The Thunder Christmas Party
21st December 2011
Nottingham Rock City
The usual Christmas festivities in Thunder Towers resumed this year, with the resurrection of what their T-shirts call a great British tradition. And you know what? On this showing, they may just be right.
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From the minute the curtain drops, Vincent Furnier ceases to exist. In his place, Alice Cooper stalks the Earth. Alice, a man in his 60s remember, is a constant source of energy, prowling, snarling, baiting the audience. Hardly ever without a cane, a whip, or a sword in his leather clad hands, he energises the band around him. They feed off his leads and theatrics, making this more than a rock show – it’s an event. View full article »
In the grand scheme of things, there are very few people in the history of the world that can realistically claim to have affected the way the world works. To have that kind of influence, to totally shift mankind off it’s axis, even slightly – it’s unthinkable… but Steve Jobs can say he did that.
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Let’s get one thing clear from the off – this is no knee-jerk reaction to the events of Sunday, or even the past couple of weeks. This is something I have been dwelling on for a while now… I think it’s time for Neil Lennon to go.
I have EVERY sympathy for Lenny and the struggles he’s had since he took over as Celtic manager – nobody deserves hatred, abuse, death threats and even actual physical assault for simply doing his job – but at the end of the day… he seems out of his depth.
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The big news – nay, the ONLY news if you’re an internet savvy Sellik fan – over the past week has been related to the finances, or lack of finances at our blue tinted neighbours from Govan. It appears that things are not rosy in the Ibrox boardroom, and that the sweet swallows of an Indian summer following the takeover of Craig Whyte may well turn out to be the swooping of the circling vultures.
To describe Randy Savage as a ‘just’ wrestler would be doing him an injustice. He was more than ‘just’ a wrestler. He was larger than life, he was more than an athlete, he was simply… The Macho Man.
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Storm Large – Ladylike, Side One (2007)
Couple things out of the way first. Yes, Storm Large is her real name, kinda. Storm is her middle name (Susan being her first) but let’s face it, if your middle name was as cool as Storm, you’d use it too. Yes you would, and you know it.
Peter Wolf
Sleepless (2002)
It’s a dark night; a cold wind howls outside your window as the rain comes down, pattering endlessly against the window pane. You have in your hands a good book and a big mug of the finest hot chocolate known to man, or maybe even a nice wee dram of the best whisky you can afford. Over your shoulder, a couple of candles are flickering… View full article »
It’s a funny thing.
I sat in a coffee shop on Friday, on my own, for the first time in a while. The first time I sat in a coffee shop in the UK, it was 12 years ago. Sauchiehall Street in Glasgow to be precise. The Seattle Coffee Company, it was called, and it was COOL. That’s in capitals for a reason. At the time, coffee was something you made in a mug with instant powder, or bought in a polystyrene cup from a takeaway.
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