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Could be on to something there, rbee. Different versions for the Silent Generation, Baby Boomers, Generation X, Millenials, Generation Z, Generation Alpha and, now, Generation Beta (titter ye not, they’ll be 18% of the global population by 2050). How hard could that be?
Although I appreciate the symbolism, I really, really wish I hadn’t clicked on this. Almost as stomach-churning as the AI-generated image of a grinning Trump, wearing the blue and white hoops, behind the bar at the Queens Tavern. Once seen, impossible to unsee.
They should’ve had a special ceremony at Loftus Road, £5 admission, with clowns, acrobats and dancing girls. The whole event would culminate with the grand unveiling of the kit by a C-List celebrity, who would pull a drawstring to remove a ceremonial drape, which in turn would reveal the 2026/7 kit in all its glory. That’s what I think.
Quite possibly, Boston. It was 43 years ago and I can barely remember what I did yesterday. All I know is that it would’ve probably been in central London somewhere. I only remember the year because I found it in an old diary.
Incidentally, Ulmer is on an LP called Lenox Avenue Breakdown by alto saxophonist Arthur Blythe. Also on the team is a tuba player called Bob Stewart, whose solo is featured on the title track.
It has been referred to as “one of the few genuinely important tuba statements in jazz, a nimble sermon that promises storms and sunshine”. I think that will have to be my selection when Colin starts his much-anticipated Tuba Solos thread.
Bit of an acquired taste, certainly. I only saw him once (1983). Think he was playing in a guitar, violin, drums trio at the time. Wish I could remember more about it. No recollection of the venue even, possibly because I was with a Millwall mate (don’t judge me) and we’d been through the entire ‘Beers of the World’ selection in the pub before.
What a bizarre, but wonderful, story about singer-songwriter Allan Taylor (guitarist, too, to keep this on topic), plucked from obscurity after Ed Sheeran’s tweet about a vinyl record crate-digging spree in New York …
I’m surprised the Red Arrows haven’t been banned. They could easily have been infiltrated by a member of Al-Shaabaab, who, at the very last second, could suddenly peel off from the main formation and obliterate the entire Royal Family, gathered together before their loyal and cheering subjects on the balcony at Buckingham Palace, in one fell swoop.
Indeed. That’s the point, sort of. Indifference to the player’s denial of entry to Canada, then, because the allegations are serious. That, and a vaguely humorous attempt to defuse the Somali ref thread by providing a kind of ‘sewage outfall’ for some of its more recent contributions. A bit convoluted, perhaps TBF.
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