Late Night Stargazing

A few weeks ago, I had a bit of a phase of posting records by Belle & Sebastian, or by former member Isobel Campbell on this thread.

Tonight, I’m going to briefly pop back to the same area.

The other day, with my trusty mp3 player, as always on shuffle, tonight’s song cropped up.

I could tell it was Belle & Sebastian, but couldn’t put my finger on what it was called or what album it was from, which surprised me as it had all of the hallmarks of a track from one of their earlier albums, which I much prefer to their more recent stuff. (The cut off point, in case you’re interested, is 2000’s “Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant”, or maybe, at a push, 2003’s “Dear Catastrophe Waitress”. And yes, I realise that makes me sound like one of those unbearable “Oh, I only like their early stuff, before they got popular” types, but that isn’t true (on this occasion), for I didn’t even know who they were until 1998’s “The Boy With The Arab Strap”)

Anyway, upon further investigation, I found that the song in question is this, lifted from 2006’s “The Life Pursuit”. It’s prime Belle & Sebastian: twinkly piano, mournful brass, lyrics both bitter and pervy at the same time….perfect for a late night, in fact.


Belle & Sebastian – Dress Up In You

Time for me to reassess those later albums, I think.

More soon.

Try Not to Let the Door Hit Your Arse on the Way Out


Following the attack on Westminster a few weeks ago, you may recall I wrote a little thing about how certain famous people would undoubtedly use it to further their despicable far-right agenda.

So you can imagine how happy I was yesterday to hear that one of those I mentioned in said post, Katie Hopkins, is to leave LBC radio “with immediate effect”.

The reason for this swift exit was a Tweet she posted – and then swiftly deleted – in the wake of the Manchester tragedy. In case you haven’t seen it, here it is:


It wasn’t the baiting of Philip Schofield (of all people) that caused the ruckus, it was the reference to “a final solution”. I would hope that you will understand the reference without my having to explain, and why saying such a thing is vile and offensive, and yet further evidence of what a nasty piece of work she is.

Having deleted the Tweet, she reposted it, with the word “final” replaced by the word “true”, claiming it had been a typing error. Well, it was certainly that, but perhaps not in the way she meant. Personally, whenever I try to type the “true” I accidentally type the word “final”, and vice versa. They’re just so similar, aren’t they?

I wonder who’ll she’ll be supporting in today’s FA Cup True? Oops, there, it’s just happened. It really is so easy to do, isn’t it?

She remains employed by The Mail Online, of course. But then that sort of comment resonates with the majority of The Mail’s readership. She’s probably considered quite the moderate, in fact.

Sadly, whilst she still has thumbs with which to (mis)type, I fear we’ve not heard the last of this trouble-stirring, self-promoting, blethering racist.

It is worth nothing that Hopkins is not a member of a political party; indeed, according to the Spectator she has applied to join UKIP several times but has always been denied. Let that sink in for a moment. Even UKIP consider her too toxic to be associated with.

So, as is the norm round these parts, this seems appropriate:


Blondie – Just Go Away

More soon.

They’ll Have to Try Harder Than That

Like many of you, I was stunned, shocked and saddened by the events in Manchester on Monday night.

I have wanted to post something all week, but haven’t been able to think of anything to say which didn’t sound glib or inappropriate.

I mean, what can you say after such an horrific event?

Of course, all of our thoughts are with the families and friends of those whose lives were so needlessly taken. Of course, we stand together with the people of Manchester. Of course, we won’t be beaten, broken or bowed by this or anything else those murderers care to throw at us. If they seriously think that blowing up children is going to win them any friends, or lead us to submit, then they really don’t know us at all.

For in the wake of the terror attack, stories emerged which were truly awe-inspiring: reports of Muslim – that’s real Muslims – and Sikh taxi drivers ferrying people home free of charge; of locals inviting the lost into their homes whilst the melee calmed down; of the homeless tending to the injured until the emergency services arrived.

People of Manchester: I salute you.

So, like Donald Trump after forcing his way to the front of a NATO photo opportunity, we puff out chests, hold our heads up, and get on with our lives just the same as we did before.

Which means, I need to post a tune. And a bloody uplifting one at that.

Fortuitously, this weekend sees that event that every man, woman and child in the UK loves: a bank holiday weekend.

And, remarkably, the weather here has been gorgeous all week and seems set to remain that way all weekend. (See what I mean about not wishing to seem glib?)

So here’s this; oft-posted here before, since it’s not just one of my favourite summer records but one of my favourite records, full stop.


Electric Light Orchestra – Mr. Blue Sky

Listen to that and remember that everything’s going to be okay.

Although, I have probably just jinxed the weather.

More soon.