tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288252272012-01-17T19:28:34.766ZHeart failed in the back of a taxiSky Clearbrookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296943089129847043noreply@blogger.comBlogger4511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28825227.post-37456464958026893852011-12-24T14:11:00.000Z2011-12-24T14:11:07.924Z

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!

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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 [

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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

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Yes... so where was I? 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

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Of course, everybody knows that tact and diplomacy are important qualities to possess for anyone wishing to enter the delicate world of international relations. 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

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Aye. Enjoying the new job, thanks for asking. 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

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I'm so looking forward to seeing Matt Smith as the new Doctor tomorrow. I know he's going to be great. My oldest daughter is adamant she will hate him, but I am quick to remind her how devastated she was when Christopher Eccleston turned into David Tennant. I know by the time episode 13 has aired, I'll be able to turn around and say, "I told you so!"

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It's been a busy old time for me since Christmas and a time during which a couple of my aspirations have been realised. In early February, I passed my driving test. Until recently, I've never really felt compelled to drive - not even twenty years ago when all my mates were busy passing their tests and getting cars. Sure, it was fun being driven around by them, but their fascination with going

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You Got The Love... it's one of those rare songs which [1] keeps coming back time and again, [2] people never seem to tire of hearing and [3] doesn't fall into the category marked "irritating" because of points [1] and [2]. The song itself has a history which stretches back almost a quarter of a century. The precise details are murky, but from what I can gather - having pieced together the things

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After about two months of running myself into the fucking ground, I've finally got a bit of decent time off work. So fucked have I felt that, whilst I may have been doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that, my weapon of choice has been to generally do nothing in particular. Monday was the last day I worked and that was spent on a trip to Northampton. Although I've been once before, it

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... or "Why might the Queen have been seen using binoculars on 30 April 2009?" Not my words, ladies and gentlemen, but those of some intrepid Googlers who've landed on Avenues and Alleyways recently. 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!

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Yesterday, I did something which I can't go back and change; something I've since come to deeply regret... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I watched Justin Lee Collins' Head Or Tails on Five. I know, I know! It was shite and my actions are totally unforgivable. It. Just. Sort-of. Happened. I must admit that I began to warm a little to... ahem... JLC during his time on Friday/Sunday Night Project

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So, the power of Facebook and Twitter are demonstrated yet again... Like many things, they probably have as many good points as bad, so whilst Twitter may given a voice to many a discontented Iranian voter, it - along with The Book Of The Faces - is also responsible for replacing one complete bastard Christmas number one with another. To be honest though, I'm not really all that fussed one way

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Sigh. I haven't been myself of late. I don't know why, but I find I am being gripped by an ever-increasing rage at repititious, televised guff. Yes, it's fair to say that I'm always profoundly pissed off at annoying TV adverts and suchlike, but it's got so bad recently that I feel my very will to fucking live is being brutally eroded. That X Factor/Talk Talk/Brightdancing/Neon Rainbow fucking

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Tuesday 1 December 2009. It's 7.35am and it's totally, utterly freezing. But just look a this sunrise. No fancy techniques applied to this, just a 7MP Fuji Finepix pointed out the back window looking towards the Forth Valley. Pull apart my ribs and let the sun inside. Stunning.

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Brightdancing? Fucking shitedancing*, more like. I know that Alex Chilton, as a member of Big Star, has proved hugely influential on the likes of Teenage Fanclub and er... others, but I'm totally sick to the back fucking teeth of hearing him sing the same dreary lines from The Box Tops' Neon arse-ing fucking Rainbow as it relentlessly soundtracks the Talk Talk sponsor stings bookending X Factor

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Sky "Two Jags" Clearbrook I got a letter from the government the other day... well... my local GP's surgery, to be more accurate. I opened it and read it, it said I was "at risk". Yes, seemingly I am in the "at risk" group for catching swine flu. So, I made the necessary appointment and - after another early morning appointment where I spotted a fellow Dunfermline-based blogger hanging about

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Well... I really enjoyed The Waters Of Mars. Looking forward to the next episode!

