So it’s just going to be the once on Peel. That was a strange summer, when the customary laziness was suddenly interrupted by unfamiliar terms like “airplay” and “contract”. Then the singer got eight years for stammering during an armed robbery and the guy in the suit ran off with the money. Or something – I never did understand.
I found God a couple of years later in Collett’s, the Communist bookshop on the Charing Cross Road (founded by cleaning materials heiress Eva Reckitt), and I endeavoured to interest him in something about which I thought I knew quite a lot and about which he turned out to know more. This ruined my chances with the closet Maoist on the music desk, for which I am also profoundly grateful.
- Convergent etymology: paella / pilau
The other day in the London City out of scientific interest I ate from a hipster stall a portion of /pʌɪˈɛlə/.
- French lessons: Grannie on her bike rides across the pool
Boby Lapointe, an obsessive, deranged comic genius who seems to have drunk himself to death aged 50, points to one of
- For sale, the church of St Paul at Montmany
Buy the scene of the miserable fate of the rector in Els sots feréstecs!
- Why London and Dublin are full of Spanish waitresses
Someone just sent me this job ad to illustrate the kind of shite people suffer in Barcelona. It’s a six month
- Reggae and his Reggie band
I used to sing and play lead moon-whistle with a novelty orchestra which had somehow come to the understanding that when