Monthly Archives: January 2011

We are all Wolfsburgians now

Posted on January 31, 2011 by

So. Farewell then Tuncay Şanlı Loved by the fans But not by TFP.

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The memories of others

Posted on January 30, 2011 by

The exchanges with sister Diane below show how partial memory is; there was once a Labrador in our family, which I do remember, but I don’t remember its sex, nor that it had a litter (of one, apparently) nor do … Continue reading →

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Superstar, the truth

Posted on January 29, 2011 by

I’ve seen it put about recently that the Sonic Youth version of the Carpenters’ song, Superstar, exceeds the original in beauty, poetry and greatness. This was only on blogs and twitter feeds and stuff, so did not matter, but then … Continue reading →

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In my office on a Friday night

Posted on January 28, 2011 by

Being what my dear friend Old Stokie likes to refer to as an Arty Farty w***ker, I sometimes have a day when I am effectively entirely unproductive. Today was one such. But then I poured myself a G&T (Bombay Sapphire … Continue reading →

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Humble apologies/when a sister puts you straight

Posted on January 27, 2011 by

My post below appears to be full of wild inaccuracies. The true version of events as per Diane’s ‘comment’ – We did indeed do a flit to the Isle of Man, and we left early one morning … I remember … Continue reading →

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When we were Manx

Posted on January 26, 2011 by

After her divorce from our father Mum took us to live in the Isle of Man for a year and a half. We cleared Stoke-on-Trent in a midnight runner and journeyed over on the Isle of Man Steam Packet ferry. … Continue reading →

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Obscure Object of Desire

Posted on January 25, 2011 by

I’ve always hankered after one of these. Once, years ago, I went to buy one out of the small ads in the Norwich Gazette but, green and wet behind the ears as I was, I instinctively felt that a used … Continue reading →

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I have nothing to say

Posted on January 24, 2011 by

But I still wish to light up the calendar; Ollie and Perkins from the old days, doing stuff:

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Nearly Baltimore

Posted on January 23, 2011 by

I heard this drifting out of some retail outlet on Liverpool Street station today.

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How the poor stay poor

Posted on January 21, 2011 by

So I was in a parade of shops in a tatty quarter of Norwich, which, Norwich being Norwich, nevertheless has a quality butcher in it. I had no cash for the sausages I was intending to buy. I walked along … Continue reading →

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