Paul Abbott

Well, we played Manchester and it was great fun. We can now add:

19th Mar: w/WUT (Vancouver) at Nan Moors, Todmorden.

Oh my god. This is a must.

Who am I? I’m the guy who had a dream where I came across something that said “Words Only Dogs Know” and the word was VLOITH.

Ah, so I posted this last night did I. I was TIRED.

I’d love to spend my time exploring the nexus between “Randy” and “Sexy”, but I’m too busy exploring the nexus between “Tired” and “Tomorrow”.

Who am I? I’m the guy who had a dream where I came across something that said “Words Only Dogs Know” and the word was VLOITH.

Little boy on a scooter. He’s dressed as Batman, but he’s got his cape flung over a backpack so he looks like a kind of Batman/Hunchback of Notre Dame amalgam.

Very nice! When I got my Hofner I decided to get the flatwound strings they do for that model as well - it's nice to have an early Sixties thump to the sound!

Go to the small one on Penny Lane, then, see if I care. YOU WON'T FIND MORE THAN ONE TYPE OF HOUMUS THERE.

Small adjustment, big result!

Anyway, it was ludicrous how happy we were this morning when calling into Asda on the way to the bus. So much easier. Like the golden hazy days of the pre-pandemic world. Much nostalgia. Many feels. etc.

Aldi has reopened again, but imagine soon it will close again for the NEXT PHASE, at which point Asda customer flow will become a real and pressing issue

(I went in there went Aldi was shut the other week. CARNAGE.)

Sounds like it could be a very interesting parallel (assuming it features an equivalent journey down a river, albeit the Congo)!

The world may be going to shit but they've finally reopened the Smithdown Road entrance to the big Asda, so it's not all bad news.

And I'm excited to go and see EPIC at the flicks this weekend.

I whizzed through the Guralnick books when I was researching Elvis for the last series of Big Sort and it made me both appreciate Elvis more and despise Tom Parker more. It's got that horrible sense of creeping inevitability to it because we know how it ends, but they're great books.

Come and see me and Good Grief and @morganlbrown.bsky.social and Pardon Us and PERENNIAL in Official Home Of Great Music in Liverpool, Outpost!

My solicitor has advised me not to answer that question.

The West Keighley Pipistrelle Milkers Association Annual Dinner Dance and Throb.

Doing one of those DIY jobs that when you finally remember to clean your glasses, it’s like you’ve had cataract surgery.

Quick question: where did I put the dust masks for decorating?

Two doors down from the Old Dutch Cafe - frequented by the boys! The big decorative Windmill is still on the wall of the bathroom showroom that’s there now.

Auction listing for some costumes and props from the Doctor Who episode Space Babies.

Don't spend your money on that, you fool! You need to save it for the Space Babies auction!

Fun getting out the Telecaster and pretending to be the amazing Steve Cropper (and the rest of the MG’s)

Still from Marquand's Birth Of The Beatles (1978) showing John Lennon laughing after christening Sutcliffe as 'a Beatle'.

John Lennon and Stuart Sutcliffe, or Data from ST:TNG being taught how to experience human laughter by Chekov (ST:TOS)?

I genuinely have an aversion to pantos, due in part to being terrified by a man with silly string in a village panto that my dad was part of once, but even *I* greedily consume @pantosplaining.bsky.social and revel in the insanely detailed discussion of local radio celebrities and poster typefaces.

Picture of Andy Parsons with the phrase You Wouldn't Mock A Week posted over it.

Thank you. I appreciate a complement from a proper drawer-er.

Michael Aspel Is Saddened By Clams. Aspel, rendered in biro ink, is saying Oh No Clams stood beside a table with some clams on.

Michael Aspel Is Saddened By Clams (P Abbott, 2017, Biro on Sticky Note)