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I always knew that the main bassline of Massive Attack's 1991 classic, Safe From Harm, had been borrowed from a much older track, but I never really knew which. And frankly, I never could quite get round to finding out. Well, anyway... whilst playing GTA IV recently (yeah... and???), I noticed that one of the tunes on the in-car radio stations was this kind of soul-jazz workout featuring the

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Who fancies a 32gb Samsung YP-P3 mp3 player for the bargain price of £149.99? I fucking do. Back in mid-August, my beloved Creative Zen Vision M bit the dust so I reluctantly began the search for a new player. After a bit of digging, I unearthed this wee corker on the ever-reliable Play.com. I kept an eye on it for a couple of weeks; the release date was not until the end of August, so there was

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Haha! I've been feeling quite dizzy for a few days now and have been experiencing a dull ache in my chest for most of today. I can never get an appointment at the doctors' surgery, and even when I do, they just fob me off (haha - never heard it called that before!)... But it's probably just wind, eh?

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Showaddywaddy, eh? I thought that Romeo Challenger was a great moniker and I remember always getting singer, Dave Bartram, mixed up with "Mr" Roy Get-It-Together North off of The Basil Brush Show. It's maybe just my memory playing tricks, but they never seemed to be off Top Of The Pops or Cheggars Plays Pop in the olden days. I always thought they were quite pish, but to be fair, they came

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What the fuck is going on with Blogger today?

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I never liked Showaddywaddy. They were as irrelevant in the 1970s as they were ubiquitous. In fact, they're so irrelevant, they're not even the subject of this post.Look at this photie. There they are in their heyday; striking a pose on - of all things - a witch's hat in a children's play park.We had a witch's hat in our local park. It was one of those rare pieces of play equipment on which you

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Having said all that, let's look on the bright side.It might be fucking autumn. It might be dark by about four or five o'-friggin-clock. I might be on my fucking knees after month's worth of mind bending work. But... I'm also on piggin' holiday. Come on Sky, stop your sobbing!Happy, happy. Joy, joy.

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Ho hum... feeling a bit glum. Maybe it's the time of year.The Mission were a band that I really loved around about 1987 to 1990. I finally got the chance to see them when they played live in Pittencrieff Park, Dunfermline, as part of their Highlands and Islands tour in August 1989. Yes, Dunfermline - neither highland nor island - was the destination for my favourite band and, to my delight, they

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Who here likes The Noisettes?Yeah. I do. Good pop songs, catchy choruses, a soaring string here and a grizzly guitar there. Yep... I like them. But...There's this 1970s John Savident lookalike who gets on my bus (that's my bus) at the Co-Op stop in Rosyth most mornings and he always likes to play his iPod loud. So loud, in fact, that he might as fucking well have it linked up to a set of speakers

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Some of you may remember this post from some time ago about a great band, called Sawyer, with whom I was (very briefly) involved and - more accurately - a big fan of.In the original post, I made mention of the fact that I may embed some Sawyer mp3s if I got permission. Well, my good pal - and former Sawyer vocalist - JM gave that permission almost immediately, but for some reason, I never really

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Love lost. Fire at will. Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill.Now that my super duper, souped-up PC can play Grand Theft Auto IV, I've spent the past few days immersing myself in its incredible online multiplayer modes.As I've mentioned previously, although I quite like Max Payne series, the GTA franchise is my one and only proper concession to PC gaming and GTA IV really is something else. There

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There's a crow up there that keeps going, "Fuck!"Love 'em or hate 'em, you've just got to admire crows' balls, haven't you?Not literally, of course; I mean, their spirit - not their 'nads (if they have any, that is). Even by avian standards, they're not exactly blessed with looks, or even charm, but for fuck's sake you've just got to take your hat off to their balls-out, couldn't-give-a-shite

