Big Bad Lee

I'll be away here for the weekend. I had intended to do a proper post, but got caught up in other things (What I've come to know as 'Procrasturbation') It'll have to wait for another day. Heres a little clip I took at Ashfield last weekend. It's a pretty good race actually, it's sometimes a bit processional at the speedway, so it's nice to see two guys knocking lumps out of each other. It's all very tight for 2nd & 3rd place until something goes wrong at the end of lap 3 and Tigers rider Lee Dicken falls. He's under the impression the other guy put him in the dirt, but I'm not so sure...... Anyway, big Lee decides he's gonna have a pop at his opponent as he comes round to slow down. Cue a gaggle of officials and riders giving it the whole 'He's not worth it!!!' bit and trying to restrain him. The object of Lee's affections, Joseph Franc, decides that discretion is the better part of valour,and in a bit of a Benny Hill moment, he makes for the infield and rolls off back the other way towards the pits. Big Lee Dicken. Untidy to watch and slower than a week in jail at times, but he rides for the team and gives it everything he has, even if he's bog last. I have a soft spot for guys like that. He's the Speedway equivelent of Bobo Balde.

Back When They Weren't Funny

Ladies! Gentlemen!

I have stumbled upon a new area of exploration and research in my never ending quest to understand the Universe and it's secrets (and subsequently forget them in a drunken stupour and lose all my notes). It is the study of the phenomenon whereby TV comedy programmes and comedians that made you crawl across the floor, convulsing with laughter as a 5-10 year old are beamed back at you as an adult, via satellite tv and countdown shows, only to make you silently cringe with embarrassment and die a little inside. For the purposes of shorthand, I shall call it 'Carrott Syndrome', after the brain puree-ingly tedious Brummie comedian whose show I rarely missed as a nine year old. You may well have your own personal favourite, but I believe Jasper works as a universal 'Why The Fuck Did I Find That Tit Funny?' moment for many of my generation.

A familiar cry of many a colleague seems to be 'I remember that show! Was it funny or was I imagining things......? My assertion is that no, you probably weren't imagining anything, but please don't buy the DVD in an attempt to find out.

I have discovered one thing in all this research. Rab C Nesbitt was no mirage. I bought the first series dirt cheap on DVD recently and to be honest I would have payed twice what I coughed up for it. Ian Pattison is a fucking genius.

I realise I'm sending out mixed messages here, but would you seriously buy an 'Up The Elephant & Round The Castle' DVD on the off chance it was a fraction as amusing as you half remembered it might have been?

You would? Shit, we're in trouble...............

Let Tom Waits Sooth yr soul. This is my anthem, it should be yours too...............

Mediocre Top Trumps

Guided By Voices

Probably the greatest band of the 90's......Anyone who disagrees is a tone deaf philistine!!

They did way more tuneful stuff than this, but you can find all that on Youtube anyway. This is them in their true essence............Live, pissed up and wondering where the next beers coming from. Genius.

Enjoy!