Drum roll please
The voice was from the old TV show Sea Hunt, and belonged to the one and only
Lloyd Bridges

Congratulations and thanks for your suggestions. Here’s the clip for those who missed it.

Drum roll please
The voice was from the old TV show Sea Hunt, and belonged to the one and only
Lloyd Bridges

Congratulations and thanks for your suggestions. Here’s the clip for those who missed it.
Billy Mays is apparently a famous infomercial DIY or pitchman.
This is so understated, I laughed my arse (ass) off.
Following on from last months recently digitized vinyl extravaganza competition, (answer was noel coward) who can tell me who is talking about, wait for it…….skin diving and hunting with a spear gun. There’s a clue. And it’s not Jacques Cousteau btw.
Post your answers and I shall reveal all in a couple of days…enjoy!
Ok, I admit I’ve failed. I have tried to like popcorn, but am I the only person in the continental USA who doesn’t like popcorn?

My problem is I don’t just not like it, I despise it. I loath the smell of it. We never ate it at home, in fact, it was not even available at the local movie theaters in West Calder and Edinburgh. We had ice-cream or smoked (imagine, just like in aeroplanes, am firm non-smoker of 10+ yrs btw). A girl would come out at the beginning and intermission (quaint eh?) and we’d queue up in the aisle to buy ice-creams, kitkats or 20 Embassy Regal, but never popcorn.
I went to see Milk on Sunday, and that magnificent film’s impact was reduced a tad for me, as I was surrounded by nearly a hundred popcorn munchers. I had to squirm uncomfortably, nose under t-shirt collar to suppress the stench. It appeared to me that almost everyone in the theater, except me, was chowing down in their respective popcorn buckets. Or popcorn troughs. Oblivious to the sensitivities of the non-popcorn lover.
Well, that’ll teach me. Sorry. Just cannot stand the stuff….so there. I know this is a controversial subject to y’all, but hey, I calls it as I sees it.
Lux Interior left us earlier today. He was the lead singer and inspiration behind The Cramps.

I saw The Cramps twice. But the 1st time was in Edinburgh, at the Odeon, in the summer of 1979. They supported The Police. Most of the crowd hated them. I had never seen anything like it in my life. The Cramps were from outer space. I was spellbound. The Cramps churned out this swampy, psychedelic, psychobilly noise. It was incredible. And the whirling dervish at the center was Lux Interior. Stripped to the waist, menacing, dripping with sweat, stalking the stage. Crouching, channeling his inner Iggy, with this garage, sonic attack swirling around, it was bloody marvelous.
RIP Mr. Lux Interior. You were very alive, and thank you. You made me feel alive too.
How do we deal with aging, but more importantly feeling older?
A couple of colleagues at work brought it home to me in a big way. They’re both younger than me, estimate 30 ish’, smart/worldly people, I got to talking to them about the upcoming Leonard Cohen show here in Austin.

Both of them said Leonard who? I thought they were joking, alas, they were not. Never heard of Leonard Cohen, or any of his songs. Not a clue.
At first I was dumbfounded, shocked actually, and then it hit me. I’m older than I think I am and the generational divide, that I’ve mostly managed to hold at bay, burst through. I guess I thought everyone knew who Leonard Cohen is. Just took it for granted. One of the soundtracks to my life, is well, just that. A soundtrack to my life, no-one else’s.
Now I know better, and my aging, and my feeling older, has been thrust uncomfortably down my throat. For me to ponder.
I better get used to it.
Austin Flash Mob’s latest caper took place Saturday at Whole Foods, with 200+ agents ‘freezing’ inside
Here’s the poster and day-by-day line up…Franz Ferdinand over Leonard Cohen??

The inner sleeve of Morrissey’s new single leaves me…..speechless…and not in a good way


From the official site, only available alphabetically for now, pretty close to the Ryan Seacrest list though!
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