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The average Brit has the maximum respect for institutions and traditional values (how else would the Royal Family have survived) yet is suspicious of anything that smacks of ostentation or false display.

In his essay,England Your England, George Orwell asked “Why is the goose-step not used in England?” After all, he pondered, many other countries routinely use this style of marching in military parades.

Orwell concluded, that “it is not used because people in the street would laugh” and the truth of this observation speaks volumes about the national character.

When he accepted the job of directing the opening ceremony for the 2012 Olympic Games in London, Danny Boyle would have known that he needed to walk the fine line between high spectacle and dry humour. That he managed to pull this off with great panache  is a tribute to his common touch and to the skills of his team of helpers. Continue reading

I was thoroughly entertained by the BBC 4 profile on John Cooper Clarke and it was a pleasure to see that he is miraculously still in the land of the living after kicking his longstanding heroine addiction.

It’s heartening too to see that he is winning a whole new audience, some of whom were alerted to his genius when a neutered version of Evidently Chicken Town featured on the closing credits of an episode of The Sopranos.

This is still one of his funniest and powerful poems even when the emphatic adjective has been altered from ‘fucking’ to the milder ‘bloody’. Film of his performance in the documentary shows that there’s nothing to beat the original when it comes to the venomous delivery of peerless lines like:

“a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for the fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbours fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town”.

Poems like this and Beezley Street (which rhymes with uneasy cheesy greasy queasy and beastly) are Britain’s answer to Desolation Row although comparisons to Dylan are exaggerated for someone who has passed the best part of two decades without writing anything new.

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