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When I stay at my mum and dad’s house in Nottinghamshire, I sleep in what used to be the main bedroom - the only real bedroom - of the house. Ever since my parents got the place extended early this century and I graduated from some big cushions on
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* The first thing to say is probably that when I’m writing about music and its extended universe in 1993, I’m really writing just as much about 1992, plus about 1991, and 1990, and 1989, and maybe even 1988. And about 1994 (but not about 1995, because everything had
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* I have been in a huge, even-more-time-consuming-than-I’d-thought-it-would-be phase of finetuning my record collection recently. I’d call it a spring clean, if it hadn’t gone on since long before spring and I felt totally confident that it is going to be 100% finished before summer. Part of my
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“You did that,” said Pete, pointing at the headless rabbit having the last of its throat torn out by jackdaws. “I told you you shouldn’t have said it. It was you! I bet you feel terrible now.” We were on the Isle of Portland, in South Dorset, and as
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Who is the best-dressed Beatle in the recent Get Back documentary? My personal choice would be George, but that’s only if we’re confining selection criteria to official members of the band itself. During the 468 minutes of footage, shot by Michael Lyndsay-Hogg in January 1969 and edited more
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LAMPS There are too many lamps here. Far, far too many. Of course, my highly developed night vision colours my opinion on this subject but I still think there are far too many lamps. Isn’t the whole point of having big lights to not require little ones as well?
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I wake up and realise today is a day I want to: a) grab the ever more brief daylight firmly in my hands before it slips away, b) see somewhere new, c) thrash out some of my creative future in my head, d) feel salt spray on my face and
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I have quite a lot of ivy on my house. I had quite a lot ivy on my house when I moved into it this time last year, too, but since then it’s been hard at work, behind my back. “Do not mind me,” says the ivy. “I will