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Friday, 19 October 2012

Topflight Mfs- Radio show 121


Topflight FMS Show 121

 

My favourite internet radio show has a new show up and running.
Where else would you hear  an abomination like gangham style in amongst stuff like Prince fatty and Mungo jerry?

A summary of the show;
My Dick
New Madonna girl???? Lady gaga SMACK “they’ve been having a toot”
I didn’t know ringo was in a band before the Beatles
Who is not a shit house….what a minge..big nosed bastard
Bang up for that
Your putting sheckle in some tight arses pocket
Phils gonna kill me
Tales of Williamson square shop lifters
Canny farm/Stockbridge village
Rory storm-master tape mystery
Then we have a weird interlude where me daughter was in stitches when Erik played  “Start wearing purple” by “Go Go Bordello” and starts telling Andy how he found this song on his I tunes….and I’m talking back to the show, going “yeah cos I sent it to you two years ago”..then as Andy starts getting into it…and you can feel Erik beaming with pride talking about this song by Gypsy Punk..which is and I’m going, “Erik! That’s the name of the album ..not the band! I sent you it!!” and Erik is like, “yeah…I just found it on my itunes..i have no idea where it came from, Gypsey punk hey”
Pink floyyd mash up.
We never play pink floyd on the show
Tuebrook uncovered
Kirkdale
Canny farm
Shaving me pubes
I’m moist listening to it
Tea cosy reggae
Duck eggs
(Phils) Popping a trip now
Roxy music mash up
Doseki Beer
Norris Green uncovered
If you’re a neck end don’t bother
Gangham style reprised……………oh nooooo
Phil’s skinning up…he’s got 5 skins together and has got the roach in
Then we get rockabilly stuff from Johnny and the hurricanes
The Police
It finishes off with relatively obsure uk indie(nearly made it on the back of Orange juice and Aztec camera) The Railway Children……and then we get The CLASH , WHITE RIOT………what a hoot!..you won’t like it all..but I bet you like the show…….
phils seven skinner moment

There’s bit of everything , it won’t always be to your taste…but believe me..this stuff is a lot more listenable and adventurous than this,stuck in the mud, old fucker would  ever play……however…I’ll happily say that no show I may be involved in would feature gangham style  / nikki MINGE….even with black betty mashed in…Erik…I am coming  to sort your head out feller!

Have a listen to the show here;-

 
 
 

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Potters tales Pt. 279. Suggs' One man show


Potters Tales – Sugg’s One man show
 

So there I was in Newtown….. no I haven’t gone back in time to a fictitious northern town, where gruff Lancastrian scuffers and a softly spoken Irishmen cross swords with the local hoods with alleged connections to the Merseyside area ?..No, Newtown mid Wales, home to a boozer / cum hotel called the Elephant and Castle, a nightclub named Crystals, and the splendid theatre Hafren. My task, to see Suggs Mc Pherson (him of 80,s an onwards radical pop combo Madness) perform his one man show.

I half expected /hoped to see a shifty del boy type polishing glasses in the ol’ elephant and castle with his missus playing the ol’ Joanna,  tales of the Richardson’s, looking after their own, jellied eels, naww, just some very polite aussie girl dishing out local fare.

The pub came alive during a televised Man U Spurs one half supporting the team playing Man U (Time to polish me monocle and get up to that there theatre) Now I’m not a regular theatre goer but when I spied the polo mints  on the punter side of the counter, I knew I was with trusting folk, or was it a cunning plan to see if......
 
Anyway the lights dimmed, let the show begin! Suggs appeared, dapper as ever, accompanied by Deano an ivory tinkering,  guitar strumming Yiddo (*more about him later). Its true to say Potter and McPherson have shared the odd dram over the years but did he put me on the guest list? Did he fuck! So, enough of this name dropping bollocks, let the hatchet Job begin. What followed was, at times, a moving account (or did I have something in my eye) of his life, delivered in some style. (Tommy Cooper meets Dave Allen and its not over yet). If Suggs ever does decide to hang up his pork pie hat, a stand up jaunt would be worth a blast. At the very least this one man deserves a good run, and is truly worthy of your attention.

* Deano reminded me of  legendary scouse roadie “Davo”, the type of dude who can make a snare drum ready for studio use from a couple of ash trays a packet of rizlas and some very pliable gaffa tape.

The after show lig, if you can call it that, didn’t get off too famously. Suggs informed me he could’nt show for a drink cos at that present time he was standing in his bills,......time to meet the locals. One young punter whose baptism of Madness occurred at Cardiff when he was a wee boy, (a gig I incidentally attended as page boy to scouse pranksters The Farm who supported), froze in time as McPhearson, trousered up and made his understated entrance. .

A POINT OF INFORMATION, regarding the aforementioned gig; I / WE (my loyal roommate and I ) did not steal LEE THOMPSONS (sax player extraordinaire) Mersey-style bubble jacket! So he really didn’t have to kick our room door in looking for it! Why was I on the roof when the raid happened ??........Too many questions which need the mind of a good brief before they can legally be crossed..

Anyway,  so me, the missus, Suggs,  Deano and co-writer, Toby made our way back to a creepy hotel…. which was only lacking  a ghostly figure shouting “go baaaaaaaack”!  as Scooby hid under a sleeping bag and shaggys teeth chattered, ....... (keep up plebs).