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Oh... Stanley, Wiggs and Cracknell... why do you continue to do this to your most loyal of fans?Another re-release of your brilliant debut album, Foxbase Alpha, only this time remixed/"re-produced" by Richard X. We're sure it'll be great and everything, but you just know that - after all your endless compilations and deluxe reissues in recent times - the only folks who will be buying Foxbase Beta

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Very unusual indeed for me. A day off sick. The culmination of days' worth of increasingly feverish build-up.As ever, I won't bore you with the symptoms (as most bloggers are want), but I do feel ever so inexplicably out of sorts......bed at 1530 yesterday afternoon... dreamt I got an arse tattoo... woke up at 1810 not knowing where I was for what seemed like a good five minutes... staggered

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At last. News reaches Avenues and Alleyways that fucking Oasis are to finally split. Well thank fuck for that.Yes... it was inevitable really. After being mainmen in their own 1990's heyday, Andy Bell and Gem (with a hard 'G' - natch) have decided to reform their own respective '90s behemoths; scene-that-celebrates-itself topsters Ride and NWONW also-rans, Heavy Stereo.Andy Bell, Mark Gardener,

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...and Adam Sandler.Sorry, but I couldn't resist that. I've never seen this film and have absolutely no idea who the rest of the cast are. For all I know, Sandler may very well be the funniest person in this film.I have seen Little Nicky, though. And frankly, that was quite enough for me to have made my mind up about this one already.

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They say these things happen in threes... and it's true.Event 1: My MP3 player bit the dust a fortnight ago right in the middle of Edinburgh's George Street as I listened to Led Zeppelin's Hats Off To (Roy) Harper. I've been dealing with such matters for long enough now to know that the sound of a clicking hard disk officially means... it's fucked. And it is.I loved that MP3 player. It is (was!)

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In the early 1990s, Kirkcaldy had quite a vibrant music scene (in fact, I'm sure, it still has).And it had to really, because - although Kirkcaldy is geographically very close to the big city, bright lights and cool, cool people of Edinburgh - it finds itself stranded by the lack of any direct link over the icy Forth and - as a result - often feels so very insular at times.During those early '90s

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That's a nice, round figure. Ta.

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Hesitation and deviation I can live with. Repetition seriously gets my goat.And I suppose that's the whole point of those annoying little stings that sponsors of TV programmes bookend the breaks with. Love 'em or hate 'em, the sponsors want to get inside our brains; miniature Trojan horses, slinking their way into your subconsciousness, repeated endlessly until you eventually realise you cannot

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...it's short, it's simple, it's crystal clearI've been trawling my way through hours and hours and hours of old VHS-C and Digital Hi8 camcorder tapes of late. I'm in the process of digitally backing them all up on the PC and will subsequently copy the mpegs to a secondary hard drive before going on to create DVDs. Belt and braces stuff. Since 1999, I've amassed so much footage of the kids

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...so I think I'm gonna put you down for a while

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Been looking for a Father's Day card for (surprisingly enough) my Dad.Whilst we all know such days are blatant commercial opportunities, I certainly don't begrudge buying a card with a wee present to go with it - and I don't always wait until Father's Day to do it. That said, I do find it highly frustrating trying to find a card which doesn't fall into one of the four categories I believe are

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Q. What do you do when the interior of your house suddenly decides to reconfigure itself?A. Completely ignore it and carry on as if it has always been that way.Coronation Street - Friday's fantastic photo

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Grrr. I fucking love yogurt. I can't get enough of it.If I'm having a standard sized "pot", I find that one is simply not enough and will happily trough my way through at least two in one go. I'm partial to a Müller Light (or three) and at least they come in fairly big pots as standard.I'm not sure what kickstarted this particular penchant, but (needless to say) I have a feeling it all stems from

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It's 5 March 1984 and the man standing in the front row, second to the left, is my Dad.He and his colleagues are outside Comrie Colliery in Fife, listening to a speech given by Arthur Scargill. It's the eve of the year-long miners' strike and the very day on which the National Coal Board announced that twenty mines were to close with the loss of around 20,000 jobs.This is a screen grab I've taken

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Say it ain't so.As The Apprentice reaches its Series Five climax tonight, it has just been announced that Margaret Mountford - queen of the withering look - is leaving!Whilst there is a sixth series - as well as a new "junior" version - lined up for 2010, maybe this really is the beginning of the end. Everybody knows the real stars of The Apprentice are Nick and Margaret and their role has built

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Hope you enjoyed the summer.Big Brother (10) starts tonight and suddenly everything feels very cold indeed.Davina and all your hangers-on... go fuck yersels.

