there are days i would make a brilliant film baddie. i was going to say bond villian but i'm thinking more die hard 5 because we love bruce , and they always have excellent baddies who can't do accents. i can't do accents, and i have a mean cat and some murderously pointy shoes so i think the role is mine. ideally the base for my nefarious doings would be here
but it could also be here
if bruce wouldn't come to blighty i'd be more than happy to do my plotting and scheming from a sunnier location.
the lengths i will go to for sparkly treasures know no bounds and the targets of my greed this week are so marvelous i'm not sure you could stand to look upon them.
they currently live in the manchester music archive , but not for long...
oh go on then, look, but don't forget they're mine.
buzzcocks were (well, are) everything you could ever want from a pop group. there's the super enigmatic weird disappeared one, the camp one, the bit of rough, the pretty one, and the one you can't quite picture (but when you look it turns out he's a real sweetie), all making singles of unrellenting excellence.
you'll all have 'singles going steady' (obviously) so here's 'time's up' off of spiral scratch. everyone knows that 'boredom' is untouchable but this has one of the world's greatest opening lines...
buzzcocks - time's up
and 'what do i get?'