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The Umbilical Brothers are an duo from Aussie, who combine mime and sound effects with fantastic results. They’ve been regulars on Aussie tele for a long while, and in honor of the Edinburgh Festival (which is currently going on), which … Continue reading
This caught my attention today. I’m having a retro day and listening to The Travelling Wilburys, and I happened to look at the sleeve notes.. The Wilburys are: Lucky Wilbury, Otis Wilbury, Charlie T. Wilbury, Lefty Wilbury, Nelson Wilbury – … Continue reading
Anyone who’s been out of touch with the world for the last few days, I have news. The Olympics have started. Yep, that ritual athletic testing that started in an ancient foreign land as a way of challenging soldiers has … Continue reading
Saturday night Miguel and Begonia came for dinner. I cooked razor clams with chorizo and wine followed by vegetarian lasagne, both of which were very well received (especially considering Miguel is not a seafood afficionado like me and Bego). A … Continue reading
When I originally signed up to Facebook, it was so I could get in touch with my travelling pals, people I’ve met travelling who’ve since moved on, and keep in touch with old colleagues etc. In this, Facebook excels. In … Continue reading
Last night Sarah dragged (well, suggested with some persuasive arguments and then gave me ‘the cow eyes’, which she bloody well knows I can’t refuse!) me to see ‘The Music Of Dirty Dancing’ at Audley End. Now, I’m an unconfessed … Continue reading