I’m a bit behind with this one and I had intended to say something earlier but when the time came I just could not be bothered, but now after some thought on the subject I think the time for righteous indignation is now.
Mr Michael Eavis, 72-year-old dairy farmer and grandpapy of Glastonbury has said he thinks the festival has become too middle aged and too middle class.
Let us start with the second bit first, middle class has always been Glastonbury and Glastonbury has always been middle class. Who else could take the time off work and travel halfway across the country to sit in a field stoned for three days in 1970 (apart from my mother in-law(how weird’s that )), and who else can afford the exorbitant ticket price that is now demanded by the vendors of free love and enlightenment.
Now lets move on to middle aged, does this mean there is an upper age limit to liking live music, if and when you reach a certain age do you have to start listening to Danny O’Donnell or cliff Richard? Does the guy not realize that Keith Richards is now well past one hundred and ten years old, that even the Sex Pistols will soon be reaching pensionable age (sorry Johnny, a little inaccurate but I am trying to make a point). What is the certain age? Where can I go when I reach it? How much will it cost? A lady I worked with had come back from a holiday, I asked her if she had enjoyed it she replied “it was fantastic but one thing worries me, mike(her husband) and I are nearing retirement and the only thing on offer for us is tea dances, we grew up on the Stones and Beatles we don’t want to go to fucking tea dances”.
Fair enough

Harry Potter and the healthy salads

I didn’t want to jump on the bandwagon and rush out and buy myself a copy of the new Harry Potter book, and as my daughter had already ordered her copy months ago with her birthday money it seemed a waist, but I cannot go through what happened with the last book. About fifty pages from the end of the book my son says to me “do you want to know who dies?” , I replied “no, and if you tell me you are grounded for ever” my daughter then says “you don’t know what happens” “yes I do Dumbledore dies”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaargh”
So this time I will not wait, I have agreed with my daughter that I will only read it when she has gone to sleep, she did not stop reading and go to bed until 12.30. its now 03.20 and I think its time I stopped, if any of you finish it before me and ruin the ending I will find out where you live and burn your house down.
Good night.

eating my words

I have decided to revisit some of the albums that I dismissed earlier in this blog. I think it has taken time for me to re acclimatize to some of the music. With more and more late eighties and early nineties music finding itself in my CD rotation this seems a logical step, there must be a reason I liked it first time round.

I have so many new albums over the last two months I do not have time to listen to them all. The best buy was probably The Almighty’s Just Add Life, which looks like a Brit pop album and sounds like punk, but for 75p who can complain. I bought another two from Amazon, one from the US that arrived in two weeks and another from the UK that took five, one had to cross the Atlantic and the other just a hundred miles or so, that does not seem right in my opinion.
At the moment I am listening to Ozzy's new album Black Rain which is quite enjoyable, I’m always a bit wary of Ozzy as I find him a bit hit and miss but this is quite satisfactory.

Finally got round to replacing all the Iron Maiden stuff I have on vinyl with CDs so anything I get from now on will be effectively a new purchase and I like the idea of the whole collection making up a picture of Eddie, small things eh?

On the subject of Iron Maiden a friend of mine managed to blag a couple of free tickets to the Brixton academy gig last month, jammy tosser. He doesn't even like Maiden as far as I know.