Yours truly with the Fallen Woman at the Lexington, London

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Natalie Palamides, David Earl and Fionn Foley blundering through Ireland somewhere

My first ever blog post was on Christmas Eve in 2002 which means this website is now old enough to drink in the US. I used to write prolifically about my work, politics, the internet and pop culture etc, but…

So Sha at the Rumsey Wells, Norwich

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David Byrne in Stop Making Sense

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Geordie (1958–2023)

Killing Joke’s Geordie has died and I am absolutely gutted about it. He didn’t really sound like anything else on earth, and his playing style practically invented a genre. I first saw them in 1989, and they were never anything…

Midge Ure at the Royal Albert Hall

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The New Eves at St Pancras Old Church

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Sophie Wilde and a china hand in Talk To Me

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Black Midi at All Points East

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A rare actual blog post on this site these days. I’m sure I’ve written before that Doctor Who fandom is uniquely culturally scarred by the 1980s experience of hiatus and cancellation and being pitched against Coronation Street, and so obsesses…