we used to sit there and invent scenario's where poor old jim was in his head at that time...perhaps in pre war , romantic paris in a fine restruarant playing the piano to a collection of france's finest bohemian crowd ..indulging in the finest wines known to hummanity
only to wake up covered in vomit and dorito's and a crumpled errection in his hand with a bill for £120 for outstanding kibble on credit .
Watched the Wolf of Wall Street again last night, and that Equaliser scene stood out, laughed hard when he changed his accent, completely forgot that bit
Used to love 'Trouble' - seem to remember he had a night at Legends in Soho - went a good few times 20 odd years ago - always like his sound and style - still follow him on Soundcloud and listen to his stuff every now and then - proper DJ
too right smashy and dan....one of the chaps.
Last time I saw him was at Canvas@Secretsundaze/Faith Bash. He was rather good on the warm up before Trevor Fung. Colin Favour stole the show that night.
..anyone ever go to The Loft at Dingwalls? Wednesday night session, always had amazing guests, remember Jocelyn Brown, who'd just popped in for a boogie, getting dragged up from the dance floor and doing impromptu vocals while Trouble cut-up some old Salsoul dubs.
A mate of mine has a great collection of his old Kiss shows on cassettes... even though it wasn't really my style at the time, there's something very exciting and '90's' about them.
Hope he's doing OK... I know he was pretty seriously ill a couple of years back
I like to imagine Glen in a certain way. I find it adds even more humour to his aleady humourous postings. I imagine him as a slightly plump balding man in a tweed suit and spectacles. He smells a little bit of malt vingar, like he's been pickling onions from his smallholding all weekend.
He has the air of a Mr Chips or Higgins from Magnum. He is methodical in his daily routine. He wakes, he showers, he packs two rounds of cheese and homemade pickle sandwiches into his lunchbox and listens to the Today programme. He drives his ageing Volvo to the Probation Ofice where he has a desk, piled high with papers and with 'Glen Linghorn: Probation Officer' on a small plaque atteched to the side of his cubicle.
All the local criminals know Glen. He's the Probation officer they want. He's soft as shite and good for a chat. He cares. He makes them tea. He hugs them when they cry. He's like the father they never had.
But underneath this shallow facade is the Glen of the Bedrock Board. The beast of the Captain's Wheel, of Vi's drinks cabinet. The schemer, the debaser, the demon on a knife edge, the green man.
All it's going to take is a someone from HR to ask him why he's filled in his timesheet wrong and he's going to go postal.
what time did it all finish? It felt like groundhog day going to bed and saying to the missus "they'll still be raving at Fabric" (amongst other such middle-aged bedtime utterings such as hot water bottles, just finishing chapters, B&Q tomorrow, parents for roast etc FML)
Surely it isn't meaningless if djs are being booked/priced on the strength of it, Damien?
..I'm honestly not sure that's even the case anymore, as has been said some of that lot aren't even DJ's, it's an exercise in social media 'strategy' (manipulation).
I'm sure the ones in that list that are big with the kids will continue to do well, the ones that have engineered a place for themselves on there might get a few more gigs, but everyone with any nous is sceptical about it's worth and has been for years now.
The best thing about it is the lather it gets middle-aged ex-clubbers/DJ's into
..could we perhaps make spoiler alerts more prominent please? IT REALLY ISN'T THAT HARD TO DO, and maybe put them at the very top of the post SO THAT WE CAN SEE WHICH FUCKING PROGRAMME IS BEING REFERRED TO AND AT LEAST HAVE A FUCKING CHANCE OF AVOIDING SEEING THEM IF WE DON'T FUCKING WANT TO!??
What's this culture diversity bollocks? Since when is that a barometer of how good a place is? Load of cock. Ooh there's a group of Bosnians living in the loft next door and there's this DIVINE Cambodian restaurant down the road and it's always full of, like, Orientals so it must be good. Oh fuck off. It just means more cunts scamming and begging. For cultural diversity read colonialist past hangover. And who the fuck wants to live in Toronto? What's that all about? When do you watch the footy? It has mountains and lakes? Really? Whoopedy fucking do. Let's go walking on a Sunday then. When any normal is in the fucking pub.