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Well...I hope it's been really sunny and hot where you are, because let me tell you, it's been fucking scorching in Edinburgh and Fife.If the person in charge of the weather is reading, please let it continue up to - and including - Monday. That'd be grand.

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What do you call Fab Photo Friday when you're probably not allowed to use that title?Find out here...

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Yes folks!Nobody's favourite blog, Avenues and Alleyways, is now celebrating three years of uselessness.Thank you to all those who can still be arsed coming back here time and again! I'm confident that you will continue to be as underwhelmed by this whole venture as I am.Cheers!

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If we put aside the stop/start Hollywood career and the (alleged) Courtney Love shagging, it's been a while since we had anything of substance from Steve Coogan.Coogan's last main comic venture, Saxondale didn't exactly set the world alight (although I really liked it), and it's been about a decade and a half since we had any Paul/Pauline Calf video diaries. But let's face it, his most popular,

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It's been nearly two years since I left Corrieblog.You may remember this post where I explained why I had kind of fell out of love with Coronation Street and - two years on - this other recent post might also suggest to you that there's still very little chance of a reconciliation.Well... I recently received a kind invite from my old Corrieblog pal/boss, Flaming Nora, to be an occasional

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I'm away to Edinburgh tonight to go and see White Lies at the Picture House.They were included in the BBC's top tips for 2009 at the end of last year and their debut album was released to a flurry of anticipation in January. They've since gone on to release a number of further singles, but the fever seems to have subsided somewhat. Anyway, I really like the "icy" and "sweeping" sound of their

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Hello.I'm just back from a week's work in the Lake District. Very knackering, but also very enjoyable.

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Last night's Question Time was a bit of a corker wasn't it?The audience - much to my delight - continually heckled and berated panellists, MPs Margaret Beckett and "Sir" Menzies Campbell as they tried to simultaneously condemn those alleged to have abused their expenses and defend/explain away their own, recently-investigated expense claims.There's nothing like a bit of scandal to get the "Great

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And while I'm on, I've just got time for another quick moan...T-Mobile's not-so-spontaneous flashmob adverts are seriously getting on my fucking wick. Peopled by no-one but utterly smug show-offs, these pish-casts have been tainting our tele-boxes for fucking months now. The new Trafalgar Square (ahem) singalong ones are just the encrusted and spunked-up icing on a shite-filled cake.Aye... leaves

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I thought I'd break my self-imposed silence (brought about by a significant lack of blogging inspiration) just to say how much......I fucking hate it when people insist on beginning every other sentence with the words, "Do you know what?"It's all the rage with folks on the telly and that.

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I've always admired Ms Lumley for a number of reasons (not to mention decades)*, but how she totally kicked Phil Woolas's arse and led him by the nose in front of the UK press over the government's handling of the Gurkha affair was nothing short of inspirational.I didn't realise you could embed BBC iPlayer clips... until now. So, get ready for my first ever lazy BBC iPlayer embed.Yep, you'll all

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If you'd asked me a couple of years back, I would never have said that I favoured EastEnders over Coronation Street. But these days - and I never thought I'd hear myself say this - EastEnders certainly seems to have the edge.Sure, all this I'm-gonna-leave-the-Square/Walford pish, recycled car accident death storylines and unrelenting Max Branning tear-stained misery has been done to death over

