Here we go then, the first round of deciding if The Smiths are better than Boney M. Let me say here that The Kaiser decided the criteria for each round, and it’s no surprise he left out quality of lyrics, musical craftsmanship and live performances, but what do you expect? Now he’s going to try…

When I got in this morning, after a day away I waded though the usual emails, stopping what I was doing to read new ones pinging in my inbox, getting nowhere. What a pain. It’s nothing new to comment on how emails make life more stressful, but it wasn’t intended to be like that. This…

I have no proof, but I’m sure people in the UK are getting a little sick of ‘helpful’ signs all over the place that are constantly telling them what to do: Now wash your hands Think, don’t phone while driving Mind the gap You get the picture.

I’m waiting for some news right now, which will probably be bad. It’s true that it’s taking a fair while  – but the more I think about it, the longer it seems to take. Which is why I’m making myself crazy busy. And you know what? That saying  – "A watched pot never boils" and…

In case you were wondering what all the cryptic ‘get Marcus’ stuff was about, here’s the explanation. Marcus said The Smiths were rubbish. Now I happen to love the Smiths and told him so, wondering if Marcus had lost his musical taste in the land that loves Hasslehof. Marcus got all shirty, claiming that Boney…

I’m going to need all the dark energy I can muster this week. The precocious David Mortimer is doing a week’s work experience with me. Exactly how I’m going to avoid him showing me up I don’t know. With any luck, I can mine hime for ideas and pass them off as my own when…

While we were in London to see Prince, we had a look at Canary Wharf, since it was a stone’s throw from Greenwich. I used to work there and wanted to show Julie what it was like, even though it’s changed a bit since I was there ten years ago. It’s funny how going back…

Things will be dark around here for a little while. This mostly to do with something I dearly wanted to happen looking like it won’t. I don’t know for sure that it’s the case, but if it is, I have reason to believe it’s to do with me trying to tell people what they wanted…

Thanks to the wonders of Typepad allowing you time when posts are published, by the time you read this I will be on a train bound for London. I’m off to see Prince this weekend. This little man is the Marmite of music, you love him and hate him. I happen to think Prince is…