Blastronaut

Slippery slope this man. I worked with a guy a while back who was into collectable coins and metal detecting. Cunt obsessed over checking every single 2p coin in the hope he'd find one from the year that they changed from reading "two pence" to "new pence" (or vice versa) with the old lettering. Carry on down this path and before you know it you'll be meeting up folk like CT in a field with your metal detectors on the weekends.

Aye theyre fine..somehow the only injury sustained was wee cut on my step-da's finger. Been a cunt of a last 10 days. Car dying on our way on holiday. Having to work out the logistics of trying to get the rest of the way to and from the holiday with four kids (one disabled). Getting home to our headcase running up and down the landing with kitchen knifes and having a massive squad of polis appear, dogs n all to lift him. Then this. Waiting to see what's next. What's weird is I'm somehow more Zen about everything right now than I was before we left for our holiday.

Oh aye, fucking rub it in why don't you all. Our car is still sat 70 miles away from home. Clutch went last Monday and can't get find a garage there that'll take the fucker so we're probably gonna just cut our losses and scrap the thing. Icing on the cake, yesterday my mum and stepdad manage to write theirs off, came off the road on their way to pick up my lad and landed in a field. Miraculously they're fine, the car no so much.

Guinness and Johnnie Walker. Breakfast of Champions.

Fanned fretboard n all? Bloody hell. I kinda like them but dunno how I'd hang it on the wall.

I didn't even know Strandberg guitars were still a thing. Cool. I've been eyeing up those framus guitars Devin Townsend had them make, just not sure about those "evertune" bridges. And the fretboard lights, those can get to fuck.

Exactly. Well interpreted. If the world wants grapefruit flavoured beer let them have it, but I'm not getting involved.

Sorry to hear about your furry pal Sammy. Hope you're making a point of playing her some decent tunes in her last few months man. Swear animals are tuned in way more to music than we ever give them credit for. Nice new axe too!

Maybe my small mind isn't quite fully appreciating the gravity of the situation, but a scan of that article tells me it's all above a potential "high quality hops" shortage. I'm not massively worried. Partly because most of what I drink relies more on malt than hops, but also because Im sick of all this citra-hops craft-brew shite and praying that if this story comes to anything it might at least be the death knell for for that pish.

Took the kids down to Berwick for the October week, what should've been a 90 minutes drive turned into a 6+hour ordeal. We've finally made it but the car is still slightly north of the border. Fun times!

Good luck with the tour man. Hope the van is green or your at least going to be blasting "Theme for a Big Green Van" on your travels.

Jeff Waters had a decent looking Epiphone signature V though. I was tempted by one until I remembered I don't get on well with V's and can't shred for shit. Probably an unpopular opinion but I rate Jeff higher as a player than Joe. Slightly more substance than just complete wank. Joe is an incredibly gifted player, but he poses as a blues guy and I'm not buying it.

Bonamassa shilling £1500 Epiphones doesn't surprise me at all. In other news I bought a £15 delay pedal off Temu to see what the crack was. It's fine for what it is, based on the same old long trodded out delay circuit the caverns, deep blue delay and Magnetic Echo are based on. Surprisingly well built too. £15 is basically my costs for a pedal like this long before my time is invested.

That puts it just slightly behind Oz on their scale, which granted hasn't aged all that well but was the seminal hbo serial drama that kickstarted the golden age of TV serial dramas. Also puts it slightly ahead of Northern Exposure in their ratings, I'm not having that either. if Glimmer Man is 5.4 on I'll give this an extra 1.5 points purely for the self-awareness. IMDB can do one. It's 6.9 on the Blastronaut scale, and that's me being kind.

That was absolutely brutal. Loved ever second of it. Honestly though, what surprised me most wasn't the result or the records set, it was the realisation that Stuart McCall has somehow ended up in a managerial position for a Premier League team.

Christopher Hitchens saw that Tucker was destined to be a right wing grifter many moons ago.

Quality TV? Perfection? I'm not having that. My last comment was maybe a bit harsh given that it must have been entertaining enough for me to binge watch the first season and a half but perfection it was not. Short arse old bald guy writes and directs a serial drama where he is the shortarse old bald guy protagonist with a penchant for violence. The dark humour worked well for a bit but wore thin pretty quickly. Had a bit of self awareness about it but still came across as a self indulgent Scott Ryan wank fest.

Oi. I'll have you know Im no mad fan but have a soft spot for "Evan and that shite". Evan Dando probably pulled off the second most unexpectedly impressive (local) open air festival performance I've seen, second only to an absolutely rubbered Mark Chadwick's Levellers. Mark only edges it because I like my live music to be hanging by an absolute thread. Evan loses points for having it all under control.

In my defense I must've liked it enough to binge watch the first season and a half. I think I just emerged from that binge feeling a bit like I'd somehow ended up watching Glimmer Man again. Have sadly seen a bit of Underbelly. Good shout, that gives me a bit of perspective. Mr Inbetween is nowhere near as tragically tryhard and had it moments. The dark humour was the main draw in the first season but it petered off pretty rapidly.

I've not had a good scam phonecall for a while, its mostly talk-talk door to door cunts we're contending with. If I've got time on my hands for a scam call I like to feign a head injury and run them in circles for as long as possible until they give up. "Steven? Oh it's great to hear from you! How's Janice and the family? I don't think I've seen you since my injury. Wait, who is this? Oh Steven! It's great to hear from you. Internet? I don't know about that. Wait, who is this? Ah Steven! It must have been 7 years. How's the family?"

One for the Oz contingent. I recently found myself binge watching the first season and a half of Mr. Inbetween which is probably a new low even for someone of my disposition. Poor man's Glimmer Man posing as an Aussie Soprano's spin-off. I think I want those hours back.

My oldest literally managed to shatter her elbow while sat on her bed reading a book. Second born on the other hand could probably take header down a spiral staircase and somehow just bounce back up, brush it off and kick fuck out of staircase. I genuinely pray none of them get into ice hockey, I've got enough fights and hospital visits to contend with as it is. But aye! Congrats fish. If you need that lobotomy, I know a guy. It's not so bad, they go in through your nose and you get to keep the tiny bit of brain they cut out.

That's what I thought after our second. They're now the second of four. Tbh though, any more than two is basically the same. You just need a bigger house, bigger car and a total frontal lobotomy.

That Daniel Sloss routine needs to be shared and shouted from the rafters. I cant and won't trust any bloke who takes issue with it.

Absofuckinglutely. Let's face it, he's always been an absolute grifter. Nobody with an inch of self-worth releases an auto-biography called "my bookie-wook" while their whole public persona is based on being an effeminate male sex-pest.