Grammar vigilante: Known as the Banksy of grammar, one man has been waging a war on misplaced apostrophes on the shop signs of Bristol for the last thirteen years, armed with his trusty ‘apostrophiser’.
Solomon Linda is responsible for one of the most instantly recognised songs heard across the world and yet despite this, he earned little from the composition and was to die unrecognised and in poverty.
Linda was born in 1909 on a labour reserve near Ladysmith in Natal, South Africa. He grew up in the traditions of amahubo and izingoma zomshado music, or wedding songs. Read more ›››
Flotsam and eggsam: Last week I reported the death of Kinder Egg supremo William Salice. News that thousands of the egg-based confectionery have washed up on a German beach couldn’t be a coincidence surely.
It has been a busy few days in the run up to Christmas what with shopping to be done, gifts to be wrapped and delivered etc and, of course, darling daughter arrived home from Japan on Thursday much to the delight of Mrs P and me.
The three of us had a trip into Manchester today to enjoy a meal and the Christmas atmosphere before heading to the Bridgewater Hall, home of the Hallé Orchestra, for their Christmas at the Movies concert. Read more ›››
On a roll: An unopened roll of Eidelweiss toilet paper issued to German troops is expected to fetch £100 when it goes to auction in Dublin, along with other Nazi memorabilia.
Bruce Springsteen was supposed to be playing to 60,000 people at the Etihad Stadium last night. I say ‘supposed to’ because quite a few missed the show because the city was in a lock down of total traffic chaos.
It was caused by a combination of bad timing – the show started at 6:30pm, coinciding neatly with rush hour – and five idiot drivers who either managed to drive into one of the city’s trams or get their cars stuck on the tracks. I’m guessing people who were unfamiliar with the city. Read more ›››
My Amazon Fire TV Stick gizmo is proving itself to be pretty well tuned to my tv watching habits, ie irregular and eclectic. Over the last few weeks, I’ve been watching the Mad Dogs whenever I’ve had an odd hour to fill.
I was scratching my head over exactly what sort of programme I was supposed to be watching as I made my way through the pilot. Read more ›››
I can’t imagine that there is any of you who hasn’t heard of Bob Dylan, but what may surprise some is that his first appearance in the UK wasn’t in concert, but as member of the cast of a tv drama.
Madhouse on Castle Street was commissioned by the BBC as one of its Sunday Night Play series. It was a rather odd drama set in a boarding house and was described later by The Times as a ‘strange free-wheeling piece about a man who has said goodbye to the world and simply shut himself up in his room’. Read more ›››