Archive for June, 2012


Drink London Porter

Today, I woke up and read of the horrors that a very good friend had endured over the weekend. Having moved into a leafy area of one of my favourite cities, he received a brutal and unprovoked beating from a large group of as-yet-unidentified youths. Stamping, running kicks and I dread to think¬†what else left him with his jaw wired… for six weeks. This and other injuries mean that the rest of his plans for the year are, at best, in doubt. Horrendous. Thoughts with Lorg.

Following this harrowing start, I did the usual stuff like drinking loads of tea, avoiding work and plugging cables into things. Then, having another bout of some skin issue, I trundled up to A&E with the recorded products of said cables being plugged into certain things and edited this track in the waiting room. Better than screaming kids and pissed up dicks, I hope.


The offspring and their travels

So I’m fortunate enough to live opposite the lovely Greenhead Park. This pleases me greatly. Greenery offests my garden. This may sound pompous, and it probably is, but having arrived here from Harehills in Leeds, it is a welcome fact. Urbanity and deprivation were defined around there. In fact, it was exactly why we chose to live where we do.

So, imagine my horror when the local authority decides to up the ante from community events and music in the bandstand type fodder (I’ve been assured there is power in the bandstand if anyone ever fancies a renegade set with me, but that is another matter) and put a bloody great big pop concert on in our beloved park.

I say ours as this is a public park. So on top of a bloody great pop-fest of consumption and environmental damage, the park has been closed to the public. Only those forking out a wedge of cash can enter. Now I’m sure the government would love this public/private profiteering racket affair, but I don’t. It is wrong.