don't know if my obsessive reading of the ingredient labels on foodstuffs and cosmetics is a good thing or bad; ignorance is bliss as long as your stomach stays safe, I suppose - and providing you can distinguish what you apply externally and internally.
My Still Anonymous Employer provided free drinkies on Thursday, so of course I had to inspect the label. Art?
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| "Botanical extracts?" |
<sound of liquid being emptied down the sink>
Bah!A Much More Pleasant Eating Experience
Conrad took time yesterday to pop into Northern Soul and get a Classic with Red Onion Chutney, one of their basic yet atavistically satisfying grilled cheese sandwiches. As usual they were flaunting a whole raft of catering, deservedly won. Art?
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| The old days, only a single unit large |
Take that, Snakewood! Hah! Wormwood! Take your slimey selves away down the drain, I've got a free sandwich on my next visit.
Okay, we will hit "Pause" here, rather than "Stop" as there's still yards more scrivel to come, matey, oh yes indeed. Catch you later, or, as they say over the Bug "Dosvidaniya!"
* Although that would be pretty cool.
** Peter Gabriel. Their lyricist. Not simply a stranger named at random.
*** See "The Madness of King George the Third"
^ Yes, Pete does describe it as this
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