The shit I post on Facebook . . . musical edition (Day 2)

Day 2 of my task, to choose 10 albums that greatly influenced my taste in music. One album per day for ten consecutive days. No explanations, no reviews, just album covers. Every day I will ask someone else to do the same... today I nominate RW Thank you for nominating me MR . . . 

"No explanations, no reviews, just album covers . .  ."

Total bullshit, of course. What hides behind what is possibly the crappiest album cover in the history of music is an absolutely wonderful compilation, and if you don't fall in love with The Byrds after listening to it, someone supply me with your name and address and I will forward on your death certificate. (Poor taste in times like these? Of course.)

Bought it on cassette in Hemel back in 88 or 89, and I played it to death when I first went to University. So many great tracks on there that I refuse to single any of them out. Being an old geezer, I can't remember if I bought this or Johnny Rogan's book on The Byrds, 'Timeless Flight' (bought in a bookshop on my one trip to Aylesbury) first. It must have been this compilation.

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The shit I post on Facebook . . . musical edition (Day 1)

Day 1 of my task, to choose 10 albums that greatly influenced my taste in music. One album per day for ten consecutive days. No explanations, no reviews, just album covers. Every day I will ask someone else to do the same... today I nominate JC Thank you for nominating me MR . . . 

"No explanations, no reviews, just album covers . .  ."

What total bullshit. Of course, I can't stop myself from explaining, ranting and reviewing in the comments:

• "Of course they will all be from when I was 12 or 13. Such a fucking cliche."
• " I was a bit young for this when it first came out, and I only found it after buying Luxury Gap. I'm sure I bought both cassettes within days of each other in '83. (Got the badges as well, of course. ;-) ) I love Luxury Gap as well, but this was the album of theirs that I played again and again and again. Listened to it again just a couple of days ago, and there's only one track that stops it from being an absolutely perfect album."
• "Just noticed I'm being a total hypocrite in the comments section by going into extensive detail about why I love the album listed. Total wanker. Oh, well." (Some self-awareness, thank christ.)

I'm caught in a time loop, people . . .

Tried to explain the wonders of childhood Toast Toppers to the family in lockdown, and they just weren't buying it. It appears my descriptive powers are not as shit hot as I first thought. It didn't help that I also fell on my arse trying to describe a top cooker grill to them . . . 'You mean, it's like a broiler?' No, it's not a bastard broiler.

In exasperation, I dove into the internet, hoping to find a half decent pic of Toast Toppers in all its  last century glory but all I found was a thread from 2013 on Urban75 where people were shitting all over Toast Toppers. And, yep, I was in the middle of said thread, trying to defend the wonders of Toast Toppers. I'm living in a fucking time loop, people. No wonder I'm coping better than most with this lockdown repetition b/s.

Some of the better quotes from that 2013 thread. (I've removed the user-names, to ensure that the guilty are protected despite their snacking sins.):

• "It's a shame each variety looks like puke on toast.”
• “they look like a tramps vomit and taste like hells own armpit.”
• “Truly vile shit in a tin - even back in the day when they were the pinnacle of modernity."

And this particular contribution won the internet that day:

• "This is probably the most incisive class analysis thread on Urban. Love = working class Hate = middle class No fucking idea what you're talking about = ruling class."

"Try asking in Gaelic."

114/50

"I'd sooner be in Ardrossan"

113/50

"Dolls . . . who needs them?"

112/50

"I was quite enjoying that . . . "

111/50

Zombieland (2009)

"And now I have to get one from America. And it can't be an e-mail attachment."

110/50

"Now, Jeff, just by asking that you have insulted the integrity of this entire institution. Oi, waster. Not a bathroom, not, not a bathroom."

109/50

"F, F-minus."

108/50

"Oh, Jeff You’re Goldbluming."

107/50

"Now do you want to talk about clothes like a girl, or use tapered sticks to hit balls over a cushioned table like a man?"

106/50

Marius and Jeannette (1997)

A Modest Proposal . . .

Funny.

“Listen up fives, a ten is speaking.”

105/50

"I'm out of quavers . . ."

"Factories provide three things this country desperately needs: jobs, pride, and material for Bruce Springsteen songs."

104/50

"There was a cyclone in Brooklyn last year. It destroyed two vintage T-shirt shops and a banjo."

103/50

Just the one? Amateur . . .

"'I have to talk to Rachel Maddow. Only one of us can have this haircut'."

102/50

The blogger's log

Shit, I cannot unsee this now. Fuck you Coronavirus!!!

Room (for) 101?

Don't mind me, I'll be back to nicking lines off shows I'm bingeing, once I've hit a few more 180s:

101/50

Two Minutes To Midnight . . .

April 9th is the 100th day of 2020.

At 11.58pm on the 9th, I hit my 100th 180 of 2020. (Only hit 17 in 2019.)

On this momentous occasion, I'd like to thank my new darts, reruns of Porridge, The Detectorists and Peep Show that played in the background whilst I hit many of those 180s and . . . [consults notes] of course, my family.

100/50

"A Sare Yin"

"Jez: (Aww, we do love each other, really...) Mark: (...I simply must get rid of him.)"

Catching up again (part 51)

99/50

Finally caught up. Thank fucking christ. Just don't ask me about the 'Rounds' update  . . . I'll burst into tears.

"Oh what? So... Mr... Ocean Colour Pants doesn't get it? Well, quelle fucking surprise."

Catching up again (part 50)

98/50

"Hair are your aerials . . ."

I'm 10 days away from having Jeremy Corbyn's 1973 hairstyle.

Pray for me.

"Uncle Bobby, what do I sing now?"

Torturous I know, but I have to make use of my encyclopedic knowledge of Dallas somehow:

Attack the Block (2011)

Fucking shameless . . .

Had to turn it into a meme. I couldn't help myself:

Feeling Groovy . . .

A new Labour Leader brings forth a new batch - or at least a reworking - of political memes, and in my self-imposed isolation (Coronavirus? What's that?), I welcome it:

(Black) Hat tip to the Anarchist Federation's twitter account.

Original meme here.

'We are all Keireerists now.'

The Labour Party: bending the fucking knee since 1906:

When those Pabloites commit themselves to deep entryism, they don't piss about. They go all in.

#OldMan

Shit, I can name every player but I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)