We have written at length on this in the past, not that our efforts are always appreciated. Anyroads -
Rainbow Valley by the Love Affair
Excerpt from a Teenage Opera - Keith West
Don't Let it Die - Hurricane Smith
Glass of Champagne - Sailor
They're Ain't Nothin' Like Shaggin' - The Tams
CIA...
And of course, what discussion of tattoos would be complete without a mention of the Borstal Dot?
Typically on or between the knuckles, they were the TRUE sign of 6os/70s rough trade.
Sullivan is welling-up at the memories of many hard encounters with the naughty boys of Cheetham Hill...
Sullivan tells me of the boy he knew in repertoire back in the early 1970s.
He had a tattooed member that had been completed with such skill that, flaccid, it read one way whilst revealing an entirely different message when tumescent.
All those old craft skills, gone now.
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SER - in your own time - stupid boy!
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A beautiful image - ruined. It's the 'Chanda Hat' by Nina Leen. I'm sure someone as protective of artists' rights as Morrissey will shortly issue a full acknowledgement of the photographer.
So, having forgiven Jesus some time ago he's now tapping him up for a spot of redemption. 'Give it a rest' (?) If only. We deep listened IANADOAC again yesterday and concluded that it may well be the last coherent release we get to experience.
Nervous? NERVOUS? The way she wields that brutal stiletto, one slashing question at a time? We would say she looked anything other than nervous. More like the deadly journo assassin she is, taking apart a national treasure with her acerbic wit, her rapier-like thrusts and her deadly put-downs...
Goodness me! That was BRUTAL! I bet its the last time Fiona Magdalene gets the call for interviewing duties. No wonder he's cancelling concerts and walking off after half a dozen BOT 'hits' - it's the savaging he receives here. Those bruises will take time to heal. SE-R, what WERE you thinking...
So rude. Myself, born 1959 (like someone we know?) Sullivan born 1957 (yes! I'm a toy-boy!). Sullivan's father born 1926. The math is relatively simple. Do keep up.
Hawtrey! Now you're talking! This site should have more Hawtrey - what a LIVELY chap he was!
Sullivan's father knew him in the 1940s at the arse-end of his time with Will Hay (a fraught relationship).
Anyhoo - I'm babbling, I know. Me and Mr Shandy visited him in the early 1980s. A more...
How true, a point we have made several times before. It's almost as if Morrissey and his simper-clique actually require the brutal treatment and harsh back-handers from what you still charmingly refer to as 'record labels'.
It reminds us of the abuseds perverse and continuing relationship with...
Mr Shandy (him) taught this regularly as part of his course on modern American theatre. There aren't many jokes in it. As the wasters in the flop-house descend into self-pity and confessions of murder, a central character demands of his fellows: “God damn you, stop shoving your rotten soul in...
SE,TTR - embarrassing. It's like listening to your mad old uncle who never got married telling you the story of that time them blokes from the estate did his drive but made a right mess of it. In fact - a lyric based on that might be marginally more interesting.
'My Early Burglary Years' is the only one worth bothering with, mainly on the grounds that it contains the majestic 'Nobody Loves Us' - his greatest solo song.
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