Planet Sound Teletext Is Gone!
Have a Happy New Year Everyone.
The last couple of weeks saw the demise of Planet Sound, the Channel 4 Teletext music magazine. I've been reading it for more years than I can actually remember and I can tell you it is going to be a sad miss not being able to read it anymore.
I actually got a contribution on screen (only my second ever sent!) just a day before Michael Jackson died - it would have never got on after that! Teletext as a whole will probably be obsolete soon. Shame, I really liked it! :-(
..and Jesus - I was within an inch of kicking the TV through the wall when Fernando fuckin' Torres scored in the third minute of injury time. There was no way we deserved to lose that - I just hope that after the Arsenal thrashing we're not going to go into freefall like last season!
See you in 2010.
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Thursday 31 December 2009
Monday 21 December 2009
R.A.T.M Xmas No.1
Rage Against The Machine Is Christmas No.1 2009
As Hatemanu will know and laugh at, I'm about the last human alive who is NOT on Facebook. I don't have any great desire to be either despite being asked several times.
It does have it's plus side though and this is one.
I have no idea why "Killing In The Name" or indeed Rage Against The Machine was picked but a mighty well done to whoever started the Facebook campaign. I've liked this track for as long as it's been released (91 or 92 I think) and can't believe it's a UK Christmas Number 1!!
I have long since lost total interest in the charts due to the domination of utter bollocks from The X-Factor. Drivel of the lowest level made for children and grandparents alike. Mass market ballad sickness. If I was ever captured behind enemy lines, torturing me would be easy - just a couple of Simon Cowell puppet-ballads and I'd be done for.
This is the unedited version of the 5-Live link up.....
What Shelagh said!!
Poor old Shelagh Fogarty - "Quick get rid of it" and then "just buy the other record".
..I think the UK just said "Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me" to her and Simon Cowell. Happy Christmas.
As Hatemanu will know and laugh at, I'm about the last human alive who is NOT on Facebook. I don't have any great desire to be either despite being asked several times.
It does have it's plus side though and this is one.
I have no idea why "Killing In The Name" or indeed Rage Against The Machine was picked but a mighty well done to whoever started the Facebook campaign. I've liked this track for as long as it's been released (91 or 92 I think) and can't believe it's a UK Christmas Number 1!!
I have long since lost total interest in the charts due to the domination of utter bollocks from The X-Factor. Drivel of the lowest level made for children and grandparents alike. Mass market ballad sickness. If I was ever captured behind enemy lines, torturing me would be easy - just a couple of Simon Cowell puppet-ballads and I'd be done for.
This is the unedited version of the 5-Live link up.....
What Shelagh said!!
Poor old Shelagh Fogarty - "Quick get rid of it" and then "just buy the other record".
..I think the UK just said "Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me" to her and Simon Cowell. Happy Christmas.
Sunday 13 December 2009
Villa Win At Old Trafford
Manchester United 0 Aston Villa 1
I was there as a kid in 1983 and I was there yesterday as Villa won league games at Old Trafford with a small yearly gap in between! From Peter Withe to Gabby Agbonlahor - it's been a bit of a wait!
During the final twenty minutes yesterday I felt I couldn't take anymore of the tension as I bit nails and did various other things associated with being seriously fucking nervous.
Our boys were great first half and more than deserved to be ahead through Gabby's headed goal. Once Wayne Rooney had been booked for cheating and then hit the bar I started to feel it was possibly going to be our day - the trouble is you can never believe that at Old Trafford until the final whistle goes.
The second half was a battle. I missed the first 6 minutes after catching up with my old mate Taggy on the concourse, then we just got behind the boys and made the sort of noise that must have embarrassed the silent 73,000 "home" fans.
Through some absolutely heroic defending we got 3 points and the away section was as delerious as it could ever be after a 1-0 win! People fell over seats, strangers kissed and hugged each other - it was pretty special. All the boys worked so hard but I thought Richard Dunne and Carlos Cuellar were rocks. I wonder if Man City think they got a good deal letting Dunny go and bringing in Lescott? I know who I'd rather have thanks!
The whole day was superb - we had a near four hour stop in Knutsford and also on the way back for some alcohol induced fun. It had been an early start at 9am and we wouldn't get back until 1.25am - but fucking hell it was well worth it! I've had to wait till now to update as my head was sore as hell this morning.
We even mentioned that it would be an idea to stop over the night at Knutsford though that was probably/definitely the drink talking by then...
To be able to give the daytrippers so much grief at the end of the game was fantastic - we took ages getting away from Old Trafford and we milked it for everything it was worth. We've suffered a lot of grief there over the years and yesterday was our time for payback.
Coaches from Ireland and all over the UK drew the curtains as the Stourbridge bus literally rocked it's way from the "Theatre Of Our Dreams". Fucking hell-hole.
.....Oh - we forgot to do the stadium tour. Damn!
Extras
I was there as a kid in 1983 and I was there yesterday as Villa won league games at Old Trafford with a small yearly gap in between! From Peter Withe to Gabby Agbonlahor - it's been a bit of a wait!
During the final twenty minutes yesterday I felt I couldn't take anymore of the tension as I bit nails and did various other things associated with being seriously fucking nervous.
Our boys were great first half and more than deserved to be ahead through Gabby's headed goal. Once Wayne Rooney had been booked for cheating and then hit the bar I started to feel it was possibly going to be our day - the trouble is you can never believe that at Old Trafford until the final whistle goes.
The second half was a battle. I missed the first 6 minutes after catching up with my old mate Taggy on the concourse, then we just got behind the boys and made the sort of noise that must have embarrassed the silent 73,000 "home" fans.
Through some absolutely heroic defending we got 3 points and the away section was as delerious as it could ever be after a 1-0 win! People fell over seats, strangers kissed and hugged each other - it was pretty special. All the boys worked so hard but I thought Richard Dunne and Carlos Cuellar were rocks. I wonder if Man City think they got a good deal letting Dunny go and bringing in Lescott? I know who I'd rather have thanks!
The whole day was superb - we had a near four hour stop in Knutsford and also on the way back for some alcohol induced fun. It had been an early start at 9am and we wouldn't get back until 1.25am - but fucking hell it was well worth it! I've had to wait till now to update as my head was sore as hell this morning.
We even mentioned that it would be an idea to stop over the night at Knutsford though that was probably/definitely the drink talking by then...
To be able to give the daytrippers so much grief at the end of the game was fantastic - we took ages getting away from Old Trafford and we milked it for everything it was worth. We've suffered a lot of grief there over the years and yesterday was our time for payback.
Coaches from Ireland and all over the UK drew the curtains as the Stourbridge bus literally rocked it's way from the "Theatre Of Our Dreams". Fucking hell-hole.
.....Oh - we forgot to do the stadium tour. Damn!
Extras
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