Friday, August 06, 2004

These Things Take Time

Rejoice! Rejoice.
Thanks to a recent article in The Independent and in this month's Uncut, we hear the stupendous news of a new album from The Blue Nile, release date being August 30th. I haven't been this excited about a new album coming out for many years.
By the way, while the story was in the magazine format of Uncut, I couldn't easily find it on their web site, so try The Indie for info on this one.
On the domestic front, the boy has been attending a summer sailing school this week. And, no, this shouldn't conjure up any Henley Regatta image, being funded as it is by the New Deal for Communities (NDC) scheme, which was established by the Labour government since it was elected in 1997. And a great scheme it is too, going solely by how it has had an impact on our own deprived community.
Bundles of (useful) information have come through the door since this scheme was established here around 2 years ago, always with the emphasis on how local people can get involved and have a direct say in changing and improving local services and local resources.
So, for those who rage against Labour and ask what good has it done, I'll always use the New Deal for Communities scheme as an example of what makes Labour fundamentally different from the other lot.
Back to the boy, then, the NDC carry out numerous out of school activities for local children and someone came up with the absolutely fantastic idea of the sailing club. Apart from the fact that it is a lot cheaper than the alternative play scheme options, it's a healthy activity and a great way of occupying a little part of the badly underused Thames.
We have this great waterway cutting its way through the most beautiful city in the world, yet its empty of traffic - traffic which is considerably less damaging to our environment than that on the roads.
I received a totally unexpected late-night visit from oldest brother last night. He was on his way home to Glasgow from Tokyo and missed his connecting flight at Heathrow. So Reidski puts him up and shares an enjoyable glass of whisky over tales of his hols before departing to bed.
Talking of bed...when Hats comes to an end on the turntable and I polish off the last of the Oyster Bay sauvignon blanc, then I'll hit the sack.
Not before I briefly mention my trip to the doctors this afternoon, however.
My weird swallowing problem is not one that he could handle, so he's making an emergency referral to a throat specialist at the hospital. "Whooppee!" was the cry from 'er indoors when I said jokingly that I would probably have to get my voice box removed.


Blogger Darren said...

'These Things Take Time'?

The Smiths?

2:11 am  
Blogger Reidski said...

Yes, mel, it is indeed the Smiths. But I see you didn't make an attempt at Rise Up, so go on give it a go. Here's a clue: Little Baby Swastika.

Your only wrong un so far was I'm A Cuckoo - think fey Glaswegian band.

12:57 pm  
Blogger Darren said...

Primal Scream for 'Rise Up'

- wait up, all Glasgow bands are fey. It's the nefarious influence of Edwyn Collins. (It says something when Jim Kerr and Marti Pellow are the butchest men in 'Scotpop'. I'll hazard a guess at Belle and Sebastian.

2:56 pm  
Blogger Reidski said...

Rise Up: Your on totally the wrong wavelength. I'll make it even easier - black female singer, south London band who were good for one album!
I'm A Cuckoo: Correct. And, yes, every Glasgow band - every Scottish band, in fact - do a great fey.

5:30 pm  
Blogger Darren said...

Skunk Ananise?

You actually like them? Your obvious good taste in other musical matters threw me off the scent. I didn't realise you had a soft spot for musical guff as well.

Now I remember, the Scream done 'Swastika Eyes' - I think

11:03 pm  
Blogger Reidski said...

I saw them do a May Day gig on Clapham Common - just down the road from your party's bunker - prior to any record release. Thought they sounded interesting and, this allied to the fact that in class struggle terms they're on the right side - spurred me on to buy the album.
My interest in them waned not long after.....

8:31 am  
Blogger Darren said...

"the bunker"

Take that back you swine. ;-)

Best description I've about the building is: "What - you mean the sex shop on Clapham High Street?" This was obviously pre-Anne Summers chain of cash till 'Mr and Missus range of sex shops' which lets everything hang out.

The Happy Mondays are playing Clapham Common on the 24th of this month. With lots of "special guests" that I have never heard of. Don't know why they are reforming for this one off gig - I guess Bez must be down to his last shellsuit.

12:44 pm  
Blogger Jim said...

Swallowing problem??? I've seen you swallow an enormous quantity of alcohol no problem!

10:46 am  

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