One of the key aspects of being divorced is that when it happens to someone you know, you have to expect them to come to you for advice, it comes with the territory as it is natural for an individual to seek solace from someone who has been through it and arrived out of the other side.
I don’t actually mind to be honest, it is all a distant memory for me now, but offering advice to someone through the early stages of this bereavement ...
As a follow up to my favourite ever song list that was compiled for my eldest son and anyone else who was interested, I thought what would be far more entertaining would be a WORST ever song list, an eclectic mix of spine tingling, vomit inducing dross that will have you all sprinting for the sick bucket or simply staving in your computer with your right boot before remorsefully handing over five hundred quid to a care in the community teenager ...
My eldest son asked me the other day something I regard as the impossible question...
"What's your favourite song of all time?"
How on earth do you answer that unless you are one of these people who thinks Adele or some cover 'artist' from X Factor is the best singer in the history of time? Sadly a lot of excellent modern bands are having careers wrecked by the Simon Cowell generation of "McDonalds Music" which is easy to consume but ...
I found an old CD the other week called something like 'The Best of the 90's' an album that believe it or not, laid claim to containing some of the best songs of the 1990's; these marketing guys must stay up all night thinking of trendy names for compilation albums. Anyway, I uploaded the CD (actually both CD's) to my iPod for a bit of Britpop nostalgia from bands such as Kula Shaker, Dodgy, Shed Seven and the Divine Comedy.
I have to say ...
I had three pints of the ironically named 'Best bitter' at the Madjeski Stadium on Saturday, an experience that left me with an obligatory dull ache in my left eye and a nauseous feeling for the rest of the evening, restricting me to a social life that included a hot bath in between slipping in and out of consciousness. The aftermath of three pints of Madjeski stadium beer always reminds of a bad reaction I once got after a typhoid injection, ...