The Much Promised Random 80s Music Post

Okey dokey…

We’ll kick off with a 1984 hit for Killing Joke. This track is on Dark Side of the 80s but came back into prominence for me when Desyn Masiello weaved it into his Balance DJ Set…

Next I am going back to a chart this week in 1982… Random as it is. Number 1 on this day was this…

I was never that much of a fan of the Jam. This came straight in at number 1 in the days when this was hardly heard of. Now it happens virtually every week. If anyone cares about charts any more. But there were some more interesting tracks.. Take the number 7 track…

I’m up the bloody tree…. terrific stuff. More from the 4 December chart in 1982…. At number 27, pulled out totally at random, is that British band who made it big in the States, and you hear them at every 20/20 or limited over game in England. Supertramp.

Enough from a random chart. Back to a song I liked now, and it is a band who released one album as far as I know…

These random posts are going to be like this – one I like at the start, one I like third from the end, a soul “classic” (in my eyes) penultimately, and one by the duo I still respect as the electronic pioneers they are still today in the pop world.

The Soul favourite comes from Will Downing. A Love Supreme.

And the Pet Shop Boys track is their first big time hit…

And you can’t get much more random than this….

Another bit of cantankery

OK, made up word, but you know what I mean.

Today it is the phrase “Season’s Greetings”.

Yes, folks, we have to apologise to all the other religions and not call it Christmas. When we send out cards to our customers we must make them as bland and non-denominational as possible. Otherwise the poor little flowers might get offended and go all tonto on us.

I mean, on 25th December this country grinds to a halt for “Season’s Greetings”.

Christmas is the name, you irks. I despise this old nonsense. We apologise enough for our traditions and beliefs without giving it all up. This is a slippery slope I tell you, which will begin when Boxing Day will be taken away as a Bank Holiday. We’ll break yet further the link between Christmas and religion, as if the orgy of consumerism we get now doesn’t do it enough, and then before we know it it’ll be gone the way of other fads. Good Friday is just like any other Bank Holiday now, with all the shops open, so it surely won’t be long before Christmas follows suit.

Season’s greetings says “I don’t want to call it Christmas”. Every company does it in their abomination of “Season’s” Cards. Who does it offend to call it Christmas? The Jewish faith – well they’ve put up with it over the years, so it can’t be them? No Asian I know has the hump over it – but I’ll bet that’s who the cretins in companies think might get the hump about it. Listen fools, if they did, someone from their nutter fringe will let you know, and how you will know.

No, stop apologising for our traditions, grow a pair and put Christmas on your cards, you right-on, neutered dopes.

Amazing Coincidence

I’m no cynic. I’m not a malevolent malcontent who thinks the worst in people. I am just a humble Dmitri, with dewey-eyed innocence and a wet-behind-the ears outlook on life. I am just an honest soul with not a care in the world.

 

I mean, I for one am really pleased that  for every day that there is a huge queue to get through my favourite East London tunnel to work, the undeterred boys in blue – actually make it plain-clothes boys in blue in unmarked boys in blue cars – don’t let the obstruction caused by hundreds of frustrated, cheesed off motorist cursing the idiot who closed the tidal flow 22 months ago stop them going about their business.

 

No, these guys and gals are so committed to their jobs that nothing gets in their way. Hardly a bad queue day goes by without one of these unmarked cars striving to keep London safe. There they go, blue light on top of a Focus or whatever, switch to on, and we all thank our stars as we try not to pile into the articulated lorry in the near lane, or send a motorcyclist careering over our bonnet as we make way for these custodians of our welfare.

 

Once I’ve got out of the way and got back into the interminable queue, I say a prayer for these saviours of our safety and thank the stars that no-one would dare try anything on with these people because they are always on the case. Crime goes up as the tunnel queue lengthens, but the fuzz ain’t going to let that happen easily. Cross-river crime and tunnel hold-ups are common, and has to be stamped out.

 

I mean, a cynic might think that they believe they are above the law and don’t feel the need to wait like every other soul who is trying to get to their office and do their job, and hoping their tea isn’t getting cold.

 

I mean, who could be that cynical? The pricks.

Muppets!

I don’t know why, but this made me chuckle. To laugh on a Monday morning is a miracle!

You Kids Haven’t A Clue…. The Clangers

On my ramble through the libertarian blogosphere I came across this spoof exam question….

Q1. Our Moon seems to disappear during an eclipse. Some people say that this is because an old lady covers the moon with her black cloak. She does this so that thieves do not steal the shiny coins from the surface. Which of these would help scientists to prove or disprove this idea?

A. Collect evidence from friends of the old lady
B. Send a probe to the moon to search for the coins
C. Look for fingerprints
D. Interview the Clangers, or study the boxset for clues.
E. F*** off I’m txting

You can stick Lazytown up your rectum!

Absolutely off its tits!