grooming tips for the modern gentleman

eighteen months in the north and i never went to the tache. disgraceful. if it'd exclusively featured moustachioed turns and ran special zapata only nights you'd never've got me out of the joint obviously. hell maybe they did and i just didn't know. it's just the sort of thing blackpool would do what with blackpool being so fantastic and all. it's just impossible to resist that killer polo neck and zapata combo and just crushing when you put it next to massive hair and bambi eyes. next to for gawds sake next to. oh jesus. like nancy and lee.

nancy sinatra and lee hazelwood - paris summer



there's times though rare i know when all that blondness and mascara just kinda gets in the way

lee hazelwood - pour man

tache photo by the ever fabulous multi talented i'm not always so stupid nancy. thankyou dear.

so wrong it's got to be right

if i ruled the world pop idol would be a thrill a minute adventure with contestants trying to burst the poor ageing singer out of generation x but what with another weeks dastardly deeds ending only with mauled henchmen and exploding secret hideouts that's looking increasingly unlikely. i blame stevie wonder. not for the downfall of my nefarious organisation but for all that round the note caterwauling that clogs up our tellys and drags dannii minogue screaming out of her favourite lap dancing clubs. not that i've ever watched any of that muck obviously. and i love stevie. i just can't help thinking that's where your mariahs and everyone got the idea and ran with it. and they laugh at the poor suckers who can't sing when obviously they should be cheering them on with screams of it's the new richard hell no he's more lee hazelwood neil tennant ronnie spector jarvis cocker ari up phil ochs bobby dylan even hell all those gorgeous marvels of non singing who are worth more that a zillion four octave nightmares

richard hell and the voidoids - time

sorry for laughing

i've been following the vinyl villain's 45 45s at 45 doohicky with an over excited mixture of ooohs and ahhs and simple bloody minds what is he ons and todays one was nirvana. i never got nirvana. i can't see what the fuss is all about. it's all just moaning and not washing his hair often enough to me i'm afraid. but put a bit of their what a bleedin' row one about not wanting a bath or whatever it is he's on about with the wobbly arsed wonder of destinys child and i'm there
nirvana v destinys child - smells like teen booty


oooh that's much better...

nature punk

for those of you wise enough to not get the observer and spend your sundays shuddering and swearing at the smug bastard thing... there's the occasional good bit

johnnie allan - promised land

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ain't got no time

it's a bloomin' outrage. i've got to go off and do stuff. AGAIN.

the isleys - work to do

that cat in england who swings his ass off

goodbye humph

i'm sorry i haven't a clue - 12/12/2005 - humphrey lyttleton, barry cryer, graeme garden, tim brooke taylor, jeremy hardy

john coltrane - my favourite things

there's a whole lovely southbank show to watch here
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smokeless

can you imagine smokey having anything to do with this ? hell no. no no no no no. smokey's gorgeous and all but he's just not funny. or quite ridiculously camp. i mean could you really listen to the tracks of my tears in quite the same way ever again if you'd heard him singing this ? and if you have any doubts imagine that's smokey in a pink suit practically john inmaning about in the video. but the miracles - they're huggin' kissin' fiends

the miracles - love machine