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Waste not, want not.  Black Pudding is one of those foodstuffs that is fairly ubiquitous worldwide, yet one of those things that doesn’t always spring to the forefront of culinary conversation.  It may be that the high fat content is considered a bit of a no-no in these health-conscious times; it could well be that [...]

Because, quite frankly, my previous post was basically me spending the thick end of 800 words about hanging about outside a shop, when the best bit was spent hanging about briefly (there was a queue behind me!) inside one as well. Yes, I bought some records.  It would have been frankly rude not to have [...]

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Whoops.  After caving in to repeated emails (and much spam, which has now changed from being mostly in Russian to being mostly in French), I caved in and tried to register this site as being a professional something-or-other, only to then having the registration rejected on the grounds of not being too serious in the [...]

I honestly thought that I would struggle to write this one up.  I mean, this is the 4th time I’d seen Mark and David during this tour, how could it possibly be different?  By absolutely nailing down an incredible performance, that’s how. The Union Chapel in Islington is a singularly wonderful venue.  Being an actual [...]

“Uh… we’re gonna be doin’ this set acapella” A slight delay with the main act tonight when Dave Rosser’s guitar wasn’t making any discernable noise, although this was soon solved through the application of (technical term, I believe) a small amount of jiggling, and then we were underway for the last show that I would [...]

It’s always a strange experience visiting this wonderful little venue, as I have been going there for years and keep seeing the same people without ever knowing who any of them are.  And the way they look around the room at others and myself, they feel the same way too.  A lovely little community then, [...]

This almost didn’t happen for me, thanks to a slight ‘overdoing’ last night at a friend’s birthday party.  All-day hangovers are not great accompaniments to cross-county travel.  Anyway, lots of water and a satnav that rather worryingly kept telling me to make sharp right turns on the motorway later, I found myself in the friendly [...]