Monday 30 June 2008

Never trust a hippie


Why is it that whenever you see boats - canal, river, harbour, whatever - there’s always one that’s been named after a character in Lord of the Rings?

Tuesday 24 June 2008

I fought the lawn (and the lawn won)

I always thought that when I got to a certain age I would stop wearing T shirts with writing on. OK, I still have a few band T shirts that I wear to do the gardening, but it wouldn’t really be dignified to be seen wearing them in public.

But I was quite tempted when I spotted this on holiday (courtesy of jivingjellyfish). It sums up a lot really... not least, my despair at the state of my garden.

PS I am the proud owner of ‘I fought the law’ by the Clash AND the Bobby Fuller Four. Does that make me cool, or just a bit of a saddo?

Monday 23 June 2008

Anarchy... sponsored by BT

The Sex Pistols have been playing at the Isle of Wight festival. Why?? I’m watching it on the television, which seems the sensible thing to do (because I’m pretty sensible these days). They’re playing Pretty Vacant. Four fat, fiftyish geezers singing a young men’s song. To people who weren’t born when they did it the first time round. There’s something very wrong about this. I’d be taking myself far too seriously if I used the word sacrilegious. So I’ll use the word ‘irrelevant’ instead. John Lydon is not Johnny Rotten. To his credit, he doesn’t pretend to be. When he talks sweetly to the interviewer about getting nervous before he goes on stage and wanting to put on a good show, I know it’s not the same person. When he says they are there to have a laugh I wonder whether, actually, he is. That’s ‘having a laugh’ as in ‘taking the ****ing piss’.

Monday 9 June 2008

"You don't look it"

Tim Dowling in the Guardian is 45. He says:
I realise that 45 isn't any sort of particular milestone, that it doesn't count as old to anyone older, and that it doesn't count as young to anyone. It's just the age when you know for certain that anyone who says you don't look it simply isn't looking hard enough, or under bright enough light.
Welcome to the club, Tim. I’ve been bluffing people about my age for years but I’m starting to realise my bluffing days are drawing to a close. It’s a pity. I’d got used to hearing ‘you don’t look it.’ And believing it.
I could start wearing gloves. That might buy me a few more years...