Redcar Jazz Club - the secret of the sixties

hello there


when something comes along that i am impressed with i do like to give it a bit of promotion or a push here, on the off chance that it is of interest to those that kindly take the time to visit this blog or otherwise "do a google" and find the info. yes, look you see, i know i am easily impressed, in particular by shiny things, but this one is a true gem.

when the subject of famous British clubs of the 60s comes up, the number one name that comes to mind would probably be the Cavern Club. that was, after all, Liverpool's home for The Beatles, the second greatest gift that fine city gave the world, albeit a close second to Frankie Goes To Hollywood. other than the Cavern, other clubs that come to mind would be down in London, in particular the Marquee and Ronnie Scott's. less well known around the world, i would guess, is the Redcar Jazz Club.

indeed, looking at these tickets here - for a start - that's strange. you are not reading wrong. these are not tickets for some sort of current day set of "tribute acts", these are the genuine bands that played at the Redcar Jazz Club back in the 60s. and more - many more - than are pictured here did. it would not at all be unfair to suggest that the only major act of the 60s (in regards of worldwide fame) not to have played at the Redcar Jazz Club was probably the aforementioned Beatles, but you would bet that one of their regrets is not doing so.

for full information you would be better off ordering, reading and admiring the splendid new book about the Redcar Jazz Club. in short, though, the status of the club was such that once a band had "cracked it" or "made it" in London, Redcar was the first step towards building up a name and an audience across the rest of the country. also, it was an important venue for well established bands with worldwide fame to check in at and do a gig. like, for instance, the cover star for the book.

yes, that is who you think it is. that's tassle jacketed, full on Tommy mode Daltrey from The Who, pictured performing at the Redcar Jazz Club in July 1969.

i've ordered this book for my Mum & Dad who were, with good fortune in retrospect, lucky enough to be regulars at the place. the book arrived in less than a week, and they say it's incredibly well written and the pictures range from fantastic to astonishing. no doubt they feature in the crowd in one or two.

as the book ships worldwide, and 'tis the season for gifts, i thought i'd do a post on it here. rock lovers, in particular of course proper rock lovers that love the bands of the 60s and 70s, will be dazzled and amazed by the intimate portraits of many of the legends of rock on display in this book. even if you've never heard of Redcar, the names of the bands and the images inside are quite something for music lovers.

yes, that is indeed an image of Daltrey off of The Who again to hammer home my point. what can i say, they are a favourite of mine. and if they are not of yours, well they should be and you need to try harder.

just so we are clear - i have no involvement or affiliation with this book. i'm just very impressed by what has been a clear labour of love for those who have created it, and what they have published is something that absolutely any music lover would be delighted to own. plus, i am well impressed with the shipping to the other side of the world - fast and really quite comparatively cheap. so go ahead and click here to order the book, either for yourself or as an awesome gift for someone.


hopefully this book will help Redcar Jazz Club get spoken about a lot more than it usually does around the world. the three clubs i mentioned above have an awesome, thoroughly deserved and understandable legendary status in music circles. the Redcar Jazz Club should stand as an equal to them.

many thanks for reading this, and nice one if you go and have a look at, and indeed order, this magnificent book.




be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

adventures in "new" music

hello there


well, look you see, in an unusual set of circumstances i've had the chance to listen to some newly released music. some of it was even recorded this year, too, not just this century. but no, none of it features anyone that did not have a career which started in the 1960s.

as usual, when it is the case that i do this sort of thing, links are for ease of reference, and the worldwide grocer has been selected purely as they deliver around the world (mostly). it's not done out of affiliation, endorsement or preference. far from it, as point of fact, as i didn't use these people to buy any of this stuff, now that their UK delivery charges are too high.

first off, one that i ummed, hummed, aaaahed and ooohed about whether or not to get. i wanted it, certainly, but the complexities and challenge was which version did i want.

yep, the 1 collection by The Beatles. i went for the CD & DVD combo at £12.99, despite already having the CD from the first (or possibly 2nd) time this was issued. the reissued CD only version at £9.99 is a complete waste of everyone's time, and the Blu Ray only (i.e. no CD and just the video elements) at £14.99 seemed silly when i could have a shiny new CD of it and the same quality videos (there are no extras on the blu) for £2 less. online there are all sorts of further variations - 2 x Blu Ray, 2 x DVD, 1 x Blu & 1 x DVD, etc - but they are all going for north of £30.

thoughts? normally i think this "remastered" business for re-re-re-rereleased CDs is nonsense, but i must confess the quality here makes me very glad that i got a version that came with the CD. it's a clear and crisp (hello, Faye) as i have ever heard these songs - far better than the original issue 1 CD, which was good, and just a tough better than the Red & Blue "best of" 2 disc sets i got the reissues of a couple of years ago.

the DVD? amazing. it has taken far, far, far too long for them to get around to releasing at least some of the archive footage of the band they are sat on. it's lovely quality. no, i have not braved either the Ringo introductions or the McCartney commentary track; the videos themselves are a joy to watch.

even if you are sat with the original CD of 1, i would strongly suggest getting this set, or at the least the Blu Ray only of the videos. well worth it.

if the cover in the UK for If I Can Dream was as cool as this then i could, like, totes understand why it was number one this week. this is presumably the US or "download" version of the cover, and it is way better than what we have on the shelves in the UK. rubbish it is, as you will see if you click the link.

that said, yes of course it is the case that all recordings by The King, Elvis Presley, should sell so many copies that they go to number one. even if, as is the case here, they are recordings which make little sense.

the reason i praise this release is the reason i damn it. basically, as i am sure you can work out from the title of the release, the premise has been to lift the vocals of The King, Elvis Presley and slam them on top of some newly recorded music, in this case an orchestra of some description. nothing new here, as even Barbs has done this to The King, Elvis Presley recently, but for some reason this one has hit a note with the people and they are buying it.

the praise comes for the mix. the vocals of The King, Elvis Presley have been mixed all the way up to the front. as in it's the case that whatever the orchestra is doing, there are times where you can barely hear it. that's awesome, and really does show off what an incredible vocalist He is, but makes the new musical recordings rather pointless. why not just mix the as is original recordings in such a way and release them?

i find myself in the curious and rather unexpected position of writing to tell you that the great Rod Stewart has delivered what at this stage i think i am going to name as the best album of the year. wow. i mean, i expected to enjoy it, but it's really taken hold of me.

