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Minimalist (to a certain extent), Jungle, Krautrock and masturbation - Yes! Reggae, not really, unless it's really whacked out. Prefer Metal - Early/Proto and the more mental stuff later: Meshuggah, Converge. Mid/Late 70's - Early/Mid 80s music is pretty awful with a few exceptions - like Disco or Yacht Rock, if you're into that sort of thing.

Coming soon at Guantanamo Cinema.

The vibe has gone. Can't argue with the second bit

Used to live in Wimbledon. Initially in a beautiful town house on the Ridgeway next to Wimbledon Common. There was a bit of a vibe about the place then. In the house was: a beautiful art student - Jo, a predatory North African homosexual - Christian, a new age artist/meditation guru called Jamie and a couple I'd landed a job with. Jamie went off to live with a witch in France. He appeared at the door wide eyed, months later. The witch had imprisoned him. He'd just about managed to escape her clutches, at the expense of leaving all his stuff behind. The only thing he'd got left was the contents of his shoulder bag. That was only temporary and I found a place in Wimbledon proper. Moved in the first weekend, second weekend I returned to the Midlands to see friends and family. When I got back to London the flat was empty. A guy appeared at the door the next day. He was my new landlord's brother. Bob, my landlord in his early 30s, had died from an asthma attack in the flat whilst I was away . Was given a month to find another place. During this time people were ringing the house phone looking for Bob. I'd been given a number for people to ring, and I just gave people the number rather than breaking the bad news myself. One caller was obstinate, wouldn't take the number and harried me for information. I was 19 at the time. After a few minutes of interrogation I just snapped and told her firmly I was really very sorry but Bob was dead. She thought I was having a laugh. That just made things worse. She rang me at work a couple of days later and offered me a room at her place. She was a backing singer by trade, she's on a 'Kiss From A Rose' by Seal and IIRC she was working with Robin Guthrie at the time. She'd got rid of the room's previous occupant because he was a pervert, and was on the police shortlist for Rachel Nickel's murder on Wimbledon Common. Affordable anything in Wimbledon, especially the Village, is history these days. The vibe has gone.

This team hadn't scored for five matches. The fans thought they'd help out.

The Special wobbles around 8% and tastes like cider lollies.

A lot of the West End has, sadly, been debollocked by outrageous rent rises, but you can still have a good night there - Try the 'Green Man Special' in the pub of the same name in Fitzrovia Hoxton and Shoreditch make my blood boil.

Quite an epic journey home after a night 'Up West'.

A nice room in Highgate or a crap studio in London Fields.

Jacques Dutronc - 'L'Espace d'une Fille'

Alessandro Alessandroni - 'I Cantori Moderni' Nothing obvious from it on the tube, but it sounds like Edda Dell'Orso is in there, hers is the voice of 'Once Upon A Time In The West'.

Peter Jackson's best film. Uncle Les > Legolas

He does a Ro-Jaws too. I'd imagine the rest might come in time.

Can't believe it hadn't been in a list so far.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2xYscT4XRs

I'm not a toy collector, but Ashley Wood makes some great robots, and this one made me smile

Clicky Death is too good for the current administration.

Helen Forrest & Harry James -

Sofa Kitten came back. It got locked in the pad for a couple of days whilst we went away. It's fine, was pleased to see us, and happier still to be reunited with its mother. It also left a sizeable pile of poo on my girlfriend's side of the bed. We'd both had colds before we left. Kindly, it only seems to have peed on a pile of spent snot rags (revoltingly ) abandoned out of sight in the bedroom.

Ha, no. See if this enhances the experience?