In which we discover the answers to several long-standing questions ( Read more... )

Actually not, but I liked the cut of that title, so...

... Just before the dawn of the internets (Gloucestershire version), the nearest I got to Chicago were Big Black sleevenotes and the Mid-West Auto Club show at Cheltenham racecourse.

This thing from the BBC reminds me of why I wanted to go visit the place. It's odd, but many of those views ( Read more... )

It's a f-ing barn airfield. They'll never fill it.

(Or, if not live then only a bit dead.)

Bunkers!
Quietly rusting Eastern Bloc flying ironmongery!
Concrete!
Someone just pushed the Ballard button!
Lomo I up, landlord!

Ta very much. I'm going to get drunk and leave odd stampings wherever I roam. And probably on the inside of the cells, too.

I know I'm yea-many months late on the net.hype, but... Global Frequency. Bloody hell. When stuff like that escapes, it makes it obvious that there can be no good television, because everything must be average ( Read more... )

... Listen to any Silicon Teens ( Read more... )