October 3rd, 2007

Tea-drinker par excellence

Sucky sucky Freeserve

Web access from home has been intermittent over the past week and completely absent yesterday. That wouldn't matter too much but I've been home with flu for the past 5 days, too bunged up to do anything useful. Arrgh.
Demon

YesF!

All those Science Fiction books that claim not to be, Oryx & Crake, the Road or Stone Gods etc, shall henceforth be known as YesF! Wake up and smell the neutrinos!

All those Science Fiction books that are proud of being Science Fiction shall henceforth also be known as YesF! It is a proud heritage!

Anyone who denies this shall be known as StupidF!
Give me rock or give me death

The English Folk Tradition

Apparently the folk groups in the 60s had to reinvent English Folk because the tradition had all but died out. In America there is more of a continuous line from Gospel to Blues, via Woody Guthrie to Rock & Roll.

In England we have Uncle Tom Cobbly and then 200 years later, Steeleye Span (with a passing nod to Rambling Sid Rumpo). However, these days, the tradition is well and truly alive, but where? On the terraces - there's nowt more folk then football (use of Northern Dialect to indicate folkiness).

Look at this couplet of genius from Elland Road:
"You are my Kandol, my Tresor Kandol,
You signed from Barnet, on deadline day,
We did not notice that you could score goals,
Until that day at Tranmere away."