Another Country is once again a welcome return to new songs by Rod. for several years he said he was only going to be doing covers, stating that audiences "didn't want to hear anything new".  that approach changed a couple of years ago with the magnificent Time album; one written and recorded not long after he engaged in the business of doing an autobiography. it would seem that this autobiography was something we should all be thankful for, as it's clearly refreshed and rejuvenated his approach to music and what he can be doing. i mean, yes, all them American Songbook covers were great, but there's not much in this world to rival the passion and enthusiasm a singer who sings their own songs has. and that's very much the case here.

there is not a single bad track on this, and i would wholeheartedly encourage you to spend the extra £2 or so on the "special edition" version - the extra 5 or so songs are worth it, in particular Last Train Home and Every Rock N Roll Song To Me.

finally, then, Tom "bloody" Jones and Long Lost Suitcase, an album he seems to have sneaked out in a somewhat low key way whilst he engages in concerts, TV shows, rugby watching and all that sort of thing.

every great album in the world is one which has been played and recorded to the relative strengths of the artist involved. in the case of Tom, that would be that big, burly, booming voice of his. and that's exactly what you get across this album.

as with Rod above, this is the album of an artists doing what they want rather than having a guess at what the audience might want, and in so doing has delivered the kind of album that the fans, us humble lot, really, really love. in the case of this album, that means you get an interesting cross-section of styles of music that Mr Jones clearly has a passion for, rather than doing a whole load of stuff some suit at the record label had reckoned would perform well in terms of sales with certain demographics.

any highlights? all of the songs, really. a word of warning, though - the heavy, gregorian monk style gospel worshipping on display in Elvis Presley Blues might treat The King, Elvis Presley with even more reverence and praise than even the most obsessed fan would expect to be on the go.

a look at the inside of that whole 1 thing off of The Beatles to finish? sure. i will play the Ringo introductions to the videos eventually, but alas no, not today.

so, on the horizon to look forward to are a new album from Derek Bowie, and the perpetual threat of The Stone Roses releasing new music. no, there's no whine or groan from me about how there's no so-called new artists doing any decent albums any more. one or two things released this year have been good, and anyway most of what i don't like by so-called new bands isn't aimed at me anyway. i'm just glad that there are recordings which are, and that i most certainly do dig.

happy listening if you try any or all of these ones!



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

pliers

hi there


here we go again, look you see, with another one of them posts that highlight an arbitrary, perhaps abstract item i have found whilst unpacking stuff around the house. although, in fairness, my (considerably) better half unpacked this one.

i have a very great love of my smart pair of pliers. they are something i have missed over the last couple of years, and so i am delighted to have them back and ready for use. they are, of course, so smart that only a picture of them in Commodore 64 mode would be apt or in any way respectable here.

magnificent, are they not? for a brief history of them, they were purchased one day when, whilst driving around, my strength got the better of me and i snapped off the handle that had previously opened and closed the window on the driver side of my car. yes, dear younger reader, once upon a time there was no such nonsense as "electric" windows; one had to wind them up and down.

as luck, fate or chance would have it, i broke it off in the car park near a hardware store, and thus bought these. they were intended as a "temporary measure" until i got a new handle put on; i believed they served with distinction for two years before i got around to it. no doubt Jayson is looking after the car a good deal better than me.

further happy days were mine when my class screwdriver, socket and wire stripper set were found too. i am ready to tackle pretty much any DIY or construction job you care to name, then.

do or have i ever used my pliers for any conventional, intended reason? not really, no. i mean, i am not sure what pliers were invented for, but they've always done the job i ask of them. and i look forward to asking more things of them now, on this side of the equator.

one of those rare instances of a picture of myself that i actually quite like, look you see.

this was taken entirely by accident. i was attempting to switch the iPhone thingie off after taking the above picture of the pliers. somehow, however, i managed to switch to the screen facing camera and take a picture. hence the dazed look, i guess.

it nearly got deleted, but then i thought no, that's actually quite smart that is. i particularly like the sort of Japanese rays of the rising sun effect that our ceiling has in it.

what else have i been up to? yeah, i am trying to fill up the space around the picture for formatting reasons, purely for those of you who read this on a computer.

nothing much with pliers yet, as such. i took William shoe shopping, which was fun. also i bought that latest re-release of 1 by The Beatles (they are almost getting as good as Pink Floyd with re-re-re-re releasing the same stuff), purely so i could get the DVD. a full review "soon" here, but actually the CD is an improvement over the original issue, and the DVD is well worth getting. right, that should be texted wrapped around the picture, i can stop boring you now.

anyway, time for tea, Doctor Who and all stuff like that. it's been an exceptionally wet day here today, and the wind is starting to get quite the chill to it. should you be experiencing something similar, i trust your efforts to remain warm and dry are nothing short of a success.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shower fun with Spiros

hey there

no, look you see, this blog hasn't taken a turn to content somewhat more adult in nature. as point of fact if that's what you thought was the case when you read the title, well, i can assure you, kind reader, that your filthy mind is at fault, not my superior use of the language that is mostly english.

i quite like, as it happens, filling out forms and things for people to send you free stuff. this was most recently witnessed with that whole Versace Eros thing which didn't quite work out, but Versace having an inferior product should not be something that stops me from seeing what else other want to give me. except in this instance it was something that someone would not give to me, but would give to Spiros.

