Absolutely stunning some of the crap that's gone up along the coast road in Peacehaven in recent times. They look as though they're made of plastic wood, with Perspex rather than glass in the windows. Flimsy as anything, zero soundproofing (on a busy main road) and obscene pricing. How these...
All salient points covered above, lovely waterfront and it's enfant terrible, John Waters, has lived there his whole life. Here we see another local resident, and John Waters muse, Divine, talking a stroll around Baltimore in the Waters film Pink Flamingos, featuring the most disgusting scene...
Either way it conjured up images of some black and white bygone era Harry Enfield sketch with a load of cloth capped car factory working stereotypical brummies downing tools Saturday lunchtime as the factory whistle blew and heading off to 'the match' en masse via the local boozer.
Toxic club to play for, the dream destination for just about every player, the reality somewhat different, requiring serious mental strength. Big egos, high expectations, overbearing board/hierarchy, manager ever looking over his shoulder, even if they somehow managed to enter and win the World...
Scrap obscene transfer fees and introduce a US style draft system where the best prospects looking for a move go to the lowliest clubs and vice versa, Wilfried Zaha to Newport County etc. while Leon Best goes to Man City
Plus Triggaar, unlike in the States, Everton FC don't move to Colchester overnight and become Essex City FC, Colchester United subsequently moving to Manchester and becoming the Rainy City Hellcats FC while Arsenal come to a new stadium in Sussex built on the Goldstone Retail Park and become AFC...
::thumbsup: Absolutely right! Doh. And although oft suggested that the title track was written about Syd, the way Mason recounts it suggests otherwise. He does zip through the iconic albums a bit fast for my liking, the only thing keeping me reading is the impending bust up with the...
Reaching page 126 of Inside Out by Nick Mason yesterday, and the recording of ASOS, I had an NSC lightbulb moment with them utilising an Mellotron. As for the book, I've started skipping pages. That Barrett famously showing up at Abbey Road during the recording of DSOTM was deemed worthy...
I can't imagine Johnson has any comprehension of the economic reality lived by half of this country, and neither does he probably care beyond making the right noises in the public arena.