It's Bugging Me....

Well, it ain't really.

It's a fabulous Tube Channel from Kevin Johansen with some really loud sounds that deserve greater recognition. Pity the old boy cannot keep the sound of the needle hitting the wax at the start of each track.

But, hey! It's proper vibe on proper vinyl.

A good evening: Skyped-me-up-Scotty with the Daughter of Delight adjacent to the Hudson River, although the video was a trifle grainy. Thinking about it, in the US of Idiots one would be lucky to get proper trifle and the grain would be wrapped around some intensively reared beef. Let's tear up those rain-forests, Septics.

God's in his Heaven and all's right with the world.

Thank-you Mr Browning and your hefty-bearded Victorian contemporaries. Just look at the mess you left us with. Build an Empire and keep it, you twits, don't give it away. Dateline: Kenya 2013. Dateline: The North-West Passage always. Dateline: Palestine 1947. Dateline: New Amsterdam 1665. Et-bloody-cetera...

And on that theme, I await with baited breath the return of the Scouse Empire when it travels to Salford tomorrow evening and teaches the babes another lesson. Bet they now wish they hadn't pushed Sir Claret upstairs. Lost to 'Pool, lost to Citeh, wanting confidence, van Pursed-lips pictured struggling with thigh-cream, the hair-transplanted want-away finally showing some gumption when all the rest appear to have forgotten which end they are kicking toward...oh bliss! Division Two welcomes you!

But that's enough childish drivel. It is the preserve of people from the Prawn Counties. I have big respect for Keano despite him playing for them: at least he showed some determination. As did Jiggsy; without his Jigging elsewhere he still proved a loyal servant. As does Stevie G, and it would be a good good season to smack their backsides twice before Christmas.

So it ain't bugging me. I am now trying to collate these terrible rants into a book of vitriol. 'Cautionary Tales for Drunken Bums' is the working title, although 'working' is somewhat of a misnomer.

And on that note, back to the drawing board. 'We're Living In Bad Conditions' sings a lad on the Tube. And I don't know who it is! Too many Northern Fish in the Sea. And that song is bugging me.