Thames Water took to the web, or if you like internet, to announce that they would be delighted to send two items, gratis, to people that happened to be clients of Thames Water. i, as it happens, am not such a client, for i of course use superior Yorkshire water. as a man of several properties, Spiros is a Thames Water client, and it was but the work of a moment to fill in the form on his behalf.

how is Spiros getting on with these? not bad. he says the shower head is quite smart, and looks most impressive when he rides around on the tube with it shoved down his strides. the shower timer thing is sort of handy, but Sprios has this covered. he showers with at least one other man, sometimes more, and just adds the time of them all together to get extra time without exceeding the advised four minutes.

are Thames Water still giving stuff like this away? no idea. if you are a client - and they will clock if you are or not as you have to hand over your address for delivery - why not do one of them google searches and find out; get yourself a smart new shower head if they are.

it is frightfully nippy here in my elevated shed. more later, but i am off to get a jumper.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on taking the jacket of Zama to Durham

hello there

yes, indeed, look you see - a post on November 5th from me would normally be going on about Tin Machine, just as January 10 ones invariably focus on the Frankie that very much went to Hollywood. feel free to flick through the history of this blog if you'd prefer to look at that. for those of you, however, that have a keen interest in either attire, or if you like clothing, procured by Zama, or if you have a wish to see a limited corner of Durham, do read on.

i went to Durham today. yes, indeed, i took a route similar to the one i would have taken 24 years ago today to see Tin Machine in Newcastle, only today i drove myself and went a good deal earlier. yes, drove. even with my lack of a natural sense of direction and a lack of ability to get a "sat nav" to work (for some reason it kept wishing me to go to either Newport Bridge or Canon Park rather than Durham) i made it. and here is the photo to conclusively prove it.

what's that building in the background? don't know. who do them cars belong to? don't know for certain, but the sign post which i casually ignored at the entrance to the car park suggested that they might be in some way affiliated with the council. that's the council of Durham. but anyway, your focus should be on the jacket i have on.

one of the last actions at my place of verk in the Africa of the South was to command Zama to go and procure for me the jacket you see. it is a smart one; virtually identical to the one that he has or perhaps had that i kept "borrowing", an action which led to him pleading with me to command him to procure one for myself. or something like that, my Zulu is somewhat rusty and i may well have mistranslated elements that i choose to recall as being respectful.

anyway, i have always taken - symbolically and actually - the gesture of this jacket to wish me well on my travels, offering me the protection and knowledge that Zama had me in my thoughts. for that reason i have worn it wherever i have gone. most recently, i think, you can see me sweltering in it in the humidity of London earlier this year. it was apt that i wear it to Durham, then.

yes, that probably is my thumb or finger at the bottom of the picture, but do not let that distract you. this is a picture of the autumn leaves of Durham. where specifically? oddly, if not weirdly, in the corner of the car park that i was supposed to have used, and not the one reserved for council business that i elected to.

i do love the autumn leaves on the ground. i do.

what was i doing in Durham? letting the people of that fine city see the jacket what Zama got me off a stall round the back of Johannesburg taxi rank. but also i had a sandwich or two, which was ok, and some coffee. the coffee was not bad as such, but lacked sugar. i am not sure if it is a general thing in Durham, not having sugar available for coffee, or specific to where i was. in either eventuality, it is not a matter which has exactly endeared Durham to me, but also it has not isolated or alienated me. i, as it were, made do.

that is indeed my prized bong - it moved in one piece, and is still in decent condition, some 16 to 17 years later.

do i use it? no, not really. i mean, for a start, it has been in storage for close to two years. it is, however, very dear to me. after not seeing him for years, Bevs pitched up at Cape Town airport to see me. he was brandishing this, which was very kind of him.

what am i going to do with this bong? it's value to me now is one purely related to being ornamental and sentimental. i am sure there is a fine corner of my elevated shed where this may sit and look smart.

how was my drive to Durham? to be honest, nerve knacking. i don't like driving at all, and do not have any sort of natural sense of direction. i had print outs of where it was i was supposed to be going, but the constabulary frown upon you reading such things when doing more or less the permitted speed on certain roads. as mentioned above, that whole "sat nav" thing was close to useless, and anyway the battery went flat before i was anywhere near where i needed to be. cheeky glances at the print outs got me where i needed to be, along with cunning, guile, luck and the hammer of the gods.

yes, for the drive there, mindful of the date for me i had my smart Tin Machine mix on the go. i listened to that for a bit on the way back too, but when a misinterpretation of road signs saw me very nearly break bread with the people of Sunderland i thought it safer to switch to U2. as far as i am aware you can play a stereo as loud as you like on the A19, in particular when there is fog and rain, and Even Better Than The Real Thing sounded awesome at the correct volume.

another picture of me in Durham, but without the distraction of unspecified buildings and cars? i do not see why not dear reader, although i have no idea why you would wish to see me again.

hey ho, back to verk tomorrow, and possibly back to the cowboy look. i am not convinced that the Zama jacket would enhance or accentuate the cowboy look, i may experiment and see tomorrow.

until the next post and the next adventure, then




be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gertcha ready for Christmas

hello there

indeed, look you see, i do appreciate that we are still in the very early stages of November. for many this represents a time which is "too soon" to prepare for Christmas. you know the sorts, the ones that bemoan and decry the fact that shops start offering Christmas stuff for sale months before the day. i have always just taken it as a given that these people have a peculiar disability which means they like totes have to purchase every item they see, and that's why this upsets them so.

me, personally? as opposed to me, channelling someone else? i just get the Christmas stuff as and when i see fit, although usually well in advance of the time it is due. like, for instance, today, when i was presented with an irresistible Christmas related purchase.

actually, in truth or if you like as point of fact, it was yesterday that i was presented with this temptation. i slept upon the matter, and then i elected to purchase it today.

what is it? as you can see quite clearly in the quality of Commodore 64 mode, it is the Chas & Dave Greatest Christmas CD. Poundland have it on offer, for £1 no less, amongst other celebrity Christmas compilations.

surely, it was decidedly so that they had other Christmas CDs that i may well end up purchasing - at least one featured Mr Sinatra on it, as too did one feature The King, Elvis Presley. but little or nothing in this world quite says "Christmas" as does "Chas & Dave". or, at the least, the Christmas that i love and yearn for. two happy go lucky cockney lads, sat around the "old joanna", singing with relevant harmony some tunes that all can join in with. normally, if not usually, down the pub, or if you like rub a dub.

this picture? mostly ignore it. i for some reason felt compelled to fill up the water for my windscreen wiper jet thingies in total darkness, and so i was required to take a picture with my smart blueberry to get some light and ensure that the mix was going in the requisite storage tanker, and not where the oil or something should go.

my still relatively new car is the first one i have had since the mid-90s which features working windscreen washer jets. i have no idea at all why they stopped working on my other cars, but i am prepared to accept that it's possible that i simply never refilled the tank where the fluid for them should go. being able to see where you are driving has, for me, always had something of a limited appeal, but here in England they take driving laws quite seriously and thus i am compelled to make it so that one can see clearly through the windscreen as i drive around, lest the constabulary stop me and ask me what i am playing at.

