Okay, a blog post is long overdue. But as usual, I only find myself inclined to do so whilst in a state of melancholy. So instead, I present a moment of indulgent piffle, which I posted purely to avoid a status of the sort I am not current allowed to post on Facebook (see previous blogs if you can bear their emo nature).
Some short, sweet whimsy. Hope you like it. If not, you've not lost much time reading it....tootles'!
"Richard likes his novels Pulp-y. Dodgy, Blur-ry characters are, for him, an Oasis from the trials of real life. Who knows if that man, dressed all in Suede, will turn out to be a Sleeper agent, or just a Supergrass, but where a seedy end remains the great Leveller for all? Who cares about oversimplifications like the grim north and the Beautiful South? No one is trying to claim the characters are as complex or iconic as Boo Radley. Nah, we want shady gangsters called Gomez and maybe some Barenaked Ladies and a plot more convoluted and implausible than anything produced by your latest REM cycle dream. Besides, it's all more rewarding than this current trend for 90s music nostalgia."
Ah, bring on the nostalgia - love the alt and indie scene from those years.
Happy Easter everyone.
