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sure i don't know what you mean... there was a small piece about bruno brookes in the NOTW today, where he reckoned that his heart surgery was a 'wake-up call' - did he get that before or after they gave him the anaesthetic? noticeably he didn't say it had put him off the booze and fags.

swales the transvestite - a rumour i heard many times back in the eighties as i had a mate who lived in northwich and was a maine road regular. funnily enough, big mal went on about it quite a bit on tv, in a documentary about his life and career about a decade and a half ago. it's all rumour, of course, but seems just a little TOO prevalent to be dismissed. it might all be lies, but c'mon - he was a chairman! any fan wants rumours like that to be true! although i will say one thing - at least he didn't cross-finance his club with his care homes... (or is that one just a rumour, too?) wonder if swales wore a wig, or just relied on his comb-over?

so we're supposed to assume that you weren't that way ALREADY??!! medicine head and tea&symphony must have been a cheap double bill to send off on tour! was peter hope-evans the andrew ridgely of prog? i mean, what did he DO in medicine head? put the third ear band on the bill and you could still fit them all into a fiat punto.

there's a story i've seen several times, which i believe originated in a book by someone who had worked for the US food & drugs people (apologies for not knowing the dept's correct title), about macdonalds paper drives in south america. these were community recycling programmes. seems like a nice piece of giving it back... except that the gathered papers were then pulped and used in the burger mix. does this make them half-veggie burgers? would they be healthier than the usual fat and gristle? btw - anyone who knows the book this story originally comes from, can they post the title as i'd love to get hold of it.

as a matter of interest, does anyone (besides bhb, obviously) have deadly doug tipped for demise? he should have been down and out a long while back. or is there something about becoming a chairman that gives you longevity? a lot of 'em seem to actually draw sustenance from the hate - i'm thinking the legendary bob lord of burnley and that well-know transvestite peter swales. in which case, we're f**ked at the o's - hearne will be there forever. btw, i've been trying to find a reliable update on malcom allison - last i knew, living in sheltered housing, not got the best of health records (for gods sakes, his playing career was ended by tb!). he's lived through a lot, but it must have an effect as he gets to his eighties. can't find too much - any clues?

fluff battered to death by bert weedon's axe? careful with that axe, bert. not 'arf.

fair point. iain does seem to have a habit of putting it in the wrong place, but at last it is always death related. if only some of us could say the same (cough). but he's going nowhere. i've only been here four months and he's already had more comebcks than sinatra!

ah, i don't know everything - thank god, in this case. i have no idea, and i didn't want to find out at the time. maybe someone out there can tell us. atj perhaps - todd rundgren! he's todd rundgren!

going through one of his fit phases. that sounds like one hell of an anxiety attack, but then he's prone to those. as i recall, jim steinman's bad for good album was supposed to be a meatloaf album but he was getting so wound up that his throat just refused to work. he couldn't sing for some time (insert joke here) and one therapy he tried involved being injected with his own urine! when bat out of hell came out, i remember reviews and interviews where he had to have an oxygen tank at the side of the stage which he huffed on regularly. he was bigger then than he had been a few years before when he was in the rocky horror movie. he's a yo-yo dieter, has a history of severe anxiety attacks, had that heart op, and although he's a vegetarian there have been some odd abuses over the years (mainlining your own piss being odd in my book!). i think the yo-yo and the stress may make him susceptible to a sudden heart attack, but i'd welcome some medical opinion. i find it very hard to quantify his risk, but there are some factors that would worry the hell out of me if i was him (er, bad choice of words, i know) ooh, you cynic, mary! he's an anxious bunny, not a genuine rock'n'roll nutjob - but that doesn't lessen any risk, surely!

all conversation is killing time in the waiting room, after all. this bennett cerf person is a prize one wind-up merchant and has a severe case of pot/kettle syndrome judging by today's little display. everything on this thread comes back to dickie. he's actually becoming the pefect cult (spelt correctly) via this forum: he doesn't work anymore, most of it is rarely seen (even MATH and robin's nest are on satellite not terrestrial - do freeview get paramount?), and so he becomes someone who exists only in the imagined, rather than in the real. perhaps this is why the thread is so long: the politicians & popes are very real and have a direct effect on a large proportion of the world. but the imagined exists only within the virtual space we grant it, part of which is an attempt to escape the concrete. now i have to lie down in a darkened room.

that'll be ming the merciful, then.

