You may not frequent this blog as often as you used to. That makes two of us.
However, I'm still trying to decide whether shite like this is flattery or a downright fucking liberty.
Compare and contrast if you can be arsed. Best of luck with your (ahem) "one man" campaign, Jamie. FFS.
Saturday, February 02, 2013
You may not frequent this blog as often as you used to. That makes two of us.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
1994 on Icerink
Okay, after the singles in 1992 and 1993, came Icerink's swansong; the We Are Icerink compilation. Five of the tracks had been released previously on the singles, but there were another seven completely unique to this release.
So for all you Icerink completists, here's everything else...
Various Artists | We Are Icerink [Davo LP001 CD]
Eat up, you're at your auntie's!
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 14:11
Friday, December 23, 2011
1993 on Icerink
For fans of this post and that post, here are all of Icerink's 1993 releases gathered together for the first time. The remaining tracks from 1994's "We Are Icerink" compilation coming soon...
Sensuround - When I Get To Heaven [Davo 5 12 and Davo 5 CD]
Shampoo - Blisters And Bruises [Davo 6]
Earl Brutus - Life's Too Long [Davo 7 12]
Oval - Fantastique | Love Hour [Davo 8 12]
Golden - Wishful Thinking [Davo 9 12]
Shampoo - Bouffant Headbutt [Davo 10 12]
Merry flaming Christmas.
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 20:53
Monday, December 19, 2011
1992 on Icerink
Been a while.
For those regular visitors who continue to land on this post from February 2009 after searching for Icerink Records, I have a wee treat for you. Uploaded to YouTube by me and collected together for the first time... ladies and gentlemen, I give you the first four Icerink releases from 1992.
Golden - Anglo American [Davo 1 12]
Sensuround - Blind Faith [Davo 2 12]
Oval - Photograph [Davo 3 CD]
Supermarket - Supermarket [Davo 4 12]
There you go. More to follow in time, so keep your eyes peeled.
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 13:36
Monday, October 11, 2010
Not many posts this year, I guess. But maybe quality is better than quant.... ah.... best not finish that sentence. Yep, it would seem that 2010 has been my busiest blogging year since 2005 and no mistake. Some of my silence has been intentional, but other bits of it, less so.
In mid August, I was all set for my traditional two week holiday and the only thing I'd decided I really wanted to do was get back out on my bike again. I've been a keen, long-distance cyclist for most of my adult life, but have almost always stuck to roads. And unlike most of the "cyclists" Five-Centres encounters, I have always obeyed the Highway Code, stopped at lights and junctions, and remained courteous to all road users and pedestrians alike. In spite of having never "met my maker", I am usually met with sharp intakes of breath whenever I discuss my cycling preference with friends or colleagues ("Yer takin' yer life in yer hands oan thae roads, pal").
Anyway, what better way to kick my holiday off - and stay safe - than a bit of a off road mountainbiking? Sunday 15 August 2010 is a day I'll never forget. In fact, it's a day I keep reliving when I close my eyes at night... It was the first day for weeks that it hadn't rained; the skies were clear and blue and the sun blazed. I was persuaded to join a few colleagues on a trip to the famed mountainbike trails of Glentress, Peebles.
I won't bore you with all the detail, but suffice to say after taking an hour-and-a-bit to cycle to the top (at a leisurely pace), I was flat on my face within the first two minutes on the way down. Quite how it went wrong I'll never know, but essentially there was a jump where I didn't know there was one. And it wasn't just a pissy wee thing either; the lead-up threw me in the air and because I didn't know there was a drop on the other side, I didn't have time to level the bike up for landing. I went over the handle bars at speed...
Broken nose... severely bruised ribs... torn rotator cuff (right shoulder)... broken left elbow... one week (including my birthday!) spent in hospital... an operation to pin my "shattered" elbow back together... and six weeks off work. How on Earth I've still got two front teeth, I'll never know. Thankfully my nose still looks the same, even if it feels totally different, the ribs are fine and my right shoulder is healing steadily and surely. My elbow is making very slow progress and will continue to do so. I can't bend my arm upwards, can't hold a fork to my mouth and can't scratch my head, but I am assured by the hospital consultants and physio that I will regain this movement through time. I really hope so.
It's not all doom and gloom. This is my third week back at work (albeit on reduced hours) and I'm now finding I can drive the car again (moving the gearstick was the problem - I didn't even have the strength to move into 1st gear before). And most of all, in my heart of hearts, I know things could very well have been far, far worse.
Oh yes... and I've got a right bastard of a scar. You should see it, it looks as hard as fuck.
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 21:33
Thursday, July 29, 2010
With that in mind, many of those currently following David "direct" Cameron's first prime ministerial trip to strengthen trade links in the Middle East, would be well within their rights to be somewhat taken aback by the rather frank nature of his comments. Not least in India where where he spoke of neighbouring Pakistan "promoting the export of terror" and being allowed to "look both ways" on the issue. Crikey!