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Today, I managed to combine four of my least favourite things into one, handy, bite-sized lump of disappointment.I fucking hate Bank Holidays. I hate how lots of shops and business are shut and how those that are open are way too busy. I hate that there's no rhyme or reason over what's open and what's not. I hate how the buses run Saturday services. I hate how the telly schedules change. And I

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Make sure you've got your Tena Lady on folks. Yes, the original - and best - lazy YouTube embed (credit where it's fucking-well due, - you know I first coined that phrase, you charlatans) is back!For this can't-be-arsed-to-write, easy, sleazy attempt at generating fuck-all comments, I have (ahem) travelled back to 1982 to select what tedious music commentators might describe as a "slice" (???!!!)

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I've always been intrigued by the word "romp".Favoured by absolutely no-one but the red tops, to me, the word "romp" just seems to conjure up an image of people engaging in consenting yet unashamedly filthy fucking. Grrrr. Dunno what a romp actually is, but I really like the sound of it.Apparently, a couple have been openly romping on the grass outside Windsor Castle. I won't provide any links,

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Back in the days when the latest recession was only known as the credit crunch [TM], Barclays announced that they were going to drop their "hilarious" Barclaycard adverts featuring Stephen Mangan and the hateful Julian Rhind-Tutt.The rationale was that, in the current economic climate [TM], it was inappropriate to promote credit and general finance with such zany flippancy (whether the campaign

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Well, that's what I get for mocking someone's house...Over the weekend, a never-sore-before tooth started giving me serious jip. Completely out of the blue, it started to throb (yeah - and what about the tooth?). No gradual increase in pain over a period of time - oh no siree - just nothing one minute, and then severe, keep-me-awake-all-night, pain.Anyway, I'm not registered with a dentist, so I

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So, the country is in the midst of its worst recession in decades and you've decided to sell your house. Okay, that's a brave move in the current economic climate [TM], but perhaps you don't have a choice.Mortgage approvals are down and the property market is in a slump, so you'll naturally want to do all you can to generate as much interest in your home as possible; you want to make your home

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Hey! Attention, weird lurkers.It doesn't matter how often you search for Coleen Nolan topless or Lorne Spicer's tits, you ain't gonna not find any of that stuff here!But, all the same, do keep those hits coming. At least it's better than cuckolds searching for fuck my wife.

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I waded through my post-holiday inbox today. Inevitably, there were plenty of mails, but very little of substance.I've always been quite cagey (!) about giving out my personal email address and have therefore been (touch wood) quite fortunate in that I've never really been troubled much by spam/scam mails. That's probably why I usually end up posting about them here because they are so rare.As

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Nothing personal.See you in a couple of weeks.

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Haaaaaaaaaaaah-hahahahahaha!Is it wrong of me to laugh? I defy you not to.

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Friday 29 March 2002 was a glorious, sunny and (oddly) summer-like day.I remember it well for a number of reasons. It was Good Friday, I was fitting a bathroom in our old flat, our second daughter was three months away from entering the world and the mighty Big Breakfast on Channel Four finally came to an end in one final three-hour marathon.The common perception was (and probably still is) that

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For the PC gamers amongst you, the good news is that Rockstar Games have just announced they have Max Payne 3 in production.It's been six years since the last brilliant instalment, so it will be interesting to see how the new game will look and feel.The bad news is that it's Rockstar Vancouver who are looking after it. Hope they don't fuck it up like they did with the GTA IV port released for the

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To London, departing Edinburgh Airport at 0645. It's been a very productive day with much work done.Arrived early and killed some time by sitting in Victoria Tower Gardens, staring at the Thames in the lovely spring sunshine and then spotted BBC political correspondent, Gary O'Donoghue getting out of a car outside Four Millbank.Later on in the afternoon, I witnessed a big streetfight between a

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Lots of memories at this great site for Edinburgh gig goers of a "certain" age. Thanks to ma big pal Bruce for the link.