Second Hand - now you're talking! their foray as chillum is also excellent, and the seventh wave albums are good, if not in the same class. but if you've heard of second hand, then you probably know this. funny you mention vinegar joe, as i was trying to explain to someone the other day that i fancied elkie brooks, but only when she was in vj... they didn't get it. vdgg's new album is supposed to be as good as godbluff days (haven' caught it yet) and a fellow fan who caught the tour was raving for days. god, these are the sort of people i know... don't know if you'd heard, but sadly greg ridley from spooky tooth died last year/ earlier this year (need to check that, certainly last 12 months). ok, so maybe atj isn't pagey, but i still reckon he's a rock god in disguise. alvin lee, perhaps? and isn't it mildly amusing that black widows drummer joined showaddywaddy? it's all vaudeville... (there's also an urban legend that he was the dad of footy man dion dublin, but that belongs on another thread) and finally - edgar broughton's still on the road, pooka!

oi, starcrossed! sorry it's taken me a while to get round to , but that celeb death match between brucie and dickie is unbeatable. evenly matched, looky-likeys, it's got the lot. respec', as they say.

damn - that's not bad typing, is it? it's welsh!

that's the difference, isn't it. this is a 'i didn't need to post but i did' thread, whereas the fight thread is this PLUS whatever you F*****g want to say you bunch of F*****g toss-pot c**ts who couldn't wank your way out of a paper bag - a paper bag full of sh*t, you arseholes. etc.

i remember seeing dexys on wogan and having a jaw-hit-floor moment when i realised the hippy in the background was vince crane. i avoided the obvious gag until i'd shifted the dexy's albums to the back of the record rack. gentle giant - good taste, sir. underrated, and far better than being lumped in with most prog would suggest. btw, i was very pissed last night and became a party bore with that post. it shan't happen again... i hope.

ooh, sarcasm! mind, the fact that there are people out there so concerned about dickie only confirms the absolute necessity for this thread... sh*t, it's hard to convey subtle nuance in a post, so take my word for it that was an attempt at wry irony. come to that, try saying it. the kind of wryness that dickie could do in his better moments. see? on topic. thinking about it, he is VERY quiet, seeing as lots of brinsworth residents still get wheeled out for a turn. what if it's not him in there? he seemed to crave anonymity so much that it may be a doppleganger planted to allow him to go about his business in peace. just a thought.

just reminded me of something i saw in a book once (think it was either a python book, o maybe the goodies) - a mock ad: Up The Rangers: A History Of Rangers Football Club Right Up The Rangers: A History Of Celtic Football Club insert your own clubs in the appropriate place.... incidentally, keith alexander has now left lincoln, so the post is open for o'bleary. send him a few threatening letters, bhb, you're no' bad at insults.

shouldn't that be 'pole'?

my dear sir, the rev ts has always been a blueser - back in the early days of the hogs they backed john lee hooker, and he was enamoured of their ability (well, ts') to keep up with his erratic bar count that he always insisted they back him wherever possible when he came to england thoughout the 60's - i think they back him on the live album reissued by charly in several packages over the years (one of their giorgio gomelsky live cache of tapes). vene their name is take from a john lee song (see side 2, split). the thing i love about ts is that is wwas no great technician, but listen to how MANY overdubs he ladles on a typical hogs tune, and how live hogs stuff (see bbc transcriptions from the seventies, or nineties live albums) resembles nothing so much as sonic youth! a man for the sonic blare, ourt ts... in my experience of hunting down 70's progressive musos for an unpublished book in the nineties, it has to be said that loads of them ended up either workin for record companies or as car mechanics (the former include derek shulman of gentle giant who ended up siging bonjovi and being head of phongram in the us, and his brother ray who produced the sugarcubes, also paul conroy of gracious! who worked at stiff and phonogram; the latter include mick hawksworht of fuzzy duck and andromeda). the saddest case was the 'classic' atomic rooster line up who recorded the 'death walks behind you' album: vince crane ended up in dexys midnight runners and then killed himself (not, i hasten to add, related). paul hammond died of complications frm alchoholism in the early nineties, and john ducann had a bit of nervous trouble (....) and retired to east anglia to run a nursery, where (as far as i know) he still lives. happier news for pete french, who joined the next year - he's recently revived his leafhound band (their 1971 decca lp is worth £900 if you have a copy) and has been deservedly getting rave reviews. i interviewed him once, and he's a nice bloke. a good rock vocalist, too. of course, loads of old rockers are taking the pete french route these days, as the internet gives them access to a market that is still there. hell, why not... sorry to burble on, but it does feature deaths, and i'm pissed.

