Malcolm Young from AC/DC died this week, he was only 64. Though young (in more ways than one), he had suffered from dementia for three years prior – what a crappy way to go. Another rock and roll legend bites the dust.
This month one of the family cats, Lily, also had a crappy exit from the world, she got hit by a car and had her skull cracked open. At least her demise was instant but it was frankly depressing to have to recover the corpse and then bury her.
Depression brings me on to Queen. The band’s music is being used on two TV ads at the moment that make me want to sob/scream every time they come on. The anthem “Another One Bites The Dust” has been bastardised to accommodate Dacia – “another one buys a Dacia”. Then there’s the flash ad with the dog accompanied by the “Flash Gordon” theme tune but with the lyrics changed to suit the singing dog wondering where all the dirt has gone. It’s truly dreadful.
If Malcolm and Lily are now enjoying an afterlife then they’ve probably come across Freddie Mercury feeling very peaky/downright angry about his legacy being rogered in such an awful way.
Peaky brings me on to the Blinders. The Brummie gangster series four is now underway and what an intense way to start to it. Aborted hangings and then the apparent death of John, one of the Shelby brothers and a key character. Can’t wait for tomorrow and episode two.
I only discovered the series because at the beginning of November, a lady I buy my cufflinks from recommended it. Series three was watched on the iPlayer, one and two have since been bought on DVD. Though it is quite possible I was the last person in the UK to have never heard of the show, I am now hooked and share the recommendation.
Another hooking of sorts has involved another hard man, this time, Jack Reacher. The fictional character, created by Lee Child has monopolised my relaxation time for the last few weeks (briefly interrupted by Bruce Dickinson) as
I have worked my way through more than three quarters of the author’s output. The novels are rather formulaic but nonetheless thoroughly entertaining. The blurb on the dust jacket suggests that someone buys a Reacher novel somewhere in the world every 20 seconds … so I am very late to this party too. But just in case you need another recommendation, here’s mine.
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This month one of the family cats, Lily, also had a crappy exit from the world, she got hit by a car and had her skull cracked open. At least her demise was instant but it was frankly depressing to have to recover the corpse and then bury her.
Depression brings me on to Queen. The band’s music is being used on two TV ads at the moment that make me want to sob/scream every time they come on. The anthem “Another One Bites The Dust” has been bastardised to accommodate Dacia – “another one buys a Dacia”. Then there’s the flash ad with the dog accompanied by the “Flash Gordon” theme tune but with the lyrics changed to suit the singing dog wondering where all the dirt has gone. It’s truly dreadful.
If Malcolm and Lily are now enjoying an afterlife then they’ve probably come across Freddie Mercury feeling very peaky/downright angry about his legacy being rogered in such an awful way.
Peaky brings me on to the Blinders. The Brummie gangster series four is now underway and what an intense way to start to it. Aborted hangings and then the apparent death of John, one of the Shelby brothers and a key character. Can’t wait for tomorrow and episode two.
I only discovered the series because at the beginning of November, a lady I buy my cufflinks from recommended it. Series three was watched on the iPlayer, one and two have since been bought on DVD. Though it is quite possible I was the last person in the UK to have never heard of the show, I am now hooked and share the recommendation.
Another hooking of sorts has involved another hard man, this time, Jack Reacher. The fictional character, created by Lee Child has monopolised my relaxation time for the last few weeks (briefly interrupted by Bruce Dickinson) as
I have worked my way through more than three quarters of the author’s output. The novels are rather formulaic but nonetheless thoroughly entertaining. The blurb on the dust jacket suggests that someone buys a Reacher novel somewhere in the world every 20 seconds … so I am very late to this party too. But just in case you need another recommendation, here’s mine.
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