but, you want Chas & Dave, so Chas & Dave is what you shall have. what tracks are on the CD that constitute the greatest Christmas what Chas & Dave can give you? these.

there are some songs i am well familiar with, whilst there are also some i have never heard of. off of the top of my head, Coventry Carol is one that i am entirely unfamiliar with, and i have every reason to suspect that The Rockin' Carol is a Chas & Dave original, or possibly a Status Quo cover.

this below view, that of an expert discussing the ramifications and the possible outcome of the State appeal against Stumpie's trivial sentence earlier today, brought back some memories. no, not of the trial or of the horrendous crime which was committed - have a close look at the image.

yes, you are seeing what you are seeing. them there are two flasks on the sideboard. due to the chronic, seemingly irreversible problems with electricity supply in South Africa, this chap - as we did, keeps a couple of flasks of boiled water on the go as an ever present.

could you not just, the first world asks, go without hot water until the power came back on? well, not when you have children, not when the power goes out so frequently and not when you have no idea at all when the power will be back on - and it has been known to go off for days.

generally, i don't preach to others and their first world problems as to how really bad it can get when the infrastructure of a country really collapses. genuinely, i am happy that they do not know of it, and may they never, ever have to experience it. for my dear friends and family in SA, well, i can only hope that the damage is not irreversible, and they get the stable, everything works as it should country they deserve, sooner rather than later. and speaking of working...
 

another picture to ignore. after i filled up the correct tanker, or possibly the oil, with window cleaning fluids, i couldn't work out where the stick that holds up the bonnet ("hood", American readers, "hood") goes, so i took another picture. i was none the wiser, so i just put it where it felt right and slammed the bonnet down.

i have, i confess, got a little bit carried away with the fact that i have armed, fully operational and working jet thingies that fire water on my windscreen. i may well have fired off a year's worth of water on the windows within a couple of months, just because i get a little bit of a thrill to press the button and see them work. never, ever lose sight of the value of the happiness that the smaller things in life can bring.

the Spiros approach to windscreen cleaning liquid? he basically has his on all the time when he is driving. he likes the fact that the wind, and velocity of his car, ensures that pedestrians get wet. he also drives around with one hand on the horn, and with his window down, so that he may comment on the lack of ability and sexual habits of his fellow motorists. it's always boss driving around with Spiros, man, you are virtually assured of seeing him do some class fighting at some point.

a look at the cover of my class Chas & Dave Greatest Christmas CD, only not in Commodore 64 mode? i can do that for you with the greatest of pleasure. 

have i played it yet? no, too soon. i may open it up and make a tape of it for Mum & Dad, so that they may spread the sound of a Chas & Dave Christmas across New Zealand. also, Poundland had what i would call a substantial stock level of this recording, so i may well go back to get more and hand them out as gifts.

anyway, that will do for now. time to retire for the evening, and contemplate what adventures i may engage in.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

further sexual prowess magnifying exploits

hey there


yes, i know. i am aware that there was a major announcement of great interest to me today, look you see. i shall try and slot in a mention of it later on in this blog post. mostly, though, it will be all of me further enhancing, or if you like accentuating, my sexuality.

indeed, my sexual skill and prowess is so powerful as it is in a natural state that expanding it carries some danger. i went ahead and did it anyway, dear reader, if for no reason nor risk beyond giving me something to write about here.

i was, over the course of the weekend, of a mind to shave my beard and moustache. not shave them off, as such, but to trim them substantially. as we are facing most peculiar weather these days (yesterday glorious warm sun; today visibility knacking fog), there's all sorts of humidity and other such sh!t to contend with which leaves the longer beard feeling somewhat of straw.

perhaps this is showing my age, but i felt that this time, on completion of shaving, i would take some aftershave to my skin, so that it may not be as itchy and as red raw as would normally be the case. my special shaving approach, you see, does not involve any nancy boy fanny business like shaving foam or worrying if i take some hints of skin off. i went off to buy some aftershave, then, and purchased this bottle which you should be able to see somewhere close to this text.

what was my motivation for purchasing this? the price. as you can see, Yorkshire Trading allowed me to buy this for £1, which was very reasonable indeed. they did have some presentation packs of other brands, but they were between £3 and £5. at £1, this Laghmani Gold said to me that this is all i need in terms of aftershave. also, Mani is an integral part of the name.

it is also the case, lest we forget, that price is no indicator of the quality or abilities of an aftershave. as my experiments with Versace Eros illustrated, fancy names and expensive selling prices do not guarantee that something will smell good. far from it. anyway, i cared not for how it would smell, i just wanted something to close, or relax, or open the pores after shaving, or do whatever it is that aftershave is actually supposed to do.  i don't know, i am not a fashionista.

this picture here is indeed one of me shaving. yes, i have my phone in view, in a mirror, and that is supposed to be my "duck face". have i done it right?

there is indeed more of my flesh on display than you might have cared to voluntarily see,  dear reader. sorry for that, but believe me, there was a lot more on show before i edited the picture. feel free to speculate on the number of inches and that.

indeed i did, as i have for the last 24 years, sing You Belong In Rock N Roll by the Tin Machine as i shaved. i have done this for 24 years as that's about how long ago that the Tin Machine released that song as a single, and the video for it was famous for predominantly showing Derek Bowie stood shaving. or maybe it was him cocking about with tweezers or something, now that i have had another look at it. here, here is a link to the video, feel free to have a gander yourself if you are all that bothered, see what you think of it. boss song, regardless. yeah, more of the Tin Machine later, but for now, back to this smart aftershave.

what are the qualities of this aftershave that can be expressed to you, the reader, with no ready means of being able to smell it? well, that it cost £1 remains pretty much the highlight, really, but there are other positives.

look, as you can see, it's got London in the name, as it is made by someone that calls themselves Perfume London. also, it is smart for sale in both the UK and the EU, as it has class flags to show this is the case.

if you are wondering what the thing in the red circle with the line through it is on the left, or right depending on which is your left and which is your right, it is a bunny rabbit. the text somewhat obscured by the power of the flash reads that no animals were used or harmed in the manufacture of this aftershave.

for many people, i know, the fact that no animals were used in the making of this aftershave will be as much of a draw as it is a reason to boycott it. flash, poncy, rich people with nothing better to do with their time do of course insist that some form of animal cruelty is involved in that which they do, whatever it is. they cannot, after all, wear smart red jackets and ride expensive horses and feel as if it were complete unless they have dogs tear a fox apart as they sip some sherry and watch. what strange people.

