Someone Else: by Elliot Mason, and the David Goo Variety Band
Someone Else: by Elliot Mason, and the David Goo Variety Band
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Aye, there’s the rub. A dub dub.
One of the reasons, it’s been said, that the rationalist/skeptic movement haven’t swollen their membership in the same way as say, an organised religion, is that there’s no obvious focal point for them to congregate at. So in 1999 a group called Skeptics In The Pub was formed to provide a regular chance for people…
‘Oss ‘oss!
England is a country rife with tradition & local custom, which gives rise to some fascinating events – I’ve written before about the tar barrel running in Ottery St Mary before, and alluded to but not gotten around to writing about the cheese rolling race at Coopers Hill in Gloucestershire. In May I was lucky…
This ain’t no Hank Williams song…
Buying a ticket to see German industrial hard rockers Rammstein seemed like a good idea at the time, and then afterwards I started to have a few hesitations, as the fans give over a certain image being a fairly hard & intense crowd, and though I’ve survived Iron Maiden and Prodigy gigs before, I really…
How to sum up 19 days of bliss & awesomeness
It’s probably abundantly clear – because I clearly mentioned it several times – that back in December I was extremely fortunate to be able to get back to my hometown of Adelaide and spend a few weeks there, soaking up the sun and spending time with friends & family. Organising relaxing holidays has never been…
Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it (a) grand?
So, we had a small titter of celebration here at Humpy Towers when my facebook friend count hit 800. A bit later when it hit 900, I was further surprised but quite chuffed: it’s nice to know there’s so many people around from years gone by who, if they don’t currently keep in regular contact,…
A weekend of old angry white males
Every now and again a weekend comes up which culminates in an almost shellshocked feeling of “Wow, how lucky am I?!”. And the 15th was the beginning of just such a weekend, because it started with a chance to see marathon-talking & epically curious global documenter Henry Rollins at Royal Festival Hall. I’ve been lucky…
Come on… Who thought this was a good idea for the name of…
Come on… Who thought this was a good idea for the name of a pub, own up. You know this country is essentially one massive Carry On film.
I got ’em. I got ’em.
In late 2004 in an effort to prove that you can get anything on eBay I purchased an A-Team coat hanger – it had a likeness of Colonel John “Hannibal” Smith, portrayed memorably by George Peppard. Documentation on the exact date is sketchy, however in early 2005 I came into possession of the BA Baracus one,…