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Just received my daily Snowmail from Channel Four News.George Galloway has been refused entry into Canada after The Jewish Group had raised concerns about his planned visit and cited examples of some of his previous public speeches as evidence enough to brand him a threat to Canada's security and prevent entry.Whatever you think of him, Galloway's onscreen confontations are always entertaining

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Got one of those clothing collection leaflets through the door the other day.I understand such "services" are widely believed to be some sort of scam and putting aside the obvious typos and questionable grammar within the document itself, I am particularly intrigued by the offer to collect, amongst other things, unwanted underwear.The small print at the bottom clearly states they are not a

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BBC's Gaelic programme Cunntas is now in its ninth series.Err.... [citation needed].

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Many a childhood Saturday afternoon spent gazing longingly at the ranges of Palitoy Pocketeers in places like Woolies in the High Street or the now-demolished Co-op department store in the now-demolished Randolph Street* in Dunfermline.I might have had three, but I only remember the two pictured. Let's face it, Fruit Machine was the one to have."Borrowed" the pics from this site. Well worth a

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STV are about to launch a new on-screen identity and station logo from next Monday.Big deal. I must admit I'm quite ambivalent about it really, but the thing I always find fascinating about any form of rebranding is the sort of language employed by the decision-makers when attempting to explain what it's all in aid of.David Brook, STV's (interim) director of programmes and marketing is quoted as

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Take a look at them.This year's would-be apprentices line up for the obligatory po-faced, check-how-important-(ie stern/pissed-off /don't-suffer-fools-gladly)-I-look group photo. And doesn't the pre-series anticipation just feel exquisite? You just know that over the next couple of months, we will laugh so hard and long at this lot that we will need Tena Lady on repeat prescription just to keep

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Oooohhhhh... You're my wife now!

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I'm enjoying Twitter more than I thought I would.Yes, it's ultimately pointless really, but it's also a good way to while away a bus journey (posting the car registration numbers of those I see texting whilst driving is a particularly petty, yet pleasurable, diversion!).Naturally (!?), like millions of others, I am "following" Stephen Fry, Philip Schofield and Jonathan Ross whose frequent tweets

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I was going to moan about how much the new bunch of adverts for Confused.com are really pissing me off.The weird-yet-brain-fryingly-annoying cardboard cut-out/live "action" ones have been replaced by buffoons mugging/bleating down their webcams about how "friendly" and "so, so easy to use" the new Confused.com website is (fuck, just how bad could the previous version have been?). One of the ads

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Seriously. Who, in the name of fuck, keeps arriving here after Googling for either "Coleen Nolan topless" or "Lorne Spicer topless"?I've been absolutely inundated with lurkers searching for a glimpse of TV-wifie bazooka and I blame this post and all subsequent comments.Sorry folks, but there's none of that sort of thing here, you know. Actually, if you are one of those aforementioned lurkers, why

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Hey kids! Who here remembers 2008? Heh heh - I know I do.It may seem like ever such a long time ago, but it was twelve months ago this very week that Elbow unleashed their mighty Grounds For Divorce single onto the unsuspecting public. And what a year it has been for them. GFD's parent album, The Seldom Seen Kid, is fucking brilliant.The album may have taken a while to "take off", but it richly

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Oh whoop-de-fucking-doo!U2 have apparently played a "surprise" rooftop concert atop (where else?) BBC's Broadcasting House. I'm not quite sure how that has come as a surprise; the BBC have been publicly fellating U2 for weeks now all in the name of their new commercial venture, No Line On The Horizon. I couldn't have thought of anything more predictable actually - yet another Beatles/Rattle and

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I'm not one to bang on and on about our upcoming holiday to sunny Gran Canaria, but as it's exactly four weeks away, it's now starting to feel quite "within reach".Not much to prepare this time around, particularly because my "key" (such an overused word in business circles, don't you think?) reads are well and truly sorted out. This morning, some manna fell from heaven in the form of A NEW

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What an absolutely superb resource Spotify is!After all the recent fuss, I thought I'd give it a whirl and downloaded it, first of all, onto my laptop. It only takes a couple of minutes to set up and before you know it, you can stream music and create your own playlists. The free service includes adverts between some of the tracks, but these are fairly few and far between (although I think I

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Given that my daughters went past the CBeebies stage some years ago, I haven't watched the channel since the glory days of Balamory, The Shiny Show, Where's Boo? and The Story Makers... honest.I've been reading today that a bunch of parents (a vocal minority, no doubt) have got their knickers in a twist about this fun, educational and genteel channel. But what could be the source of this chagrin?