welsh film industry, british film industry - they're all about taking the money from outside and providing facilities these days, with maybe the odd token 'home' product. a fair point, but to me the welsh are just a microcosm of the english (ooh, bet i'll regret that). martin ace is alive and very well - new man album on the way, god help us, with the inevitable tour. he looks very chipper and is probably made of the same stuff as keef, lemmy, and not pete doherty.

i'll start you off - charlie harper is a fat old git whose band is completely useless. oh hang on - that's their appeal...

ooh, quite a lot to deal with here... firstly, i was looking at that rezillos site earlier, atj, and i do hear (from a mate whose judgement on these matters is to be trusted) that they're rather good still, so definitely recommended as a night out. i don't think the guy in the pork dukes was angel patterson, though - not unless he's had plastic surgery. if you google the rezillos (as you obviously did) there's some stuff by earlier members who didn't get to record with them. i think he's in there, but i didn't catch the buggers name between snorts (him, not me). pooka - despite my suspicion that sensible needs his head looking at for doing split, it is a damn fine album, although my fave 'hogs is hogwash. it's a crying shame the rev ts mcphee has given up electric gigs because of the hearing. i have massive respect for him as he had a stroke at the turn of the nineties, and as i undertsand it basically had to relearn to play guitar from scratch. he was out on the road in about 18 months. diamond geezer. however, you've got to reckon that a hard-living blueser who's 62 this year and has already had a stroke is skating on the clear ice. incidentally, i agree with you - progressive is about bands who tried to be unique at the time, whereas prog is really a generic term for that yes/elp/genesis brand of art rock. but that's another matter. masturbating fish. no big mystery - he talked about it at great length when he played the 12 bar club a while back. apparently you have to do this to get the little buggers to spawn in ponds, and it involves someting that sounded awfully like trout tickling on a smaller scale. unfortunately for the world i have made some commercially available recordings, though none had anything to do with punk, and their sales were mercifully small. but never mind me, i've long harboured the suspicion that atj is jimmy page.

there actually was a welsh film industry for a while, towards the end of the nineties - remember twin town, for a start? it kept martin ace in beer money playing mad bloke bit parts between the umpteenth man reunion tour. if you don't believe me, read james hawes' white powder green light, which is based on his experiences turning the not bad novel rancid aluminium into the film called 'the worst british film of all time' by some. i wouldn't know - when it was on tv last i tried to watch it and the two women i was watching with talked the whole way through (which may, come to think of it, be all the critique we need).

well done whoever brought this one up... i know bugger all about buster's state of health, but i can fill in a few details on some others mentioned. capt sensible is healthy physically, but a man who insists on playing all five parts (and 20-odd minutes) of the groundhogs 'split' for a soundcheck might be worth a look from a psychiatrist. charlie harper had a heart attack about ten years ago, still has a huge gut, and sometimes lets the subs play a quick instrumental so he can have a breather. but he seems in better nick than he was a few years back, actually, and the only thing that'll finish him off early is that psychotic japanese bird he's got. tv smith is incredibly well and will probably outlive the lot of us. he's still with gaye (sigh) who is lovelier than ever, and instead of drugs he has tropical fish (which he's an expert at masturbating, apparently). still only got one tune for all those lyrics, but if you like it... which one out of the rezillos were you referring to? the original drummer also played with the pork dukes a few years back (imagine a fat capt sensible, uncle fester, the son of one of them, and a scottish bloke. lovely). he seemed to like the nose candy, so i'd hedge me bets. the others? anyone know? peter testtube baby probably has a liver like max splodge... no, no-one does. i wish he would go because he's a C**t, but that's another matter. i did hear a nasty rumour recently that mark perry of alternative tv has got lukeimia, which i hope is not true as he's just become a dad again. i've got a mate, etc, so i'll try and find out. i appear to have shifted this into an old punk rockers thread. sorry! don't have a go at me! you're all so scary...