Gus Mears

Did they have these newfangled 'mushy peas' at this chippy, Bacon?

Geoff is a great man. The original videos where they go to every UK station on a single trip is wonderful pre-sleep viewing (RIP Felix the cat).

The Dull Man YouTube series I would record if I ever won the Lottery or something would be staying at every Premier Inn round the UK - reviewing each room and doing some local tourist stuff, even if it's somewhere dismal. No one steal this licence to print money now I have posted it.

And it rained for 40 days and 40 nights.

God, this is shit. January in all its bleakness. All the nearby rivers are fucked, people will be kayaking through the market square by Saturday. I think I've got Covid and I'm being bullied by the cat who wants to play when I can hardly bare moving.

15 minutes ago, SuperBacon said:

Kids Company founder Camila Batmanghelidjh, aged 61.

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2024/jan/02/kids-company-charity-founder-camila-batmanghelidjh-dies-aged-61

And we're off.

New year. New celebrity deaths.

I forgot to mention Some Like it Hot. They had it on at the local cinema recently and it's still absolutely brilliant. Tony Curtis as Shell Oil Junior never fails to make me howl. Was surprised how well it held up, there's obviously stuff that wouldn't fly now, but less of it than I anticipated given it was released when Eisenhower was in office.

In honour of how groggy I still feel today.

I thought it would be a great idea to pour about a gallon of hot sauce on my lunch yesterday and spent the evening at a house party covertly going to the upstairs bog for a shit every half hour between bouts of intense stomach pain.

Happy New Year everyone.

I've booked a week off in mid-February that I'll spend most of this month looking forward to. Mental health always nosedives this time of year, so some time off on the horizon will hopefully take the edge off. When I eventually take over this country, Christmas is getting moved to the end of January. This spell up to March is far too long and always wank.

Edit: Christ, just realised it's a leap year and all, so even more shitty February than normal.

I'm really glad someone else said Dodgeball before me because I think it's Dodgeball.

Also will throw in the second Austin Powers film with the proviso that I have a shit taste in films.

Going through Beefheart's albums at the moments. This, which is dangerously like a normal song, passed me by until now.

I passionate hate my Samsung TV. There's an issue on it which means MLB TV looks like you've dropped three tabs of acid and there's no fucking way to sort it out. So I have a Roku box solely to play the thing I've already paid for in shit quality. Rubbish.

Good knock for a French politician.

I am happy to report that my family forgot to put on the Call the Midwife special, thus making it the greatest Christmas ever.

Someone posted Linda Ronstadt in the singers thread and any excuse.

That's a no from me. Shit American sausage in croissant.

Couldn't hold off any longer. I just know I'm going to need to by replacement cheeses for some of them by Sunday.

Scott Walker was next in line for me but didn't want to post too many. Brilliant voice in the pop or avant garde phases of his career.

Spinning out of the people who are pleasing to listen to thread. Your favourite singers and why. Not the best or most technically gifted necessarily (though they can be), but your favourites.

Tom Waits. The voice of four packs a day and change. Always loved his vocals from Heartattack and Vine (both the album and the title track) which was before he reached peak-growling and started pissing about with replacing drums with people wanging fence posts and the like. Missing out on seeing him live during the Glitter and Doom tour in 08 is one of my biggest music regrets - 'oh, he'll tour again' - will he fuck.

On the complete other end of the spectrum, our Roy. His range and power are incredible but it's the vulnerability in his voice which sets him apart. Songs which otherwise might be drippy or saccharine somehow work when he's singing them. Held up remarkably well too (well, until the massive heart attack), he sounds as good during Black and White Night in the late 80's as he did here in his youth.

The Lord's work with that playlist. That's gym music sorted for the foreseeable.

Between playing for Surrey and referring to Somerset supporters as "peasants" after copping it at a t20 a few years back I've never been the biggest fan.

Been listening to a lot of Bobby Womack and Sam Cooke recently. This from Womack's last album in 2012 completely passed me by at the time but it's excellent. Remember reading somewhere a description of Womack 'singing like his life depended on it' which fits perfectly.