What is it with newspapers at the moment? Practically everyone of them has been falling over themselves to give away free CDs over the past few weeks. The Mirror, Mail and Express have all been at it and probably a few others I haven't noticed. At the moment I'm listening to the freebie from yesterday's Daily Mail. Fleetwood Mac, The Byrds, Santana, Dylan and Janis Joplin are a few of the artists featured. Every one of those artists would have elicited howls of outrage and vitriol from the Mail readers of yesteryear. Funny how yesterday's "shock of the new" becomes tomorrow's "proper tunes with words you can hear etc..."
Speaking of proper tunes with words you can hear, the "Occupied Country Remix" of the Hendrix track clocks in at just short of 7Mb. I'll post a link as soon as my ISP gets its servers back up.
**UPDATE** - Link added on the right.
Good win for England last night, if a little unconvincing in the first half. Eriksson showed excellent tactical nous by bringing off Lampard for Heskey and going 4-3-3. It almost immediately resulted in England's first goal and young Wayne Rooney rewriting the record books.
Off the pitch the behaviour of the Macedonian support was appalling. From the burning of the St George's flag during the national anthems to the constant racist abuse of the black players, there should be enough evidence to ban the country from competition until they at least attempt to do something about it. Beckham has spoken out about that and the on field behaviour of the Macedonian team.
Autumnal Sundays - don't you just love 'em? It's days like these when I hanker for the moors. Yesterday we went up to Saddleworth and to Uppermill in particular. A pleasant couple of hours spent round a French market, acquiring a tray of fresh, free range eggs for next to nothing. Gazing in shop windows, noting the myriad activities that always seem to going on in the small towns and villages of the area. Jazz nights, folk clubs, film societies, amateur dramatics, cricket matches.....At first I always think it would be great to be involved in such things, but I am soon reminded of a time when I used to strut my stuff in folk clubs around North Manchester. The in-fighting, politics and back-stabbing that goes on in these places beggars belief. I expect the same is true of jazz, film, am dram and cricket as well. It's turned me into a committed outsider.
All in all, I'm happier nearer the city where there's too many people for everyone to know everybody else's business. If I want to experience small town or village life I can always drive the 30 minutes to Saddleworth, admire it and return to the sanctity of anonimity.
Blaine Watch
The most telling analysis of Blaine's latest escapade was written on a placard as the showman incarcerated himself in his perspex box: "A fool chooses to starve himself and we all watch", the banner read. "One billion people have no choice and we ignore them".
Get the *full, fascinating* report here.
I know it's a pointless, egotistical load of bollox but it doesn't excuse life's little spoilers throw eggs, tomatoes and golf balls at him though does it ?
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