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1981's 'Matte Kudasai' is, for better or for worse, just about the only King Crimson song that I know, but I love it. (Recommendations or warnings in relation to the rest of Fripp & Co's oeuvre would not be unwelcome). The vocals and lyrics foreshadow the recordings of Rufus Wainwright to an almost frightening degree. I just wish Mr Wainwright's ( Read more... )

Well, I can at least say that I avoided drinking at The Apartment for all of eight years. Mr T 'Choir in Croydon' Little, with his social circle that's bigger than the Marvel Universe, decided to put a stop to that. It seems so difficult to attempt an evening out in Belfast without appearing to align oneself with one tribe or another, whether that ( Read more... )

Now, I said I had been avoiding news media 'where possible.' That 'where possible' does not cover the times when I have had to author my monthly offering to the News Letter's Counter Culture slot. What follows appeared in the paper yesterday along with the latest from the Reverend Ian Paisley, which instructed us in how we might approach a truer ( Read more... )

This was due to be my last day of work but Wednesday of last week was my last day of work, that being the day on which I had a long-overdue 'free and frank exchange of views' with the odious little solicitor-Hitler who had been priming me for a bout of work-related illness. I felt really angry for a day or two afterwards and was full of nervous ( Read more... )