Halloween? of course. here you go, here is the 75% of my family that you all like a good deal more than you like me, and wisely so, it has to be said.

that's them, for the most part, in the outfits and make up and what have you that they went and did all of that "trick or treat" business in. quite smart, it was, by all accounts. my (considerably) better half did ask me to get a witch's hat for her, but i didn't bother, for surely logic dictates that any hat she cares to wear is, by default, a witch's hat.

but, back to the aftershave. what does it smell like? rubbing alcohol like what you find in gymnasiums and dodgy massage parlours. that's not my review; that is the review of my (considerably) better half. who, presumably, has had more experience of those places and rubbing alcohol than i have. i am quite prepared to take her word for it.

i should get another bottle and send it to Spiros. he goes to loads of places where they have rubbing alcohol applied to you by men. well, when i say loads of places, i think it's just the one Turkish bath that he goes to, but he does go lots of times.  also, if you are interested (he seems to think i am), he has within the last 24 hours lost the grey beanie he bought as a replacement for the black one. if you happen to find either the black or the grey beanie of Spiros, please leave a message here and i will let him know.

this aftershave also claims to be 80% alcohol. i have no idea if that's a good amount or bad amount in terms of aftershave, but i do know that it means Spiros will find it most agreeable to drink it.

so, after speculation that they had just gone away and proposed to stay away, The Stone Roses are doing more gigs in 2016. yay, nice one! it's with interest that i note the Manchester United loving band are doing gigs at the home of Manchester City.

will we be going? well, it's a lot shorter to travel this time. we shall try and get tickets - class if we do. and if we do, i would imagine i will go on and on and on about it here.

nope, there has been no news of an album. i am not at all sure they are keen on new music. as i have said time and again. as great as it is to have The Stone Roses as an active concern once more, i do miss the thrill of new music featuring either Mani or Ian Brown.

i am led to believe that every year an area of rainforest the size of Belgium is destroyed. i don't get this. just who is it that's behind this very thinly veiled threat to Belgium? i mean, what could it possibly be that the Belgians are doing that every year someone goes out and destroys an absolutely massive amount of  trees to show Belgium what could happen to it over the course of 365 days if they are not prepared to change their ways? i've only ever had very limited exposure to or time in Belgium, but i honestly cannot fault the place or the people. i think the world would be a better place if we allowed Belgium to be Belgium, and we all stopped destroying an area of rainforest the size of Belgium every year to prove some sort of warped point. in an absolute worst case, i really doubt it would take a whole year to destroy Belgium anyway, making the whole thing all the more pointless.

so, the Tin Machine. yes, this Thursday will mark 24 years since i was at the Newcastle Mayfair, watching and listening to them do their thing.

how do i propose celebrating? i've made a smart mix of their music for the car, and i will take the car off on a journey on the anniversary day. not, though, to Newcastle. perhaps i shall go to Durham instead, or similar.

how did it all go after i applied the aftershave to my skin once i had finished shaving, an action you can see me engaging in once more with another picture of me somewhere near this text? ok, i suppose. it didn't burn and it didn't feel like i was just throwing water on. in terms of scent, kind of bland and unobtrusive, truth be told. so it didn't really magnify or enhance my sexual prowess in any direct or overt way. sorry for the misleading title, in retrospect.

it, to my nose at the least, smells a lot better than that Versace Eros stuff, if that's of any use to you as information in passing.

right, that will do. more later on in the week, possibly closer to the weekend. this will be particularly all the more true should i survive my driving exploits to listen to my smart new CD to celebrate the anniversary of seeing the Tin Machine.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on Marlboro flavor mix

hi there


what sort of company are you in? i don't mean physically, look you see, but just who is it you associate with now, as you read this, in an online shared experience thing? whilst i can't give any specifics for you in that regard, i can tell you numbers.

when i do one of my usual, regular and presumably dull posts, i get something like 75 - 100 people reading it as a "direct visit" to that post, possibly double that amount from people who open my blog and scroll up and down. should the subject or content relate to Marlboro, that mos majestic of cigarette, the number shoots up into the thousands. so, if you are reading this, you are one of thousands to be doing so, going on previous form, and yes, i know, you're here for the Marlboro, not me.

indeed Marlboro usually is very much out of my price range here, for the retailers all elect to sell it at just slightly south of £10 a packet. when kindness smiles, however, someone brings them as a gift, or someone is in a position to allow me to purchase them for considerably less than what the retailers do. i am not at liberty to disclose what saw some Marlboro flavor mix come into my possession; the important thing is that, with thanks, they are.

what are they? in truth, somewhere between Marlboro gold (formerly known as lights) and Marlboro red (always known as the greatest cigarette of all time). not, as you might think, halfway between the two, as some sort of "mild" thing. no, i would say these are 75% of the way towards being full on red.

and they are damned, damned nice too. i know you non-smokers, those who tut-tut and indulge in absolutely nothing bad for you, don't believe this, but there is a taste difference across cigarettes. Marlboro produce the finest, and these are a close second to the magnificence of red.

what would be the favourite part of the packaging? well, the above pictured "sperm warning" is always a favourite whilst smoking, but that they have taken the time, trouble and effort to stamp "for adult use only" on the one side is quite class. i am not sure they have gotten around to such important advice on alcohol or contraceptives as such as yet.

anyway, if you get the chance of Marlboro flavour mix, get 'em, as they are boss. if for some reason, any reason at all, you are looking for what i always need, or what would be the perfect gift for me, the answer will have Marlboro written on it.

light 'em up........



