Enough already with Johnny Cash. Yes, Hurt can make me weep like a child uncontrollably, confronting my brash immortality with the horrible truth of my mortality. And much of the America recordings are very good. And even this album is good. Brimming with menace, honesty and energy. But come on now lads. Yeah its a Read more

God that girl can wail! She’s some fucking lungs on her, and a good aul tune between her and the backing band. There’s a real urgency to it. And, although its the norm nower days, you can dance to it, but more importantly you want to, and you find yourself a bit drunk yelling the Read more

I spent some time in India, as you may well know, and on one occasion I was taking a train across the desert between Jaipur and Jaisalmer. Anyway it was a long journey, and although you could get some tea every time the wallah came round, the hot sweet tea full of Cinnamon and cloves Read more

Tell me, if I describe ‘P Diddy’ as a vacuous mouth breathing troglodyte, does that make me a racist? He, his MTV show ‘making the band’, and the lifestyle he espouses – seem utterly devoid of any worth or value. This superficial urban ‘culture’ does a disservice to America’s swelling, ethnically diverse and politically disenfranchised Read more

Miguel was not a star of his own accord, he was plucked from the streets were he had spent the first twelve years of his life and sent into training. He was chosen for his unique bone structure and tight round buttocks. For the next thirty two years he was trained in dance and mime. Read more

A lull in the shelling, I hold Ted’s hand, stroke his whitening cheek. Ted Pepper has been more than a friend to me, more than a lover, more than a brother, more than an anthropomorphic condiment, and here he lies pumping the last of his vital juices out on the stony grey soil of Flanders. Read more