The Second Coming is here
So Robbie’s back. And he’s brought Jesus with him. I have long wondered about his general worldview; he was always the show-man, always the entertainer, but some of his lyrics were pain-filled and searching. In 2002’s Feel, he cried out: I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans… … I need to feel real love And a life everafter. I just can’t get enough. His comeback offering, Bodies, is something different altogether. Make up your own mind:

Zapa Tag
Finally, the future is here. Open my wallet, and what will you find? A few crumpled notes, a driver’s licence, some stamps, a Cafe Sol loyalty card, a Lemon Coffee Co. loyalty card, a Bagel Factory “bagel” loyalty card, a Bagel Factory “coffee” loyalty card, a Tesco Clubcard (actually, two – one credit-card-sized and one key-fob-sized), a Waterstones loyalty card and a Coffee 2 Go loyalty card. You get the picture. In addition, I count myself fortunate to be

Addicted
One of the rarest delights I enjoy in life is discovering a new band. This is something I put effort into; I listen to perhaps 100 new bands a year, if at the rate of 2 a week, more if I’ve purchased the latest edition of Hot Press. However it is very seldomly, say once every couple of years, that I discover an artist of whom I have never heard before, but to hear them is like deja-vu, only stronger. The music and I have been long separated, and to hear it again is like regaining a piece of myself that went missing years ago, without my even noticing. Virginia Woolf talks about literature in similar terms: Perhaps it is&