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

might not be as interested as you may believe

hi there

i had something of a peculiar decision to make last evening, look you see. whilst i found myself somewhat tired earlier than usual, i figured that if i retired for the evening then i could expect either a fitful sleep or an early rise for a sunday, so to speak. to that end, then, i elected to watch a film.

the challenge was to watch something that i was unlikely to fall asleep watching, yet would not be kept so alert and involved to effectively wake up and remain that way for many an hour more than i wished. a film featuring several components of Jackass struck me as being the one most suitable, then.

thus it was, then, dear reader, that i elected to watch National Lampoon's TV The Movie, featuring some of the decent ones out of Jackass and, somewhat alas, Steve-O.

plot? i am not sure there actually was one. this movie is in essence a series of sketches, or if you like skits, sellotaped together in the hope that most if not all cause some humour and mirth. it harks back to classics of this genre, in particular Kentucky Fried Movie and my personal favourite Amazon Women On The Moon.

in truth, it mostly works. there are some crass, crude, sexist, racist, obnoxious and xenophobic elements on the go, but sorry for that, a fair bit is very funny.

the bits of the film that don't work? to mash this out to 80 minutes, there's an overtly extended section called Pads, which features insights into Steve-O's home and home life. sadly all this does is underline what an unpleasant, vile, crass peasant he is, or if you like he's no Johnny Knoxville. whilst the overwhelming majority of the Jackass guys push limits and have genuine talent, there's always been the sense that Steve-O pushed limits without any particular rhyme or reason, and his frequent run-ins with the law are no surprise.

the above is all the more disappointing, as there are some sketches or if you like skits featuring Steve-O which are genuinely funny and show that he can be genuinely funny when not seeking to be a prize, rank, first class @s$wipe that you just want to punch in the face. as things stand, i suspect that the people of the world were not as interested in Steve-O as the producers of this film thought they might be. if they had cast practically anyone else off of Jackass or beyond rather than Steve-O, this film may have got a fate better than being picked up for £1 at Poundland.

favourite parts? at the risk of spoilers, the version of Miami Vice with midgets is one of the greatest things i have seen, and The Real Fear Factor, hosted by Judd Nelson no less, was outrageously funny. also, the Lee Majors parts are as amazing as you would expect.

in regards of things other than that movie which some may believe others are more interested in than they actually are, Spiros sent me this picture. it is of his new beanie, a grey one, which he has bought as an interim measure to stand in for, rather than replace, the one he left on the tube over the weekend.

i fear that the appeal i posted on behalf of Spiros yesterday, requesting help in finding his beanie, has created for him an impression, or if you like unrealistic expectation, that i for some reason care what he wears on his head to keep warm. i don't.

well, do you care what Spiros wears on his head? if you do, then nice one, i am glad you will get some benefit, use and interest from this image. for the rest of us, however, this is something of a waste of time.

has he got his original hat back yet? not so far as i am aware. i mean, i'm not interested, so i have not asked. it might have dawned on him, as he merrily sent this picture and several others of beanies that he was considering, that i am as point of fact not interested, and this he has opted not to share any further information with me in respect of it all.

should it be the case, however, that he does find the hat, or announces to me that he has accepted it has gone forever, then i will do my best to mention it here. especially, as it happens, if i am somewhat short on material.

anyway, that will do for now.


be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

books and beanie

hi there

i have not, look you see, completed reading two books as such as yet since the last ones, so there are to be no book reviews as such this month. sorry for that. for those of you who, however, for some reason fly past this blog only for book related material, here you go, this post is mostly for you.

but first, however, an urgent appeal from Spiros about his beanie.

*** URGENT APPEAL FROM SPIROS ABOUT HIS BEANIE ***

on the afternoon of Friday 30 October, Year of our Lord 2015,Spiros was travelling on the District Line of London's celebrated, fabled and much treasured underground. he left his black beanie on a chair by mistake. when he saw it, as the door closed with him on the platform, he saw a generously fed lady of colour sitting down on top of it. despite this, he would like it back.

what does the beanie look like? black. when Spiros had it on, according to Spiros, it made him look like an absolutely massive black penis. which is probably why he wants it returned. anyway, if you happen to have it, leave a message here in the comments section (click the title to get to the comments section) and we shall try and connect you.

righty-ho, books.

i note with interest that John Grisham remains committed to being prolific, as his ratio of novels is one a year; more than that if you include random Theodore Boone adventures "dropping" on us from time to time. his latest is out in hardback form.

i am going to go right ahead and speculate that this is one of his "lazy" ones, and possibly his laziest ever. why? because it is called Rogue Lawyer.

there is no easy way to say this, so here you go. it's the case that all of John Grisham's legal thriller books feature a lawyer who has gone rogue. if they didn't deviate from the norm - be it break the law for gain, to bring down evil or to ensure justice - they would just be going on, in a rather dull way, about probate and property and other such rubbish.

will i be getting the novel to read all the same? surely, yes, of course. i am not sure whether to wait for the paperback or to read it on the e-reader; all i know for certain is that i am having nothing at all to do with the hardback copy, thanks - too expensive and too cumbersome to read.

otherwise, in the world of books (although you should be out looking for the beanie of Spiros), i found this image on one of those "post and share" website things. credit to the original poster, whoever that was.

that's a shop display from the 60s, featuring some very interesting and exciting trashy, pulp fiction like titles of novels. i would like to read a few of them, i would. most, you would suspect, are out of print now, and have been for years, but this will not stop me looking about for The Lustful Ape.

whereas there are a few proper novels shown, now that i see Crime & Punishment, for the most part i would imagine these are the 60s version of "direct to dvd" films that star a Busey which we know and love in the 21st Century. i think one of my favourite parts of the above is that most of the novels would appear to be printed on blue, or at the least blue lined, paper. that would surely make reading all the more exciting.

anyway, please let me know what you know about the beanie of Spiros.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Paul Daniels has abducted Sooty and absconded to Aotearoa

hello there


yes, look you see, or actually no, depending on how you look at it. i cannot as comprehensively prove the primary legal aspects of the statement i have made above in this here title for this here blog post, but i am confident that it's a very reasonable conclusion to make from the visual evidence which i have obtained.

i am not saying it as absolute fact that Paul Daniels for some reason stole all the Sooty characters and did a runner to New Zealand, right, but if he did then my sister has, ipso facto or de facto (i am not one of them twats that throw latin terms around to pretend i know the law, so sorry i like, totes don't know which is right), made me an accessory if not an accomplice by sending me these images.

