Un-fucking-mistakable.

Good God man, grow it back. There are children present. You seriously going to listen to what a bunch of wimmin say ! Do it . . . . . . . This afternoon.

Cheers Geezer. Just a pity it's not crystal clear. Blame 'she who must be obeyed'. For 'twas herself took it.

Would do but unfortunately it's not very well focused. This is about as big as it gets and still looks ok. I've got loads, taken on the same day at the Angel. Lots of close ups and stuff with my girl climbing all over the feet. But I'm not posting her on here. Thanks for the comp, glad you liked it.

Love Is a Rose : Neil Young.

Down At Bart's Place : The Sensational Alex Harvey.

Glad To See You Go : Ramones.

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean : Blind Lemon Jefferson.

The Grave And The Constant : Fun Lovin' Criminals.

A Man Of Constant Sorrow : The Soggy Bottom Boys et al.

Garbage Man : Muddy Waters.

Me & the Angel of the North . . . at . . . The Angel of the North.

In my hour of darkness : Gram Parsons.

Moanin' at Midnight : Howlin' Wolf.

Boyfriend Blues : Big Boy Crudup.

Friend of the Devil : Dead. D . . evil. Eh ?

Just a Feeling - Little Walter. A hoi hoi Gio. Turkey . . . . . Christmas . . . . . . . gettit ? Nothing if not topical. And no Whisky yet. Not 'till evening. Good man for spelling Whisky correctly. Although it should always start with a Capital letter. Out of respect for the 'water of life'. You understand.

Turkey Leg Woman - Dr Ross.

Lonesome Highway Blues - Lazy Lester.

Mr Love Pants : Iain Dury. Dammit. The board used to inform you if someone else had posted while you were typing madly.

Bad luck bound to change - Champion Jack Dupree.

Watching my daughter open her birthday presents. And trading a few words with me old mucker Joel.

Alabama 3 Carling Academy. Glasgow. Tour for the M.O.R album. 8/10

Unsurprisingly. I do most of my reading on the train to & from work. So I read a lot. This book (above) I'm just about to start. I just finished a Richard Layman book. Some old shite about black rain turning punters psychopathic. It was a load of wank, but I was desperately scurrying around the house on Tuesday morning trying to find something (anything) to read on the train. If I don't have a book to read, I have to listen to the drivel from the other passengers. ie. iwaslike no way hewaslike way iwaslike are you ready hewaslike in a minute iwaslike hurry up hewaslike where's my keys iwaslike dunno hewaslike there thur iwaslike you're a fud hewaslike no am no etc etc etc.

I tuned into Radio Foyle at 10.30 this morning, and the first song I heard was 'Dan Tucker'. Bruce Springsteen from the Seger Sessions. It's a song we murder in the band. So it was nice to hear it done right.