Someone stole our local postbox. Smashed the wall it was in and ripped it out.
Apparently they don't do this to get the mail anymore, they do it to sell on the postbox.
This is the world.
In better news, Mickey Bradley was playing some of his favourite songs of 2025 the other week, and he introduced me to Glaswegian band Slime City...
I instantly fell down a rabbit hole that has swallowed up most of my weekend.
Their bandcamp page tells me, "SLIME CITY are a band from Glasgow, Scotland who play fast existentialist nerd rock for people who like sighing but also fighting."
Welcome back to this week's Snapshots –
songs about underwear! Ms. Klum is famous for walking about in her skivvies,
though she did agree to keep her kit on for propriety’s sake. It was either her
or Biggie Smalls…
15. Crazy, Hippy Lit.
Crazy Chick was a song by Charlotte Church. Hippychick by Soho. And Chick Lit by We Are Scientists.
What’s new, pussycats? It’s Saturday morning – time to Help
Yourself to another round of Snapshots. Can I have A Minute Of Your Time to
ponder who the folk below might by… and why, why, why their songs might be
connected?
This isn't an AI mock-up. This is an actual product that one of my colleagues bought and brought into work yesterday. What is wrong with people?
I can't swear to it, but the person responsible may well be the same person who brought in the lobster flavoured popcorn a few weeks back... which turned out to be the worst thing I have EVER tasted in my life. And I grew up on a farm. In Yorkshire. In the 1970s. The ghost of its pestilence still stains my tongue. As a result, there was no way I was going anywhere near this stuff. Even taking the photo was too close.
I like mayo.
I like gravy.
But if ever the two things are on the same plate, I go out of my way to make sure they never touch. The thought of mixing them together makes me physically ill.
It also reminded me of this...
Here are some songs about mayonnaise (ignoring all the tracks in my library that come from Simon May sessions)...
The very best song about gravy though is this one. It is a Christmas song, sort of. But it's one of the few that I can listen to at any point in the year.
I can do the regulars – Snapshots, Namesakes, Songs For Dead
People – but while I have a bunch of other post ideas… I really can’t be
bothered to write them up. New Year blues, I guess.
Here’s a new series which might get forgotten after its
first post, or might just turn into a list of HMHB tunes. Songs that have made
me Laugh. Out. Loud.
If I do write further posts, maybe I’ll discuss the thorny
issue of why certain members of the musical cognoscenti believe there’s no
place for humour in a serious pop song.
Or maybe I’ll examine why I find it so hard to laugh these
days. I remember in my youth, laughing till the tears rolled down my face…
nowadays the most I manage is a “tut of amusement”.
Maybe I’ll even find something to ponder about the
incredibly subjective nature of humour – how it divides our tastes even more
than music.
In the meantime, here’s a song that did make me laugh out loud the
first time I heard it, earlier this week. The general theme of the lyrics
provoked a recurring “tut of amusement”, though my liberal / snowflake /
prudish tendencies weren’t sure about the repeated references to the dog biting
his Mum’s bits. However, what raised this song to a genuine guffaw level was
the twist in the middle, when he takes the dog to the vets.
Subjectively, this may not work for you at all. However, if
it makes one other person laugh the way I did, if I can share out the
endorphins, dopamine, serotonin etc… if only for a moment… then this will have
been a good post.
