Merry Christmas, your arse. Yes, a little tale of fairies from Shane and Kirsty has replaced Bing’s White Christmas and Slade’s Merry Christmas Everybody as the world’s favourite seasonal track, beautifully expressing how we feel about each other at this time of year. You’re a bum You’re a punk You’re …
Just in case you were unable to find any quality cleavage for Christmas here is the beautiful Eva Habermann perfect for the season. As they say in the Olde Country, I’d give her one. Merry Chriastmas everyone (again)!
So things were a little slow these last few months – well slow on the blog not so slow in work and life. But we are still going. If only Kentucky would pull out his finger we could add a whole bunch of quality drivel, but as it is just …
Yes, as Max says, Joe’s long gone now. But not forgotten. check out this homage to the great Clash busking tour of 1985. They came to Leeds and the announcement went round the Royal Park that Joe was outside playing white Riot — ‘Fuck off’ said Kentucky as he ordered …
It was sad to see that the relatively young man Pete Shelley left us: Most musical of mourners, weep again! There seems to be no rhyme or reason when these icons drop and good old Keith Richards, who has looked dead for 20 years at least is till trucking along. …
What do I Get? That’s what the Buzzcocks asked. Well, Pete, me old mate. 63. That’s what you get. Three score years and three for this particular Homo Sapien. Too young; much too young. As another Shelley wrote on the death of a Mr Keats: I weep for Adonais—he is …
There was me thinking I was a conservative all these years, but after reading The Consul’s helpful post on Generation Jones I’m pleased to say I am an a Radical after all … which is music to my ears: Me and Mrs Jones And talking of music we have to …
Great song. Great generation. That’s what I’m talking about. The men and women after the baby boomers are apparently known as generation Jones. ‘Generation Jones has rejected the optimism and trust in governments of those born immediately after the war but has yet to endorse the cynicism and selfishness of …
Great to see Kentucky again at the weekend. Now it’s not far off forty years ago since we first became all 8 kinds of Nashe drunk back in 1981. Was it all a figment of someone’s imagination? Would have been even better with Max. Walk across the garden In the …
I felt the happiness growing from within as soon as I saw that smile … Guess who just got back today Such a shame Kentucky no longer posts here, this blog could really do with an injection of his dry wit, beer insight, and large horn. I hope we see …
Kentucky Calling: “9.11.10 and your optimism is repaid little Maxxy Horn. 8 years and 2 months trying to extricate myself. Now, that other tight arsed trio- Heaney, Mahon and Longley – they could write a sweet line or two. They also liked a drop of the black stuff and, to …
Blimey O’Reilly there’s hope for us all. Max is enjoying Howards End and all’s right with the world. Meanwhile, let’s talk about sweets. Not, desserts (in Howards End they eat at Simpson’s-in-the-Strand to enjoy old English fare but then lunch at Mr. Eustace Miles’s restaurant, which specialises in meatless, nutritious …
After a few sessions where I was comfortably lying on the floor in packed bars and pubs: The Early Days In Ten Drinks – 03 – Bacardi, Vodka, Gin I decided I needed a new drink. And as we have established I really didn’t like the taste of beer, so …
Fast forward to the last week of the first term at Leeds and then the fun begins. Remember, I’ve never been drunk or even tipsy and I’m almost 19 years of age! I didn’t like beer but was determined to get drunk so I went to some Union Disco and …
Instead of drinking Shandy Bass with all the other cool young teenagers I was off learning magic tricks and other such madness. This didn’t bother me at the time, but there is one huge downside of not drinking until you are almost 19 is that you don’t know how to …
I was quite inspired and impressed with The Consul’s early days of drinking: Right, I had to get up … My story was quite different and less exotic. I didn’t actually get drunk until two months before my 19th birthday. Which means I was 100% legal. But before I arrived …
So after The Consul’s magnum opus on the early days of his drinking I felt like Eric Idle in the Four Yorkshiremen sketch, so the gauntlet has been laid down and I will be back tomorrow night with more. Unfortunately, I can predict now it will a much shorter exposition. …
Finally, the king of English wines. Chambard was the Morrisons wine that every student could afford. Kentucky and I took a couple of bottles to a Damned gig out in the Yorkshire countryside, elbowed our way to the front and pogoed the night away. Was it Nostell Priory? I then …
After Bacardi Rum, inevitably it then became Malibu de bombom, the favoured drink of Coconut airways. This got me pissed quick, particularly for a vegetarian on a dairy diet – just add milk. The last time I remember drinking it I was having fun (?) at a works do in …
Kentucky always liked a traveller and I liked the idea of a flask. I couldn’t afford one and so I used a Clearasil bottle. I wanted something inconspicuous and so into my used acne bottle went the clear Bacardi Rum. A water bottle for the road, sir? As sold by …
After a few pints at the Little Park and a Chinese takeaway I’d collapse on my bed with a glass of green chartreuse. At 55% it was much favoured as the strongest drink you could get round and about. Unfortunately I would often fall asleep in said position and wake …
The beautiful creamy hourglass of Stones sold by Bum, the Landlord, and Helga was the best pint I ever had. Cream in a sleeve, I regularly necked a glassful. Having been brought up on London piss like Youngs (no sparkler was half the problem), this was gorgeous. Alas the Little …
Well my favourite cocktail was always a white Russian –they got me on Milk and Alcohol, you know. My old man used to get out the liqueurs on any occasion we had guests—Drambuie, Cointreau, Grand Marnier, and so on. Fond memories. Except for the fondue. A horrible 70s invention of …
Ahhhhh, those first days away from home. Kentucky called me squire and tried to bully me. I called him something I can’t even remember – yeoman??? And we bonded over booze; north and south united in Guinness. Even Bob, that much maligned roomie of the flewgar was redeemed becos of …
‘Daddy was an alcoholic’ sang Satrsailor back in the day. Except I called them Starfucker in tribute to Eel Pie’s very own Twicker Mick Jagger. Well, for me, Mummy was a coper. She coped with my dad. She coped with her warring boys, me and my brother. There were three …
Graduating to work experience at Archers Golf and Sport shop in Twickenham, I soon became aware of the culture of the drinking man as opposed to the underage drinker. One lunchtime we closed the shop and decided to go to the Eel Pie for a pint; then another pint; and …
Back in the day, every little drinker wanted something sweet. After all the sugary drinks of childhood, only cider was kidult enough for our palates. Underage drinking at the Magpie started here. Every night there was a rumour of a police ‘raid’ and every night we bricked ourselves waiting for …
It has been pretty hectic at work since my sister left last week. She is now down in sunny Mexico and having a great time. This was the first time she has been to visit me since coming to America almost 30 years ago and it was so nice to …
Speaking of post war Americanization, of course in the bar scene of the film adaptation of that updated Tom/Jack/Mack-the-knife story The Talented Mr Ripley, it’s all about whiskey and soda. A bottle of Jack Daniels and a recording of Sophia Loren singing the song sounds good to me. I wonder …
Yep; that’s my childhood right there. We all dreamed ourselves American as kids. All in all, you’re just another… Keep building that wall Donald!
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