I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays

The other day I watched Johnny Owen’s excellent documentary about the history-making Nottingham Forest team that won back-to-back European Cups in 1979 and 1980, led by the Brian Clough and his assistant Peter Taylor.

I remember watching the first European Cup final against Malmo (it was probably one of the first football matches I ever watched on TV) and specifically, this goal by Trevor Francis, the first ever £1 million player:

The documentary is called I Believe In Miracles, and this morning’s song features heavily:


The Jackson Sisters – I Believe in Miracles

More soon.


I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays

Seems I managed to forget to write one of these last week.

So to make up for that, here’s an absolute belter.

Mention Bran Van 3000 and most people will probably recall their Drinking in L.A. single from back in 1997.

Their follow-up album, Discosis, from 2001 didn’t really set the world alight. I’ve never understood why, because it contains one of my favourite records of that decade.

It has Curtis Mayfield on it, which can never be anything other than a good thing.


Bran Van 3000 – Astounded

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I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays

I’m not all that fond of Tuesdays after a bank holiday weekend either, as it goes.

Luckily, I know that many of you feel the same, and will feel similarly emboldened by this, which I’ll dedicate to anyone else who sat through the horror that was The Generation Game reboot over the weekend:


Roachford – Cuddly Toy

Oh, go on then:

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I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays

A thing I am regularly asked about this series:

“How comes, since you’re promoting a happy Monday, you’ve never posted anything by the Happy Mondays?”

On Twitter this week, there was a thing going round about the greatest opening line of a song.

Two birds, one stone.

Son. I’m thirty.

I only went with your mother cos she’s dirty

S’poetry, that.


Happy Mondays – Kinky Afro

Have yourself a Happy Monday.

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I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays

Regular readers will know this series is intended to showcase records that put a spring in your step and a smile on your face on a Monday morning.

Sometimes those records will be great. Sometimes those records will be dumb.

No prizes for guessing which category today’s choice sits in.

Brace yourself.


Bomfunk MCs – Freestyler

Because nothing says “Freestyler” more than a white man with dreads leaning on an escalator rail.

More soon.