Something for the Weakened

Five years. Five fecking years I’ve been chucking nonsense up on this site. Some of it I’ve almost been pleased with. Bits are still entirely unfinished (will I ever finish A History of Collecting? Most people seem to hope not). There are things I’ve promised to stick up but have entirely failed to provide (the critique of classical audiences is unlikely to appear unless I become annoyed by them again, though The End of the Future is still niggling away in the back of my mind, so might yet surface). And still some of you sods keep coming back. Not many of you, but enough to make me almost believe its worth continuing the endeavour. I bow my head to you.

Late nineties. Pencil and ink on cartridge paper.

Pip pip for now. More soon. I imagine.

I think that you’ll find that this is the greatest album cover in the world.

Sunday just gone (the tenth) was exactly five years after the first post was made on this here website. It was a test post made by Rob (Uber), the benevolent creator of the site itself. The first post I made wasn’t until the 24th May. Thus, to my eyes, the 24th May this year will be the site’s fifth birthday. This ought to be celebrated in some way, though I’m as yet uncertain as to how. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions, please do share them.

In the mean time, please amuse yourself with some Awkward Family Photos.

Having a quiet Friday night in front of the box, I was surprised to hear a familiar name. It wasn’t that of anyone particularly famous, nor the name of some sitcom character, but that of someone I had had some contact with in the past. I racked my brains until, minutes from the end of the episode it came to me. It was none other than one time correspondent and my brother in puns Mr. Dan Haythorn. His appearance comes at some point after twenty minutes in the most recent episode of the variable television series Genius (link good for about a week). It is one of the better episodes, mainly down to the presence of Stuart Lee in the guest seat, but also helped by young Mr. Haythorn’s idea being of unusually high calibre. Give it a watch if you fancy. Or not. Up to you really.