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Song on YouTube from 1969: “Who’s here in 2024?” Song on YouTube from 1987 used in crap 2024 Netflix sci-fi/fantasy series: ” ‘The Waddling Armenian Spoonbill’ brought me here”. Fuck off, cunts.

I think we’re talking at cross purposes here. I’m sure at least 57 more people have listened to the Angry Admirals than ‘Arry and the Army’. Thinking about it, can you please put my obituary in the Deathlist Co-founders thread. Ta.

About the same number that ever listened to the records, I expect.

Obscure to the point of invisibility as I am, at least I know that ObakeFilter will obit me with a minuscule FB report. Preferably in Songwriters, but here will do.

Ab$urd, ridiculou$, dangerou$.

Talking’ bout d-d-decomposition. The early Who singles were meaty, beaty, big and properly bouncy, thanks to Shel. It says on his page that he has lots of unreleased mid 60s Bowie stuff from his mod phase, I wonder if they’ll ever see the light of day. The Lower Third single on Nuggets is pretty ok.

I was all set to donate one..million..dollars, but then I saw Bono (and Sting) so instead I gave 0p. I was extremely petty in those days.

He was given about 10 lines (not that sort!) - alas, ‘twere no Lear.

He’s on today’s penultimate episode of Doctors, assuming they don’t cancel it.

Now you’ve got a shiny trophy to go with your seven facepalms. Wouldn’t ‘(up) Shit Creek’ be a better subtitle?

The interesting docu-series on BBC pretty much clears it up, though the doppelgänger is a convincing and colourful one. The series is more about Neil Berriman’s pathological obsession with finding old Lucky, who seems as dead as ever by its end. They might continue Lucan, but they probably ain’t findin’.

They’re really pushing the boat out; 6 of the best.

Or Huckled to death.

I must have missed that memo. Whatever you think about the veracity or otherwise of BBC articles about this or any other news stories, the corporation has its agendas like any media outlet. That pompous self-congratulatory ident/trailer with Clive Myrie about how trustworthy the glorious BBC journos are makes me arch at least one eyebrow. All we’ll/everyone’ll ever really know about Letby’s guilt or innocence is that we’ll never really know. Sorry if that sounds like a bargain-bin Confucianism.

Let’s have a little Jack Jones, a superior lounger to Andy Williams imo, and infinitely preferable to his bellowing namesake Tom. I bet Hal had fun writing those lyrics. The essence of Mad Men.