February 2009 Archives

WELL, I hope you and yours had a good Valentine's Day and evening.
And if you are single, then I hope all the slushiness, sentimentality and the crass concentration on couples shown by restaurants and shops didn't annoy you too much.
It is good to talk of love, and to write about it too. The subject has, after all, enthralled poets and philosophers since the earliest days of humanity.

WHAT a calamitous end to our Bards of New Brighton poetry session at the Magazine pub on Monday night!
I left at about half past eleven, full of Rioja, to carry the Bards' golden lectern to my car, which had been driven over by Posh Boots to pick me up and take me home.
The trouble is, before leaving, I neglected to pick up the book that contains my poems ... all of them, every one I've ever written.

WE dallied a while in Tallulah's bar, New Brighton, again on Monday night, me and Posh Boots, which meant we got home too late to watch Harry Hill's TV Burp.
That was a disappointment because it would have sent us off to Dreamland with a smile on our faces.
Harry Hill's show is one of the few I actually look forward to watching, along with Coronation Street and Scrubs. All those are cleverly written - which is a rare thing on TV these days.
Some of you know I've reprised my role as Sam Brady - hammer of the TV industry during the ORACLE Teletext era. To read my new Brady column visit http://sambradyoracle.blogspot.com/

WHILE the entire world waits for More Bad Things to happen, I've decided to try to enjoy life while I still can.
So I've been being going out to a few bars and restaurants recently, and not necessarily my usual ones either...
For instance, I haven't been to Hell's Waiting Room for a while, but I have ventured into Tallulah's bar, New Brighton.