Just making myself a sandwich and listening to Boomslang. Oh, Johnny, what possessed you to turn into Tim Burgess?

The Coral are rather good, aren't they? I listen to them and fantasise that they have band rehearsals in a rainy alleyway with a drum made from a dustbin and guitars made from boxes and twine.

When I discovered that Queen Victoria was unable to give me a personal guided tour of Osbourne House, I had no choice but to cancel the gig on the Isle of Wight ( Read more... )

A rather low-key affair compared to last year when I invited several thousand of you to a knees-up in Manchester. Wasn't that lots of fun? And shouldn't we do it again soon ( Read more... )

Sometimes living in LA can be quite handy, and not just because it doesn't rain, and Nancy Sinatra lives next door. Sometimes I get to see great bands. On Saturday, I headed off to see my dear Alain play in his new band, Red Lightning ( Read more... )

Toast ( Read more... )

Brits? Pah, who needs them? I didn't want one of your odious awards anyway! To be quite honest, I cannot value or appreciate the opinion of people who think that some unwashed 'chav' (a new word I have learnt!) who can't sing and whose lyrics are trite is somehow more worthy of the accolade of "Best Chap" in the place of me - suave, sexy (even when ( Read more... )

I went to the cinema in Dublin the other night. It was educational, as would be anything starring Colin Farrell in a leather miniskirt ( Read more... )

What will I do when I'm bored of dressing up like a priest? Hmmm... any suggestions, please ( Read more... )

A pair of handsome devils, I'm sure you'll agree.


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In the name of all that's sweet and holy..... I am a very tired Father Steven. I have travelled north and south America with my band of willing nuns, in the name of converting the unwashed hordes to The Way of The Truth and The Light (that never goes out), to the Hope of Erection Resurrection in the World to Come. A World of Quiffs in sepia, but of ( Read more... )