I present this most remarkable document with the following caveat: Misinterpretation of what follows could prove to be dangerous. This is not license to run about doing any damned fool thing you want to do. Think carefully before attempting to exercise these rights in your own life.
Tuesday Tunes – Andy Davis
Sometimes I worry that I’m becoming a musical snob. You know, one of those people who only listen to ‘re
al’ music – scratch that, one of those people who believes there is such a thing as ‘real’ music and complains about the state of the charts and the music the next generation is listening to. (Not to be confused with people who shake their heads at MTV muttering ‘it’s not even music, it’s just noise’ – that’s not snobbery, that’s old age. It’s a fine line, but a line just the same.)
With a background of cheesy pop sound-tracking my childhood, the independent music scene always intimidated me as it was filled with artists criticizing the music I loved. Sure, the music they were making was a million miles away from the clearly manufactured pop that dominated the mainstream, but that was the music I liked and it left me feeling that I couldn’t be a true music fan while I still listened to pop. Continue Reading…
Your Tarot Symbols
§ Part of the Tarot – The Universe In Your Hands series §
I promised something interesting and fun to kick off the new year in this series, and here we are! What we are going to do here is all based on something you are intimately familiar with, your birth date. You aren’t going to learn a lot of new material from this particular lesson. Instead this will focus on using your own powers of deduction and how you interpret symbols. Let’s get started shall we?
Tuesday Tunes – Jessie J
Most people think their Mum’s are pretty great, but mine has a super power, a straight-up 6th sense that comes out of hiding every year at Christmas. I’m not even sure what good comes from it, other than just irritating me – oh, yeah, no I get it.
See, you could call my Mum now and ask her when she’s serving Christmas dinner next year and I GUARANTEE you, even though the BBC won’t have decided the Christmas tv schedule, my Mum will pick the EXACT time they decide to broadcast Christmas Top of the Pops. Every year without fail she manages it.
It’s the one thing I want to watch on Christmas day – couldn’t care less about the Queen’s speech, the festive edition of Doctor Who, I’ll even pass up the vintage genius of Morecambe and Wise – I just want to watch Top of the Pops. That’s all I ask. And it’s only on once a year now, that should count for something, right?
Wrong.
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I Talk To My Toaster…