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It's hard to imagine that only a fortnight ago, the whole country (ie London, mainly) came to a snowbound standstill.Today is what "one" might describe as mild; there are some green shoots poking through the soil in the garden and the sun is beating down. From the inside of the house looking out, this morning has all the hallmarks of a lovely (if still a little "fresh") spring day.What with the

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The seedy gets.

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At last!Thanks to Alexis Petridis out of The Guardian, you too can dress like pop's comedy parp-parp music [TM C. Brooker] trumpet producer/remixer, Mark Ronson. Let's face it, who doesn't yearn to resemble music's mumble-voiced Mr Personality? I know I do. And now Petridis has shown me the way.It seems all you need is a porkpie hat and a stupid checked coat like Big John's out of Big John,

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Everyone's at it, so I thought I'd have a go at Twitter.Can't get the bastard thing to update from my mobile phone despite sending the verification code at the set-up stage.Anyway, for the 50% of bloggers who seem to like it, you'll find me here.

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It's one of those sure fire signs of getting on a bit when you start to rail against such an everyday thing as fashion.But... I'm going to anyway.HisWide-necked, button-up cardigans: Ultra-thin knitwear the best (ie worst) of which has some kind of hideous horizontal stripe "detail". Allegedly all the rage because such (ahem) icons as David Beckham and Mark Ronson (yeah, really) have been spotted

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And from one complete cock to another... and his wife.I've no idea why Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee are even bothering to "ape" the Beckhams (nor do I care), but this is utterly shite and more than a little bit disturbing.Oh fuck, I'm gonnae be... bleeeaaaarrrggghhh!

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I just can't stop watching that clip from Noel's HQ. It's this week's equivalent of the Todd Carty Dancing On Ice clip.Noel's straight-to-camera rant about the officialdom of Wealdon Council in denying ex-marine Joe Townsend (now confined to a wheelchair having lost both legs in Afghanistan) a purpose-built bungalow has generated quite a bit of comment on t'internet. His extraordinary tirade has

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"The smell of photographic chemicals. Appearing unkempt on Monday, but kempt on Tuesday. Heavily peppered fillet steaks. This has been the spirit of Icerink."1992 saw my life, in a number of ways, change for the better. On the audio front, it marked the first releases on Bob Stanley and Pete Wiggs' Icerink label.To me, Stanley/Wiggs seemed much more than just the purveyors of curiously,

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Julian Opie "does" Sky Clearbrook. This cost me a bloody fortune. How do I look?

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Did anyone watch the first episode of the "re-imagined" Minder last night?I did and it was complete and utter shite; quite the worst thing I have seen since er... Don't Forget The Lyrics. I should have known really, but I thought I'd give it a chance and now I'll never get those 60 minutes back. I won't bore you by trying to relay the story (because I can't remember any of it) or even attempt to

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If you're stuck for something to blog about, a lazy YouTube embed is a good bet. Then again, you can never go far wrong with having a laugh at some of the Google searches which bring people to your site.I get a few corkers now and again. Putting aside that anonymous troll fucker from an Inverness car dealership (which I could name, but won't) searching for "Royal Bengal Restaurant - Avenues and

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Oh, don't we all get ever so excited when the snow comes?Maybe it's because we live in a country where - against all the odds - it doesn't actually snow heavily very often. Of course, it cannot be denied that the silent "sound" of falling snow brings with it a particularly romantic (if icy) glow; that magical feeling you experience as a child when you wake up and look out the window to a world

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