do i worry about the legal implications of making such suggestions, no matter how well founded and understandable those suggestions are based on the images? not really. if i am guilty of taking the name of Paul Daniels and speaking in a way that is ill or would displease him, the threat of libel, slander or defamation cases are the very least of my worries, believe you me. this is Paul Daniels, after all. as in, you know, the Paul Daniels. the greatest warlock ever to walk the planet, although yes i suppose he does mostly levitate all over, such are his powers of sorcery and magic. his powers are immense, and if i have displeased him, i will know his retribution in a way that no court would impose.

actually, it's most likely that Paul Daniels is so powerful a conjurer that he knows what each and everyone one of us will do before we know we shall do it ourselves. ergo, he knew i would write this and yet did not strike me down with vengeance and fury as his allies, so he must thus approve of my words here.

yes, that is Debbie McGee with him, here's one of them class "portrait" style images of them off of New Zealand TV to distract you form the statements above.

a lovely couple if there ever was one, might i say, and it is marvellous how Debbie assisted in enabling his powers of magic to be all the more immense. well, powers of magic and hosting class gameshows like Every Second Counts; which i hope they start showing on the tele now that they seem to have stopped showing Bullseye on weekends. 

an image of  Sooty, Sweep, Sue, His Eminence Paul Danies and Debbie all together? it is decidedly so.

for what reason is it that Paul Daniels, or Sooty for that matter, are in New Zealand? i have no idea. in her rush to get these images to me, my sister neglected to tell me this. i think the answer is that its just an amazing, awesome thing, and one should not question why so much as they should enjoy.

it's a bit, i suppose, like that episode of Beavis & Butthead where they say how cool it would be if there was a 4th Beastie Boy whilst they watched a Beastie Boys video. they never elaborated why it would be cool and, when you think, there's no need to - it just would be. 

perhaps that it's just that someone in New Zealand decided to do a sort of "best of British" thing, but did not wish to overwhelm the population by showing them Paul Daniels and Sooty on separate instances. by combining the two, you would think, all minds would have been entirely blown by the very best that the motherland has to offer, and anyone that was going to feint or faint at the site or sight of it could just get on with it, and them that needed medical attention could get it all at once.

it's a big day for Aotearoa tomorrow, and their neighbours. i think i am right in saying that whoever wins becomes the first side to win it three times. also, if it just so happens to be New Zealand, they will be the first team to successfully defend the title. a tough one for me, the neutral, for i love so much about both countries contesting the game. i guess i can just be happy to watch a hopefully great match, and trust that the winner takes the trophy conclusively and without controversy.

so, anyway, will we ever know why Paul Daniels was in New Zealand with Sooty? unlikely. he answers to no one, least of all not peasant mortals like us. he does what it is that he wishes to, and we must accept that. happily, it looks like he enjoyed whatever it was, and did not strike anyone down with spears of lightning which he conjured up to display his displeasure.

many thanks for sending the pictures along, sis! if you bump into Paul as he floats around the land where you are, please bow, pass on my respects, and assure him that i was bowing when i put forward that humble request.




be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vibes

hello there


today i did that which forces have conspired to make all but impossible in 2015. i, look you see, purchased an actual new CD single what was recorded and released this year. this month, as point of fact.

indeed that is the new Bond theme, Writing's On The Wall, by someone called Sam Smith. don't worry so much about the U2 disc in the background; it's the 18 collection featuring a very badly thought out selection of singles that i had not bothered with but figured what the heck as part of the 2 for £5 deal.

have i seen this new Bond film, Spectre? no, but i believe it's good. i shall settle down and watch it on a shiny disc when it comes out in early 2016. do i at least like the theme? not particularly. i mean, i hated it at first, but after a couple of listens it sort of grew on me. no, i do not have a f*****g clue who or what Sam Smith is, but i do know my (considerably) better half likes who or whatever he is, and she suggested that it would be wise for me to get this. so i did.

 from what i can work out this Writing's On The Wall has been a big-ish hit, joining Duran Duran's A View To A Kill and Adele's Skyfall as one of the biggest selling Bond themes of all time. charts are not so simple any more, though - things like "streaming" and "on demand services" mean that technically songs "sell" all the time, just for no money. the result is a song can now stay in the Top 40 for a year or so.

speaking of Adele, i believe her new song, something of a misguided tribute to Lionel Richie's Hello (presumably written in minutes to cash in on his Glastonbury glory), is "selling" something called "downloads" at a rate of 50,000 a day. as these "downloads" seem to sell for 99p per track, that;s £49,500 a day the lady is "earning", although she will only get a fraction of it.

not bad, but for most of October and some of November 1995, Oasis (mostly Noel) was earning £4million a week off of the sales of the Wonderwall single. times have changed some.

speaking of everyone's favourite middle of the road, decidedly in it for the money alone musician, i see that Noel Gallagher has clocked that mentioning The Stone Roses is a gateway to getting his name in the newspapers. well, that and guesting with U2.

i didn't see it myself, but the NME are reliably informing everyone that Noel said that The Stone Roses were "blooming", which has been taken as a massive hint that they will be "doing something" soon, possibly involving new music. exactly why Noel would know this is baffling, since he's merely intimated that he didn't like the idea of them reforming since they did in 2011; a view that i am sure is unconnected to the fact that they requested Liam and not him do a support slot for them.

would i like some new music off of The Stone Roses? yeah. i mean, the Heaton Park gig was amazing, and it was incredible to be there, to be part of it. but now, 3 years later, i am missing Ian Brown's solo music, i am missing Mani being in Primal Scream, i am missing John Squire issuing a reunion denial every year and, most importantly, i am missing wondering what Reni is up to.

another look at the Sam Smith CD single off of the Spectre theme? of course.

what's on the CD? the title track itself and an instrumental, or if you like version without singing, version of it. i don't remember, but i think that's kind of what was on the Adele Skyfall CD single that i also bought, and was certainly the case with the awesome (i like it) Jack White Another Way To Die 7" single i bought.

yes, i have bought a lot of Bond themes over the years. kind of. i bought GoldenEye, but none of the others off of the poofy Pierce Brosnan ones.

last year, i think, the only CD single i purchased was the Do They Know It's Christmas one. they are, as far as i am aware, the only two singles which have had any sort of release or been easily available in shops over the course of the last two years. it is safe, i think, to say that the CD single is not, alas, making a comeback.

nice one if any or all of this music news was of any interest to you!



