For some reason, I was thinking this morning about books named after song titles, or lyrics, and whether they’ve ever been of interest to copyright lawyers….then I was in ‘Spoons this morning and saw this beer.
Bit early to try it, sadly
Like weekends, December is too short
Back in the olden days, when Twitter was still a nice place to be, there was a hashtag called #PostASongLyricYouLove
“And I can play hide and seek with my fears And live my days instead of counting my years”
I’m not a fan of the works of either Freddie Mercury, or Kenny Everett and Cleo Rocos, but I’m sure they’d have been great fun on a night out….and this is a sweet story
“In 1988, Princess Diana, disguised as a man, along with broadcaster Kenny Everett and singer Freddie Mercury had a drink in London’s Royal Vauxhall Tavern, a gay club in London.”
I’m thinking about writing and running a Powershell script to upload my twitter archive to micro.blog
I want to confirm whether or not to upload each tweet
But, according to an AI thing:
It would take approximately 259.17 hours to read 31,100 tweets.
The Hogwarts Express came through Salisbury station just now
The German rendering of Ben Lyttleton’s Twelve Yards reads like it’s about monitoring elves
I’d read that book too
By my calculations, it’s only 15 sleeps until Gavin and Stacey
Melvyn Bragg once perceptively said that the 1970s McCartney had made a “magnificent attempt to be seen as, and to behave as, a very ordinary young English man” to hide the fact that “he was a most extraordinary young English man”.
This is a lovely Christmas wreath on a lovely Salisbury building…but it looks a bit out of proportion - as if there’s been a Spinal-Tap-Black-Sabbath-Stonehenge type confusion between inches and feet
Just saw this in town.
Salisbury to Norfolk would be a decent walk
Thoughts on yesterday’s Tottenham - Chelsea match ⚽
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wasn’t it marvellous?
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caicedo was maybe lucky to stay on, but not as lucky as Kulusevski
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Spurs need to take action against the daft people who chucked stuff at our players, and the FA need to take action against the daft club that gave them the stuff to throw
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I love all sorts of music…but “Tottenham Hotspur, it’s happening again” is my favourite song
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The Athletic: Palmer’s Panenka penalty was as brilliant as it was utterly disrespectful.
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as I say…. marvellous
it’s windy out
Many of the COVID signs, warning people to keep their distance, are fading now
I wonder when the last one will disappear from view
Annual-ish post / toot / tweet / skeet….
Please could you all continuosly stream my daughter’s version of Blue Christmas from now until Boxing Day
That would be grand
Thanks in advance
Blue Christmas - Bethany Eve on Spotify
Spotify tells me that I’m in the top 0.2% of listeners to Elvis
….so the year hasn’t been entirely wasted
I’ve never seen Back to the Future.
I only realised today, when I saw this poster, that the name of the band ‘McFly’ is a Back to the Future reference
Lovely BBC radio doc about Shane Macgowan, with his wife, and his sister, and Nick Cave, and Bono, and Geldof, and Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all
I particularly enjoyed
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the detail about the Broad Majestic Shannon from Shane’s sister
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Bob Geldof initially dismissing the Pogues as “paddy-whackery”
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the bloke from the Wire on The Body of An American
BBC - Archive on 4 - Shane Macgowan - The Old Main Drag
To Trowbridge by train today.
In quick succession you go past the White Horse at Westbury, as in Ravilious' painting, and Dilton Marsh, of John Betjeman’s poem
There isn’t a porter. The platform is made of sleepers.
The guard of the last train puts out the light
And high over lorries and cattle the Halt unwinking
Waits through the Wiltshire night.
