Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Not A Lot

It's been a bit spartan on the post front here at the Harbour.

I'd have apologised earlier but presumed I actually spoke face-to-face with any frequent visitors on an almost daily basis.

It comes to my attention, however that a few others actually drop in from time-to-time.

With this in mind (and the fact that a blog without any real opinion or content is a dire waste of pixels) I shall attend to some more thoughtful and considered posts forthwith.

Although not just now, as I'm popping for a drink.

Night Night

Monday, May 28, 2007

Thompson And Twins

Got to be worth a pop out in the rain today.

Some reviews are here. The Sun is a little critical...

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Happy 40th Birthday!

Fairport Convention's first public performance was at Saint Michaels Church Hall, Golders Green, on 27 May 1967.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Video's Gonna Kill Me

Dave, over at The Stabbing Robot, is getting all excited about Richard Thompson's new album on Monday and Cropredy in the summer.

And for good reason.

Just to add my tuppence worth, and in case you thought the Strawbs video was as 'how come I can't seem to round up many people to go with me to Cropredy' as can be, here's a couple of real early eighties treats:

And a much more respectable:

Friday, May 18, 2007

Speaking Ill Of The Dead (Belated)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

But There's Nothing Wrong With My Feet...

Here's the first of an occasional series of posts in anticipation of Fairport's Cropredy Convention.

They're celebrating their Fortieth and it'll be my first, after years of near-misses.

So here's The Strawbs from Tokyo in 1975.


Thursday, May 10, 2007

Pants On Fire

So much to say but so little enthusiasm to write it down.

If the last ten years is what democracy is all about I'm in for a troubled and angry existence.

According to my Death Watch widget I die in 25148 days, on 24th January 2076.

That's in 69 years.

The night this idiot got in the prospect of having 17 general elections ahead of me was very exciting. But it seems a pretty hollow prospect after the last decade.

The news-junkie in me is looking forward to the next few weeks, in fact the next couple of years. But the bigger part of me - you know, the part that makes you cry at the state of the world - isn't having any of it.

In fact, as I recall talking to both my Dad and his Dad about elections and the future and money and hope and dignity and justice and peace it seems we're just destined to go round and round in circles.

And part of me wishes it was New Years Eve 2075 and time for one last quick drink.

Thanks Tony.

The Only Places...

...for a decent analyse of the Blair legacy are here and here.

Er, that's it.


Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Maybe St Stephen Had a Point?