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Too busy at work to do anything here at the moment, talk amongst yourselves for while.And enjoy this fine tune of course.Download: Wat About Di Workin' Claas - Linton Kwesi Johnson (mp3)

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I'm getting a major "leave me alone you dirty old man" vibe from those dollies that Jimmy Saville is trying to chat up. Especially the last one, she looks like he's making her skin crawl.

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A little tribute to J.D. Salinger. For more on the Catcher In The Rye-indie pop nexus read this."I'm always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.""You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking,

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Speaking of scary things, this Public Information Film looks like it was made by Alfred Hitchcock.

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It was 7:15 in the evening on Friday the 3rd of December, 1982. I know because I still have the ticket.I was at one the The Jam's farewell shows at Wembley Arena and even though I was only 20 myself at the time I felt like one of the oldest people there as the hall seemed to be full of 14-year-old boys wearing cheap Parkas that looked like their Mum had bought them in Millets. It was like being

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15 years from now she is going to be so glad that I took this picture, her street cred with her friends will go up by about a gazillion points. That is, if "the kids" give a shit about The Clash by then or even know who they are, though I'm sure there will be yet another punk revival at some point in the future.Download: Tommy Gun - The Clash (mp3)

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Childhood can be a bloody scary time of life and it doesn't take much to frighten the shit out of a kid. I'm sure I'm not the only one who woke up in the middle of the night and for one terrifying moment thought that a coat hanging on their bedroom door was a man standing in the room, not to mention all the creaks and squeaks a house can make at night that made you lie awake in bed convinced that

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RIP Teddy. This record never fails to blow me away.

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This old playground rhyme popped into my head the other day for some reasonHi Ho, Hi HoIt's off to school we goWith a bucket and spadeAnd a hand grenadeHi Ho, Hi HoWe used to sing that at my Primary School, along with this ditty Build a bonfire, build a bonfirePut the teachers up on the topPut Greenie* in the middleAnd burn the bloody lotNasty little buggers weren't we? Every school had songs

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Download: The Punk and The Godfather - The Who (mp3)If they took this picture now Paul Weller would be the old man, but who would be the young turk standing next to him?

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Whether you're in America or the UK right now the chances are it's more than a bit brass monkeys and there's snow everywhere, so this might warm your cockles. There's also the astonishing sideburns of Ray Dorset to enjoy.

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Much as I like to big up my mother's love of Frank Sinatra as an example of her good taste in music she did have a few skeletons in her closet — or rather in the sideboard where she kept her records. For a few years she really had a thing for Rod Stewart, and unfortunately I don't mean the classic, Faces-era Rod either, she loved – I think even preferred — late 1970s, Britt Ekland-shagging,

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I proposed to my wife at midnight on New Year's Eve, 1999 in New York City which I think was a suitably memorable and positive way the mark the start of a new decade* and millennium. We were having a party at the apartment of a friend of mine but couldn't see the Times Square fireworks from the roof of his building as we'd planned because it had been closed by the police, as had every other

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Every year the wife and I alternate spending Christmas between my family and hers. Unfortunately it's not really a fair exchange as my family live in London — The Greatest City In The World – while hers are in a small, rural North Carolina town that isn't so much in the middle of nowhere, more like the remote outskirts of nowhere. You know those movies where the hip and sophisticated couple from

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This makes me smile so much I could burst. Soul Train is like Top of The Pops in an alternate universe, one where the kids in the audience can actually dance.What the hell, have two!

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If I should pass out, think only this of me;That there’s some piss-stained corner of a town centreThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a smell of sick and curry;And a Ladette whom England bore, shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her knickers to lower, her flesh to bare,A body of England’s breathing English air,Washed by the lager, snogged by yobs of homeAnd think, this girl, all

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When Bananarama first ambled onto the scene in 1981 with their backcombed hair and second-hand clothes even Nostradamus couldn't have predicted that they'd go on to become one of the most successful British girl groups of all time and have more hits than The Supremes, mostly because that didn't seem to be the sort of ambition that entered their heads. Like Joanne and Susan in The Human League (

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They don't make 'em like this anymore.

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Lucky me! A pair of Acid Jazz beauties that take me back to clubbing in London in the early 90s before I split the scene for America. One of these you'll probably know, the other is a bit more obscure but another belter (and produced by Mick Talbot).Download: Apparently Nothin' - Young Disciples (mp3)Download: Jus' Reach - Galliano (mp3)

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Two boxes full of them in fact (ha!) which I was rummaging through the other day digging out some long-unplayed beauties like this one. I'm up to my tits at work this week so I can't finish off the meatier posts I'm writing at the moment (all two of them), but I hope this will do for now. Another tomorrow maybe.Download: Too Nice To Talk To (Dubweiser) - The Beat (mp3)

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Download: The Amorous Humphrey Plugg - Scott Walker (mp3)

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Though the phrase "Crisis? What Crisis?" was most famously used as a headline by The Sun during the Winter of Discontent in 1979 and was the title of a Supertramp album before that, I think it was first used on this cover of The Economist dated August 12, 1972. I don't know what the story was about but knowing the era I imagine it was another economic or industrial disaster of some kind. The

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A reminder of just how seriously weird the 1970s were.

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I mentioned in this post that I used to work with a girl who knew Boy George in his pre-fame, Blitz Club days. One day she told me that this George bloke she knew had formed a band and put out their debut single called "White Boy" which I should buy because it was really good. I took her word for it and bought the 12" unheard mostly because, to be honest, I fancied this girl something rotten (she

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Bugger me, what a voice. She should have been singing duets with Rod Stewart (backed by The Faces) instead of Elton John.

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