I like Twitter.
And I wish some of you who aren't on it, were - we'd have such fun. I look there before I look here most days now - says something, right?
After a few vins blancs on Saturday I blethered on a bit there about playing Mrs H's LP of Intuition by early 80s Brit pop-funkers Linx - had a chat about it with some peops, in fact.
I wrote that Side 1 struck me all these years on as almost synthy proggy - oh my; Side 2, more soully pop like you'd expect if you knew the singles, and bought the album because.
I dropped the stylus on it again last night, and enjoyment once more ensued.
Thought I'd post this.
For Rupert and James.
Linx - 'You're Lying' (1980)
[With thanks to Anthony @735songs]
I'm a little suspicious of Linx but will give it a go.
ReplyDeleteI've never twittered. Or tweeted. I'll put it to the Bagging Area board over the weekend and get back to you.
You and Two Jags.
ReplyDeleteAfternoon, do you think I can have a Hoegaarden yet without looking like a jakey?
Lynx not my bag, those synths, sound well, synthetic.
Legendary Labour pugilist John 'two Jags' Prescott calls it The Twitter, which I rather like.
ReplyDeleteI wrote that same time as Drew's. Weirdness.
ReplyDeleteWhy are these comments in Pacific Standard Time?
ReplyDeleteOh and sorry, Drew - have the bloody drink. I'm just off to the supermarket to get some.
ReplyDeletePresident Kennedy died at 3 pm. Central. Standard. Time.
ReplyDeleteWell it`s ten to five in Blighty so why can`t it say that?
ReplyDeleteOne pm Central. Standard. Time. SA, just to be pedantic
ReplyDeleteI was two hours further East. But still in central standard time.
ReplyDeleteIt's still 1963 in Yorkshire!
ReplyDeleteI dont tweet as I dont have phone that's up to it. I keep dropping the Trimphone receiver.
And if I did, I couldn't resist the 'just had a reet big poo' instantaneousness of it all, like.
Haven't knowingly heard Linx since 1980. It's not quite Going Underground, but if you're happy Davide, then so am I.
The rest of Yorkshire is in 2012 it's just DVD that's in 1963!
DeleteYeah Dickie, get with it.
DeleteA bit harsh, anon. I may come across as a gruff, brusque, stuck-in-the-past northern Luddite with the hide of a rhino, but beneath that Teflon exterior beats a heart that's as pure and tender as a sunflower seedling cowering in the cold rain.
DeleteMust go, it's Saturday night and am dashing to catch the tram whilst whistling Puff The Magic Dragon. The Beatles were just on Ready, Steady, Go! and I'm off to the pictures to see 'From Russia With Love' along with Kim Philby, Profumo and Dr Beeching. I'll be sporting check strides, a mop top and polyester underpants.
Nothing's quite 'Going Underground' Dickie, to be fair.
ReplyDeleteMy life is so intense I have just been contemplating carrying out a study into how many times I wipe the bloody kitchen bunker in a week!
ReplyDeletePerhaps Google is putting the whole world on Mountain View time.
ReplyDeleteThe children are cranky today but the Linx is lightening things up x.
I am glad to hear x
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what time it is there now but it's 8:30 on Saturday morning (western standard time) here ........ And it's still not time for Linx - cant get my head around that one, I'm afraid.
ReplyDelete*guffaw* I'll keep the Level 42 to myself then*
ReplyDeleteGhost Of Electricity time is always indicated by my little blue clock.
*only kidding. That's a step too far, even for me.
PS Drew: What is a kitchen bunker? Is it where you will hide and plot the defence of Lanark when the Sassenach hoards are at the city gates?
ReplyDeleteStopping in here tonight was much more entertaining than Twitter. Song did just the Saturday night trick as well.
ReplyDeleteBugger, this is the life with a new bab in the house, I don't get to get online for nearly two days after Davy posts....
ReplyDeleteIt gets easier Simon. Last night our two were babysitting next door till 11pm, leaving Mrs H and I alone to.....watch 'Withnail And I'.
ReplyDeleteTricia, you're a brick.