I loved this article. Gotta say, my own taste is getting less about what’s new as ‘What have I missed?’. And it’s pretty MOR for the most part. Eagles. Springsteen. Stones. Teenage Fanclub. Beach Boys. Cash. Especially Cash. I could never tell you who’s number one, nor do I care. The new NZ bands for the most part leave me cold. Fair play, but where was everyone when NZ Music was at its’ peak – the Dunedin sound, Auckland Punk, Bailter Space? But I digress.

So give up. Accept it. You screamed along to ‘Summer Of ’69’ at your work do like everyone else. Deep down, you know you drove just a little faster that time ‘Thunderstruck’ came on the radio. Embrace your roots, and stop trying to keep up. Because at the end of the day, you bloody know better than kids these days. /Fogey
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I’ve been bookmarking some cool (well, cool for me. Shut up.) pages lately, and been slack about blogging them, so I’m clearing them up. I know, you’ll just have to bear with me.

First up – Zombie mob. These hipsters terrorised downtown San Francisco, George A. Romero style one Saturday morning, just in time for Land of the Dead. Anyone wanna storm Aotea Square, The Viaduct, or a Destiny Church parade like this?
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Some of my fondest memories are within the M25. Like a picnic with me mates on Hampstead Heath one grey Saturday afternoon, Tequila Sunrises in the Adelaide’s garden bar in Swiss Cottage, drinking six bottles of cheap French red wine with Aidan then going to a party all night before waking up on the Piccadilly line on the opposite side of town, Sunday Cumberland Feasts with pints in The George in Clapham South. It’s an extremely long list. Reviewing it, they all involve alcohol. But I’ve moved on. Kind of.

So when Carly Kirkwood interrupted my Thursday night’s telly to tell me the Tube was under attack, I panicked. I’m awfully fond of my friends there, and London as a city. It turns my stomach what the tube passengers went through that day, and what it’s doing to the world’s greatest city, a microcosm of the world.
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If you’re lucky enough to live in Auckland, then you can go to one of the world’s great record shops. The slog up Queen St to Real Groovy is one of my favourite Auckland rituals. When I was growing up in Hamilton, no trip to the big smoke was complete without stocking up on vinyl in RG (“OH MY GOD they’ve got ALL The Pixies’ Eps! AND The Smiths! Shit-shit-shit.”).

Their website now offers one of the coolest services I can think of. Just get an account with them, enter all the names of the bands you like into the ‘Secondhand Music Faves’ section, and Viola! You can track the rare and wonderful second hand goods that your fellow RG patrons have cashed in on. And order them right from your desk.

Cool. But dangerous.

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Heres some really wicked pictures of Russian Buildings that were designed but never built. Some of them look like what I imagine The Lost City Of Atlantis would look like. If it were true. It’s not. Cool if it was. I’ll go now.
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The Family Guy is a great cartoon, but SHIT you’ve got to check out this blog, in paticular the post “Mamas, don’t let yer babies grow up to be cartoonists”, in which ‘Spike’ reveals the flipside of what for may people appears to be a dream job. Hey Spike – welcome to the world mate! 9 to 5 ain’t easy – at our work, the coffee machine has been broken for, like, months!

Mackie Research

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I love to take photos, but I’m pretty crap at it (as you can see on the right there). Here’s some fantastic ones taken by Stanley Kubrick before he was a film director, which I’ve nicked from boingboing. I like them ‘cos they look like stills from his films, even though they’re not.

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Am I allowed to quote Sir Alex Fergusson after Liverpool have won the Big Cup? Yes, I think I can.

“Football… bloody hell”.

I think that sums it up nicely.
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Right, so here’s the only fashion-related post I’ll probably ever do. And it’s a fairly simple question.

How come, right, that men are supposed to be all Metrosexual and Beckham ourselves for hours before going to WORK let alone leaving the house on a Saturday night? Intricate haircut, IRONED shirts, moisturiser, hair product, washboard abs, face scrub, under eye balm, JPG Men, etc, etc, etc. Jesus Feckin Christ.

And yet, the hottest fashion items for women right now are tracksuits and ugg boots.

*Best Seinfeld Voice* What’s up with THAT?

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So we were sat in Malt on Sunday night having a quiet pint. Or six. About 9 o’clock a whole bunch of theatrical types (talking VERY LOUDLY) busted in at once and started drinking. Next thing a (very drunk) man and woman came and sat right down at our table and said “How did you guys go?”.

Turns out these guys had just wrapped up working on the 48 Hours film making competition.

“Ah, we’re just here for a drink, we didn’t do the competition”.

“Oh, you’re normos”.

Normos?

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