May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
It was never the reason I started this blog. Not to gain followers. It was never about that. If nobody read it, I would STILL be posting here. If it never had “an audience” it would still be going. It has always been about self-expression and showing my passion and love for this band. It…
A FULL amateur filmed gig from 1991 in Munich has appeared on YouTube. I only stumbled upon it late last night so I haven’t watched much of it. Enough of it to see he was in full scissor kick glory that night – two of them in the space of three minutes. Which then obviously…
This is the last place I am mentioning it, strangely enough. So, I will just copy the rest of my blurb from posting about it on Facebook… It might be a strange one to give away as it is so personalised… but there’s no point in me keeping this copy. I already have a matt…
It has been playing on my mind so much lately, it was in my dreams this morning. I haven’t dreamed of him for some time. The scenario was…backstage, at a soundcheck. Myself and a few other female fans. I’m unsure how I even got to be there given how the dream panned out. He was…
Yeah. Because some of us only miss you every second of every day and are made to feel like a sychotic lunatic for asking/enquiring/saying about it endlessly. So…I look in on FB for the first time in nearly a week, and it just compounds everything I have been feeling lately. I honestly do not know…
It seemed a repeat from some time back. One I seemed to miss at the time – or at least missed catching a copy of the interview for posting here. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.
A few of my very favourite Virginia Turbett photos currently on display in my bedroom…
Nae travel…
My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin. My life. My wife. Lou. He’s your bard. Sweet irony…