Summer of Love ’67 – The very first rock festival in the World
It’s fifty years since the Summer of Love, and exactly fifty years to the day since the very first rock festival in the world took place on May 29th 1967. … Continue reading
Congratulations Leicester City!
REVENGE AT LAST! From a Syston boy living in Conil de la Frontera, Spain, and old enough to remember Leicester losing to Spurs in the 1961 FA Cup Final. Ignominious … Continue reading
Scooting through the headlines … ancient parasite
Do you ever get the feeling they might be talking about you when you read some headlines? I do. You know, those where the police are looking for a bloke … Continue reading
A Ramble Around My Aunt – Part One
Whether to distract attention from crumbling plaster, or to conceal peeling and mildewed wallpaper, a pair of matching oil paintings hung on the wall across from the bed in my … Continue reading
KING RICHARD III POLL! – ONLY ONE DAY left to vote!
With only one day left to vote in the RICHARD III WAXWORK POLL things are fizzling away like fireworks on a cold and damp November night. For larger photos and FULL … Continue reading
Richard III – really, Leicester? Really?
One of these photos obviously pictures a bad waxwork from an Edwardian, end-of-pier, waxwork museum, whereas the other features a male model, dressed as a bad waxwork from an Edwardian, end-of-pier, waxwork … Continue reading
Full Moon – Live!
After some severe prodding, poking and jabbing from my partner, who goes weak at the knees when I pick up my axe. Or should I say, when I strum my strings, … Continue reading
Mick Pini plays Hey Joe! like it was meant to be played
Early last year I wrote a piece titled Old Bones Put Leicester on the World Map (for the whole article click onto the title) where I mentioned as many bands and … Continue reading
An American Husband – An American Trilogy 3
“Our Betty should never’ve wed ‘im in fust place,” announced Betty Touchette’s mother. “Any normal gal wi’ nowt fer brains but old tripe woulda knew it were doomed fore they … Continue reading
An American Abroad – An American Trilogy 2
Out of all the places there was to go, I never did figure out why Betty wanted haul our asses back to Leicester. In my book it stank. Just the … Continue reading
An American Trilogy – The New Teacher
Like a pile of autumn leaves scattered by a sudden gust, the realisation reached every corner of the playground in a trice. The moment he stepped through the gates of … Continue reading