tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288252272009-12-27T11:12:33.766ZHeart failed in the back of a taxiSky Clearbrookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296943089129847043noreply@blogger.comBlogger446125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28825227.post-63746123826966364272009-12-24T21:42:00.001Z2009-12-24T21:48:07.646Z

... or "Why might the Queen have been seen using binoculars on 30 April 2009?" Not my words, ladies and gentlemen, but those of some intrepid Googlers who've landed on Avenues and Alleyways recently. Well, they certainly knock "Coleen Nolan's tits", "Lorne Spicer's tits", "Kym Marsh's tits", "Sheila Fearne naked" and - worst of all - "Anita Dobson topless" into the proverbial cocked hat!

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Yesterday, I did something which I can't go back and change; something I've since come to deeply regret... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I watched Justin Lee Collins' Head Or Tails on Five. I know, I know! It was shite and my actions are totally unforgivable. It. Just. Sort-of. Happened. I must admit that I began to warm a little to... ahem... JLC during his time on Friday/Sunday Night Project

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So, the power of Facebook and Twitter are demonstrated yet again... Like many things, they probably have as many good points as bad, so whilst Twitter may given a voice to many a discontented Iranian voter, it - along with The Book Of The Faces - is also responsible for replacing one complete bastard Christmas number one with another. To be honest though, I'm not really all that fussed one way

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Sigh. I haven't been myself of late. I don't know why, but I find I am being gripped by an ever-increasing rage at repititious, televised guff. Yes, it's fair to say that I'm always profoundly pissed off at annoying TV adverts and suchlike, but it's got so bad recently that I feel my very will to fucking live is being brutally eroded. That X Factor/Talk Talk/Brightdancing/Neon Rainbow fucking

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Tuesday 1 December 2009. It's 7.35am and it's totally, utterly freezing. But just look a this sunrise. No fancy techniques applied to this, just a 7MP Fuji Finepix pointed out the back window looking towards the Forth Valley. Pull apart my ribs and let the sun inside. Stunning.

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Brightdancing? Fucking shitedancing*, more like. I know that Alex Chilton, as a member of Big Star, has proved hugely influential on the likes of Teenage Fanclub and er... others, but I'm totally sick to the back fucking teeth of hearing him sing the same dreary lines from The Box Tops' Neon arse-ing fucking Rainbow as it relentlessly soundtracks the Talk Talk sponsor stings bookending X Factor

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Sky "Two Jags" Clearbrook I got a letter from the government the other day... well... my local GP's surgery, to be more accurate. I opened it and read it, it said I was "at risk". Yes, seemingly I am in the "at risk" group for catching swine flu. So, I made the necessary appointment and - after another early morning appointment where I spotted a fellow Dunfermline-based blogger hanging about

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Well... I really enjoyed The Waters Of Mars. Looking forward to the next episode!

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I always knew that the main bassline of Massive Attack's 1991 classic, Safe From Harm, had been borrowed from a much older track, but I never really knew which. And frankly, I never could quite get round to finding out. Well, anyway... whilst playing GTA IV recently (yeah... and???), I noticed that one of the tunes on the in-car radio stations was this kind of soul-jazz workout featuring the

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Who fancies a 32gb Samsung YP-P3 mp3 player for the bargain price of £149.99? I fucking do. Back in mid-August, my beloved Creative Zen Vision M bit the dust so I reluctantly began the search for a new player. After a bit of digging, I unearthed this wee corker on the ever-reliable Play.com. I kept an eye on it for a couple of weeks; the release date was not until the end of August, so there was

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Haha! I've been feeling quite dizzy for a few days now and have been experiencing a dull ache in my chest for most of today. I can never get an appointment at the doctors' surgery, and even when I do, they just fob me off (haha - never heard it called that before!)... But it's probably just wind, eh?

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Showaddywaddy, eh? I thought that Romeo Challenger was a great moniker and I remember always getting singer, Dave Bartram, mixed up with "Mr" Roy Get-It-Together North off of The Basil Brush Show. It's maybe just my memory playing tricks, but they never seemed to be off Top Of The Pops or Cheggars Plays Pop in the olden days. I always thought they were quite pish, but to be fair, they came

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What the fuck is going on with Blogger today?

