RIP Swells

June 26th, 2009

Steven Wells

As an NME writer, he was obsessed with class war, masturbation, dogs, cancer, Jello Biafra and the multiple use of the exclamation mark.”

Whilst the rest of the world grieves over the demise of yet another 80’s pop star, spare a few moments to pay your respects to Steven “Swells” Wells, one of the greatest music journalists on the planet, who died of cancer on Tuesday. During the 80s and 90s Swells was the NME’s funniest writer – he swore, spat and shouted his words, picked fights with the high and mighty in the music industry whilst waxing lyrical over music that no-one else had heard or cared for.

Even after he left the NME his vitriol never left him, his articles for the Guardian and the Philadelphia Weekly showed that whether he tackled a pompous musician or great American institution, his use of the written word would always leave you smiling – to say he had a way with words would be an understatement.

He thought that guitarists were stupid and that Morrisey was a c**t. RIP Swells.


The Future is in Safe Hands

May 18th, 2009

The new crew of the starship Enterprise

If you haven’t seen the new Star Trek movie I suggest you do so immediately. If you have seen the new Star Trek movie, read on…

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The Office

May 11th, 2009

Finally, after nearly four years of lounge-located lap-based tray-mounted food consumption (sitting in the lounge eating food off a tray) I’ve decided to get a kitchen table:

The Kitchen Table

Nice isn’t it? I admit the place mats are a bit rubbish but they are from ASDA (a store not known for it’s contemporary style) and they are cheap (£2.99 for the set). The fruit bowl is from my parents and it always contains a combination of apples and/or bananas.

But why has it taken me nearly four years to get a kitchen table? There are two reasons:

First, I had no room for a table as I used to keep my computer desk in the corner of the kitchen. I didn’t do this by choice, it was the only location in the house that had a spare phone point suitable for a DSL modem.

Second, I was a tad embarrassed that whenever I had guests staying round they were forced to eat breakfast from either a cramped coffee table or the afore-mentioned lounge-trays.

Something had to be done. I decided to get a kitchen table and move the computer to the spare room.

The Spare Bedroom

The spare room – a perfect example of modern aesthetics and ergonomics! Although it displays all the symbols of bachelorism and geekism, it wasn’t the most welcoming of spaces. And should the room be required to house staying guests again it would be difficult to position an inflatable double-bed twixt the various wires and disc-drives on the floor.

Again, something had to be done. I leafed through the pages of the Ikea catalogue.

Scouring the Ikea catalogue is always a joy for me. Not only can I get inspiration for new furniture or decorating styles, I get to snigger at all the seemingly  rude names of all the products (such as Fhart, Felj and the excellently-named range of clothes hangers called Bumerang).  Flicking through the work spaces section of the catalogue I came across the rather attractive Vika range of worktop/trestle combinations. Rather than buy a dedicated desk, I could mix and match trestles, cupboards, drawer units and worktops to create my very own custom work area.

One trip to Ikea later I was in possession of a worktop and two storage units.

The Tools

The required tools for any form of DIY are a hammer, battery-powered screwdriver and a cup of tea. As luck would have it, the supplied instructions for the storage units stated that I would need a screwdriver and a hammer (but no cup of tea) to assist with assembly!

Much hammering, screwing and cups of tea later…

The Office

The completed office (although strictly speaking it’s a computer room, but as that brings back memories of a school classroom smelling of burnt-out BBC Master computers and failed attempts at learning Boolean logic, it’s an office).

As I ended up having more space available than I had originally planned I was able to set up most of my music equipment in a semi-permanent basis. And any future guests will be pleased to discover that the room has been laid out in such a fashion that it can easily accommodate an inflatable double-bed with minimal disruption (plus they’ll get to eat their breakfasts in a more civilised manner).

The room is not quite finished. I want to add some sort of  mood lighting to the underside of the worktop and the storage units need another shelf added to accomodate all of my collective geek-crap. As it stands, it’s nice to have a space dedicated to performing all of my computery and musical tasks. It’s also nice to have the computer out of the kitchen – it was difficult trying to work without making numerous visits to the fridge.


Sounds of the Universe

April 23rd, 2009

sounds of the universe album cover

I am a big fan of Depeche Mode and have been since they added their two-penneth worth to the synth-pop scene of the early 1980s. Most people are surprised to find that the band are still together and are still touring and producing albums. Their latest offering, Sounds of the Universe, was released this week and just as I have done since the release of Violator in 1990, I’ve bought a Depeche Mode album on launch day.

To be honest, this time around I wish I hadn’t bothered.

Sounds of the Universe is horribly average. It’s a chore to listen to – there are no hooks, there’s little punch or interest, tracks start, build up then go nowhere. It’s a crying shame as the quality of the album’s production values is fantastic.

We’re four albums on since Songs of Faith and Devotion and still Depeche Mode prove that they cannot make good music without Alan Wilder.


Weird Dreams

April 16th, 2009

My bedside radio-alarm clock is set to wake me with the dulcet tones of Radio Four every morning.

I choose to wake up to Radio Four for two reasons

  • having to wake to the Today programme with John Humphrys is enough to boil the blood and promote an early rise from a deep sleep
  • it’s the only radio station my radio-alarm clock receives

My alarm is set to go off at 6.30am, a good forty-five minutes before I need to get up at 7.15. This is to allow me to pathetically mash the snooze button on the alarm clock several times and drop back off to sleep for a further nine minutes. It’s during these snooze periods that I tend to have rather unusual and vivid dreams, usually induced by the content of Radio Four.

Today was no exception.

This morning I awoke to the sad news of the sudden death of  the writer and broadcaster Sir Clement Freud. At first I didn’t comprehend the news straight away, the words “died” and “Freud” swam around my head as I dropped back into my normal snooze-slumber and I soon found myself in the weird world of my dreams…

In the dream I was on an escalator in the London Underground. In front of me on the escalator was Clement Freud (in this case an exact facsimile of Liverpool manager Rafa Benitez) sat at a small, round table. He was smartly dressed in a dinner jacket, smoking a cigar and drinking from a bottle of champagne as he told me his funny stories from his childhood.  Stood next to him listening intently was a bearded knight and a man dressed in a shark costume.

I’ve attempted to recreate the dream in the picture below

Freud in the Underground

Sir Clement Freud was 84.