May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
All things related to Mr Jim Kerr
Brought up by a certain someone in a post talking about wanting to die under a lemon tree, thinking about his age (again!), being in Sicily, and loving a good story. He always reels me in with his recommendations. I used to listen to Radio 4 dramas a lot for a certain period. I still…
I want to drown in the beauty of this man…
The walls (wardrobe doors actually…well, part of the display extends to the wall) may change, but the view won’t. A move will happen sometime this year. And it is just so damn exciting but also very much an adventure into the unknown. To be looking into buying a property is something I thought would only…
A great documentary about Long Island radio station WLIR that broadcasted from 1959 until it was forced to close from having its licence revoked in 1987. A champion of the second British invasion of the early 1980’s due to an overhaul and change in musical output. The station was very popular for those wanting exposure…
Ermageerrrrrrd! I had seen that picture of Charlie before but NEVER these pictures of Jim! Holy freakballs – I WANT THEM! Laurie Evans – I PRAY you sell these as prints! I’ve GOT to have them! How the hell did it take me TWO MONTHS to find these out on the web?! I suppose I…
A beautiful treat for Christmas. Cherisse’s tour diary with Jim recorded in Sconny Botland. I get Christmas in Scotland after all 🙂 Thank you Simple Minds for being the most amazing band in the world. And to Jim for being…beautiful. And thank you to everyone who comes to visit this crazy fangirl’s blog. Here’s to…
Christmas has arrived a little early for me this year in the form of a set of three prints from Virginia Turbett of Jim backstage at a gig at – I think it’s the Odeon in Edinburgh on August 27th, 1981 – and I think it may be post gig, as he appears to be,…
Lol. Cherisse sharing a pic on her Instagram account. Jim seems to have a new job as a pizza restaurant’s sandwich board man. One would assume the need for strong, sturdy legs made him a shoo-in for the job. View this post on Instagram A post shared by ???????? ???? (@cherissedrums)
My mum never knew her father’s parents – her grandparents – actually, she never even got to know her father for he died shortly after her birth – complications he’d long carried with him from WWI. Errol Forde Clancy was his name. First generation Australian, a son of Irish immigrants. Speaking of films…my Nan (mum’s…
I feel as if I have antagonised him in the past few days – inadvertantly. Today I kept quiet. Today I would have loved to have said a million things. At least several things – or just one thing. My usual thing I say on this day each year…”love to your mum”. But, there are…