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I never liked Showaddywaddy. They were as irrelevant in the 1970s as they were ubiquitous. In fact, they're so irrelevant, they're not even the subject of this post.Look at this photie. There they are in their heyday; striking a pose on - of all things - a witch's hat in a children's play park.We had a witch's hat in our local park. It was one of those rare pieces of play equipment on which you

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Having said all that, let's look on the bright side.It might be fucking autumn. It might be dark by about four or five o'-friggin-clock. I might be on my fucking knees after month's worth of mind bending work. But... I'm also on piggin' holiday. Come on Sky, stop your sobbing!Happy, happy. Joy, joy.

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Ho hum... feeling a bit glum. Maybe it's the time of year.The Mission were a band that I really loved around about 1987 to 1990. I finally got the chance to see them when they played live in Pittencrieff Park, Dunfermline, as part of their Highlands and Islands tour in August 1989. Yes, Dunfermline - neither highland nor island - was the destination for my favourite band and, to my delight, they

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Who here likes The Noisettes?Yeah. I do. Good pop songs, catchy choruses, a soaring string here and a grizzly guitar there. Yep... I like them. But...There's this 1970s John Savident lookalike who gets on my bus (that's my bus) at the Co-Op stop in Rosyth most mornings and he always likes to play his iPod loud. So loud, in fact, that he might as fucking well have it linked up to a set of speakers

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Some of you may remember this post from some time ago about a great band, called Sawyer, with whom I was (very briefly) involved and - more accurately - a big fan of.In the original post, I made mention of the fact that I may embed some Sawyer mp3s if I got permission. Well, my good pal - and former Sawyer vocalist - JM gave that permission almost immediately, but for some reason, I never really

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Love lost. Fire at will. Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill.Now that my super duper, souped-up PC can play Grand Theft Auto IV, I've spent the past few days immersing myself in its incredible online multiplayer modes.As I've mentioned previously, although I quite like Max Payne series, the GTA franchise is my one and only proper concession to PC gaming and GTA IV really is something else. There

Sky Clearbrookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296943089129847043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28825227.post-88490278027226051102009-09-19T23:20:00.002+01:002009-09-20T01:15:01.841+01:00

There's a crow up there that keeps going, "Fuck!"Love 'em or hate 'em, you've just got to admire crows' balls, haven't you?Not literally, of course; I mean, their spirit - not their 'nads (if they have any, that is). Even by avian standards, they're not exactly blessed with looks, or even charm, but for fuck's sake you've just got to take your hat off to their balls-out, couldn't-give-a-shite

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Oh... Stanley, Wiggs and Cracknell... why do you continue to do this to your most loyal of fans?Another re-release of your brilliant debut album, Foxbase Alpha, only this time remixed/"re-produced" by Richard X. We're sure it'll be great and everything, but you just know that - after all your endless compilations and deluxe reissues in recent times - the only folks who will be buying Foxbase Beta

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Very unusual indeed for me. A day off sick. The culmination of days' worth of increasingly feverish build-up.As ever, I won't bore you with the symptoms (as most bloggers are want), but I do feel ever so inexplicably out of sorts......bed at 1530 yesterday afternoon... dreamt I got an arse tattoo... woke up at 1810 not knowing where I was for what seemed like a good five minutes... staggered

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At last. News reaches Avenues and Alleyways that fucking Oasis are to finally split. Well thank fuck for that.Yes... it was inevitable really. After being mainmen in their own 1990's heyday, Andy Bell and Gem (with a hard 'G' - natch) have decided to reform their own respective '90s behemoths; scene-that-celebrates-itself topsters Ride and NWONW also-rans, Heavy Stereo.Andy Bell, Mark Gardener,

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...and Adam Sandler.Sorry, but I couldn't resist that. I've never seen this film and have absolutely no idea who the rest of the cast are. For all I know, Sandler may very well be the funniest person in this film.I have seen Little Nicky, though. And frankly, that was quite enough for me to have made my mind up about this one already.

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