Fat Mancunian

It was Lancashire Day today and so I celebrated with a butter pie and pint of Vimto for breakfast and, like the true exiled northerner I am, told all of my Southern colleagues why their home town was shite compared to Chorley and the like. It was a day for notable deaths. A shock this morning to hear that Gary Rhodes had died overnight aged just 59. Less of a shock was the loss of Dr. Jonathan Miller at the age of 85 and finally Clive James' death was confirmed today, one that we and he had been expecting. Jonathan Miller was one of those people whose intellect was frightening, and I enjoyed the story about the letter he sent to Private Eye which they still have on the wall... https://twitter.com/PrivateEyeNews/status/1199685636892045312 ..and Clive James' did prompt me into buying the collection of his TV writing and Unreliable Memoirs (a pay day treat). I also listened to a great BBC Radio 4 show with him listening to archive recordings of himself which was fascinat

Read some “positive thinking” Blinkist thing last night before bed in the hope that this morning I’d be a tsunami of energy. I wasn’t but I did take from it a couple of ideas about surrounding myself with joyful sights and sounds and so I listened to The Fall on my drive in. My immediate boss (1) isn’t around and so I took the positive placebo and got stuck into my ever growing work list. I’ve been playing around with a desire to relive the 90’s and blog about it trying to convince people, the wider universe, that the 80’s were shite and the 90’s is where it’s at. I’ve had a radio idea fermenting, now thinking about blogging to go hand in hand with it. With that in mind I went on to the official charts website and started to listen to every album that charted in the 90’s in order. Three weeks in, pleasantly surprised by Loop and Jungle Brothers. More thoughts formulated after tea and a bit of work. I will expand once I’ve properly got a plan. One of my best friends from uni is coming d