So, none of the delicate, carefully chosen language of international diplomacy here. Many, including a number of Pakistani dignatories, have been angered and saddened by Cameron's tone of voice and his choice of words. And just as many seem to find his style a refreshing, if surprising, change.
I'm no Tory sympathiser, by any stretch (believe you me), but I must grudgingly admit that I have developed a slight, sneaking admiration of Cameron's willingness to be so upfront. Whether he's making a dreadful mistake, or paving the way for some courageous conversations remains to be seen, but to paraphrase Jeremy Hardy in Blackadder Goes Forth, I've got to admire his balls.
Anyway, what's your take on all this?
Perhaps this might be an opportune moment to remind ourselves of the time Cameron was completely lost for words during an interview with Gay Times (Lazy YouTube Embed alert!). Anyone for a Brokeback Coalition? I think the common parlance here is... LOL LMFAO etc...
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 22:35
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
In spite of the suggested drudgery in the accompanying picture, the daily drive through the M80-40mph-average-speed-roadworks isn't too bad either; it kind of flows.
Given that our car only has a cassette/radio, I've settled into listening to Radio 4. I mean, I suppose I could dig out some old C90s from the loft, but I'm not one of those folks who go all misty-eyed over mixtapes (although, I used to produce them at a legendary rate between the ages of 14 and 21).
So, for me, it's Today on the way in and PM on the way home. The homeward-bound journeys on Wednesdays and Fridays are a particular treat; you can't beat a bit of Heresy or (in particular) The News Quiz. The other week there, Armando Iannucci had me (literally) LOL-ing as I careered towards the Kincardine Bridge at about 70mph.
I really am partial to a bit of Today too, but fuck me, wouldn't it be nice - even if it was for just one day - if everyone who "appeared" on the show didn't feel quite so compelled to utter the words, "robust" and "transparent" every two seconds, irrespective of the topic being discussed? Sheesh.
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 21:09
Friday, April 02, 2010
I've really enjoyed being out and about in the car of a weekend; I find I don't get bored with it and can just drive and drive and drive. A couple of weeks ago, I headed southwards on the A1 towards Berwick-Upon-Tweed before driving back up to Edinburgh via Coldstream. I didn't let on to the kids that they were in England until they saw the "Scotland Welcomes You" sign just after crossing Coldstream Bridge! A nice wee surprise for them and something for them to tell their pals at school the next day. I've also enjoyed visiting places I haven't been for around thirty years; lovely scenic places such as Anstruther, Callander and Loch Lomond. I'm really looking forward to going back during the summer months.
The second achievement was gaining a hard-won promotion at work; I start in just over a week's time. The position is a dual-site role: I'll be primarily based near Glasgow, but will also spend regular time in North West England. So no more Stagecoach buses in and out of Edinburgh for me.
Good job I passed my test then, eh?
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 12:57
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 12:14
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, December 24, 2009
... or "Why might the Queen have been seen using binoculars on 30 April 2009?"
Well, they certainly knock "Coleen Nolan's tits", "Lorne Spicer's tits", "Kym Marsh's tits", "Sheila Fearne naked" and - worst of all - "Anita Dobson topless" into the proverbial cocked hat!
Anyway, I can't help with the majority of those searches, but for those interested, here's a picture of an attendee at a recent bukkake party in Dundee. What's that musty smell?
[File under "Let's laugh at Google search topics" and "That'll keep the hits coming"]
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 21:42
Monday, December 21, 2009
I must admit that I began to warm a little to... ahem... JLC during his time on Friday/Sunday Night Project when he was paired up with Alan Carr, but I'm afraid he's now firmly back in my hate zone. Not only was Heads Or Tails even more mundane than its title might suggest, but it was also less entertaining than watching twenty-two identical sealed boxes being opened over the course of forty-five minutes.
I'll never get that time back and now I cant even look at myself in the mirror.
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 23:08
Sunday, December 20, 2009
To be honest though, I'm not really all that fussed one way or another. I always found Rage Against The Machine's corporate-sponsored angst utterly boring and maybe that's because when they were at their most prolific, I was busy rediscovering music with proper tunes (En Vogue's My Lovin', Suede's The Drowners, Saint Etienne's Join Our Club and Maria McKee's Youth-produced joyfest, Sweetest Child being prime examples). For a reasoned argument against the tiresome Let's-Get-"Our"-Christmas-Number-One-"Back" campaign, just read the sentiments expressed by Mr Andrew Collins here (aye... of course, you come to my blog before you go to his... you're only human after all!).
Anyway, the whole point of this post is not to rage against RATM or, indeed, the X Factor. It's just that I'm so surprised that I actually know what is at the "top spot" - festive or otherwise! Putting aside the X Factor's yuletide successes of 2005 to 2008, I really cannot recall the last time I knew what was number one, far less give a shit!
Perhaps it was the time in 1998 when I wanted Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls to beat Spice Girls' Goodbye. And a fat lot of good that did.
Posted by Sky Clearbrook at 21:24