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

movies you may have missed

hello there

does anyone at all know why movies, or for that matter movie, look you see, now comes up as an incorrect or misspelt world? movies has for decades been a commonly accepted term to refer to films of the motion picture variety. who is it in charge of spelling on the internet and what is their issue?

anyway, over the course of the last five or so months we, as in my (considerably) better half and i, have managed to watch precisely two movies of our own choosing. in the case of the most recent we were required to stay up until 1am to do so, but no matter. i figured a review of both might be of some use to someone, so here you go.

what two movies did we watch? these.

these were not two movies widely spoken of as being either "must see" or as being ones that broke box office records. i figured, then, giving them a bit of air here might allow those interested and doing a google to see if they were worthwhile or not.

a quick, spoiler-free review of both? it is decidedly so. Dracula Untold is rather good despite essentially covering the same ground dozens of Dracula films have over the decades, and Child 44 is an as good as it could have been adaptation of a novel, but ultimately proves that the story was best told as a novel in the first instance. and Tom Hardy's Russian accent is nowhere near as annoying or distracting as reported.

and yes, weirdly, we somehow ended up electing to watch two films that feature minor "power house" supporting performances from Charles Dance. who has, let it be said, got totes better as an actor since those halcyon days of Last Action Hero. 

righty-ho, as i will be giving some information over for those who read the book Child 44 i must insist on you paying attention to this *** POSSIBLE MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING *** what i have put here. and with that, on we go.

it has been a few months since we watched Dracula Untold, so bear with me.

plot? instead of allowing his young son to be drafted into fighting a war on behalf of the Turkish, crown prince Vlad decides to allow his whole country be put at risk of death and destruction off of the Turks instead. as you do, for what is a position of power if not a position to abuse. anyway, sensing the end of days, he heads off to a cave to cut a deal for invincible power with a mystery monster.

is it any good? yes. basically it's yet another go at an "origins" story of Dracula, and that's still not been bettered at being done than when Francis Ford Coppola gave 8 or so minutes to telling it at the start of his version of this. but that doesn't mean it''s bad.

i am, for instance, quite happy to confirm for you that Luke Evans, he of the title role, is hands down the single best ever Welsh Dracula. unless Richard Burton or Tom Jones has played the part at some stage and i somehow missed out on it. actually, i might have a look around and see if either did, as that would be quite smart in either case.

whereas it's not bad, there's obviously not much of a jot of anything new here, and it's not ever mindbogglingly awesome as it retells that which has been told before. it's a kind of a functional film, then - does a job of entertaining without overwhelming, and has the obligatory ending to suggest that it was intended to be the first of a series of films with the same actors and characters. well, those that survived, at the least.

as you can see, it's got a 15 certificate. despite horror origins and moments, by no means would i call this a horror film - a few jumps and frights, sure, but mostly it's all action. and then you've got the problem that if you want a vampire film that's action not horror, we live in a world where the movie Blade exists. except Wesley Snipes is not Welsh, i suppose.

i picked up Dracula Untold as part of a 2 for £10 deal at HMV. meaning i spent £5, or if you like a fiver, on it. i would say that's on the button. if the movie comes your way cheap, or free via TV or whatever, then it's not a waste of your time.

there were high hopes for the movie adaptation of Child 44 to do well and be brilliant, but it was a box office disaster by all accounts; buried for the most part by reviews that concentrated almost exclusively on Tom Hardy's somewhat heavy but not all that bad Russian accent. this is something of a shame, for whilst it is no overlooked masterpiece that should have won lots of awards, it's certainly not that bad.

plot? a hero of the Soviet army (Hardy) from World War II becomes a prominent figure in what i think is supposed to be the police arm of the KGB. a sequence of events, however, sees him become demoted and an outcast. then he stumbles on connections between the murders of children across the Soviet Union; murders the authorities say do not exist because there is no murder in a Communist heaven. with the help of a senior officer (Oldman) he risks his life to investigate, and in so doing discovered that virtually nothing of his life is how he believed it to be. and if that sounds in any way, shape or form like the 90's Stephen Rea film Citizen X, that would be a yes, it does, just as the novel felt like it "owed" a fair bit to that movie. and, indeed, the real life disturbing events which inspired that particular film.

there's a lot more to it than that. an awful lot more in the book, but this is the film. so the question would be does the film work for you if you've not read the novel? according to my (considerably) better half, the answer to that is "kind of". she says there were parts that didn't make sense initially, and you had to wait for a few moments into scenes to clock what was going on, only then being able to make sense of something which happened minutes before - kind of distracting you from the current action. as i watched it there were times when i felt like i was watching "selected dramatisation" of parts of the novel, made exclusively for the benefit of those who had read it.

as for the lead cast, Noomi Rapace is perfect for the part. i can't decide whether or not Tom Hardy is a sublime genius actor or just a ham-fisted hack, for he seems to be both at once. Gary Oldman in yet another "bit part for the money" role is better than he has been for a while - i really think he should have been in the lead role, but he seems not to want to do lead acting anymore.

for those who have read the novel and are interested, here come the major differences between book and film. i am going to try and change the colour to black to hide away serious spoilers, so you will need to drag your mouse over to read.

* Leo Demidov's origins have changed. he is an orphan. yes, that has radical bearing on the family relations from the novel, in particular at the conclusion. 

* the chase and arrest of Brodsky is simpler and more action orientated 

* i seem to remember a scene with Raisa, Vasili and a knife. if i remember right, well, no matter, it has gone. 

* Raisa's big reveal of the truth is poorly done

* the epic, brilliant train carriage escape from the book is made a lot simpler and faster

other than that, in a condensed way it pretty much covers the important elements of the novel. it just doesn't present them as well as was the case in book form.

would i suggest or recommend that you seek out Child 44? it's north of two hours of not easy watching, but it's not a waste of that time. if nothing else it's a reminder for those of us who remember when he cared in the 80s and 90s that Gaz Oldman can be quite good, still.

so, there you go. two films which i doubt will blow you away or have you saying "that was, like, totes the best thing i have ever seen", but all the same two movies that i doubt anyone would lament giving the time involved to watch them.

if the above has assisted or contributed to you decided to either avoid or have a go at one or both of these movies, nice one.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!