Deano (who had 50 snots on his team to beat Man U 3-1, Hence the non anti sematic remark. Earlier, at odds of 50-1,… the final score being 3-2), was in full swing with ghostly tales fueled by drink and the odd Hamlet cigar, (apt I thought). I Responded with the escapades of  spring heeled jack,who they say ran along the rooftops of Great Homer  Street Liverpool. The candles flickered in the earthy chill. The night ended to soon after. And, o.k,  I admit I slept with the light on!......,those ghosts can walk through walls yer know.
 
 "Oi oi Potter old bean! great to see ya, but are you fuck getting in on the guest list!
Now hang on while i get me kecks on"
 
 
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You can still buy The END BOOK and see more of Mick Potters brilliant musings, some  lns & Outs, mad letters, good poems, shite poems ..and fuckin millions of spelling mistakes and bad grammar, as the book reviewers (poncy southern, ex student types) keep pointing out.

There’s a limited amount of signed copies in Waterstones on Bold Street and in the Liverpool 1 as well as a few remaining copies in the Ormskirk Waterstones store... and of course you can still get it on line here.
 


Saturday, 13 October 2012

you can retire....but you can't hide


You can retire.....but you can't hide. 


The truth will out. Justice will be ours. Justice For the 96 is coming.  The Families of those lost, along with the official campaign groups like the HJC have shown such dedication in the face of scorn from people who didn’t know better and downright lies and cover ups from the people who did know what went on and decided to use their political nous and media cronies to try to blame the innocent fans who were actually heroes trying to save lives, while the people, we entrusted to serve and protect, looked on or even hindered those who could have saved lives. This city, (that I sometimes despair of) stood together for over 23 years and just would not shut up or be told to shut up.


























The events  in the last month, and the revelations this week that there is “clear evidence of potential misconduct and criminality” by the police shows, at last, that we are not a city of whingers. We will not be shat on, we will not be lie down and accept the disgraceful accusations levelled at us over the last 23 years.

We will fucking fight till we win if we know we are right….get in our way and we’ll fuckin destroy you. Billy Braggs superb song,  (the scousers) Never buy the S*n, sums it up brilliantly.

I hope now that the guilty are punished and pray that no poor scapegoats take all the shit for those that instigated the cover up.

Never give in, never give up.  Justice…… Nothing less, will shut us up.

For all our sins and all our faults….there is no city like this in England when it comes to standing up for its rights.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

LFC -EFC Tee shirts- September 2012

Boss  new LFC and EFC tee shirts  to look out for!



 

To pre order the LFC “Warriors, we come to play” from hat Scarf or a badge, visit


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to buy the  “no al razzismo”, from When Skies are grey.  visit

 
 

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

September 12th 2012 - The Hillsborough report



September 12 -2012



The Release of the Hillsborough Documents and the British Governments apology.



I’m really not eloquent enough to express the feelings I have gone through today….hearing the UK Prime minister admit the lies and cover ups that have haunted the families and friends of the people that died on that fateful day and the vindication of all the campaigns and pleas that have gone on in this city ever since….I can’t express the shame and disgust I feel about those responsible for those vile vile lies, cover ups and attempted smear campaigns.

To hear that 41 lives could have been saved but for the incredible stupidity, unprofessionalism of services that we are supposed to be able to trust in and be proud of is breathtakingly abhorrent. The Illegal tampering of evidence by the very people who are supposed to protect this country form all things illegal…is just incomprehensible. It’s not as if we didn’t know this happened. We have known ever since that day, but we’ve had to put up with politicians, news organisations and thousands of ill informed twats, mockingly labelling us as a city of whinging bastards who need to move on …”self pity city” they cried.

 

Well now we have finally heard the truth. And the truth has revealed what we have been saying for the last 23 years and all those campaigns and pleas for justice have been vindicated.

 

However…its impossible to be relieved or pleased. Personally, I am full of anger and contempt……. and grief and despair for the families….ALL of whom should and could have been spared if the game had just  never been played at a ground that was not fit to stage it after it was revealed, “The report found that Sheffield Wednesday's ground "failed to meet minimum standards under the Safety of Sports Grounds Act 1975".

 

Justice has not been done. The truth has been revealed, the fight for justice goes on.

 

 


 


 


 


 


 



 


 

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Saturday, 18 August 2012

AUGUST 2012 INS & OUTS


Ins

Ormskirk

Rudesia

Hibbo’s Goal

The neighbours….gotta love em….

Civilians

Trannies from Talacre

Tea Street band

Thick as Thieves

Tangerine trainees

Tallywackers

teabagging

The Road End

Todgers

Tramps with better clobber than you

Taking thing with a pinch of pepper

Talking out of your cooler than cool arse

Tasering john Terry

Tantalising Tasha Jonas

Toxteth Teds

Tromboning

Tooting

Touting your tastes

Ten bob head

Testosterone fuelled twats

Ten ton testicles

Tickling tonsils with yer tackle

Twenty to ten on Tuesday

The The

Tripping on Toad goo

Thor’s teeth

Treating Trot Rot

Tweaking tarantulas

Tentative Tony

Tasting termite piss

Tapping yer temple

Trotting trotters

Toying skin Tags

Toga’s

Tattoed Taoists

Trying to terminate tiny ticks

Thick twats

Bad, gramer!?

Crap speling

OUTS

Bolt

Obsessive compulsive alliteration

St. johns market

Trampolines

Coach from cheers

Tattoo’s when you’re 50 or over

Corned lamb

Slow cooked elbow

Clobber that identifies you as a rogue

Stone island nazi’s…enough!

People who got dead pompous about the Olympics opening / closing ceremonies ….get over it “cool kids” it wasn’t a gig….it was a ceremony going out to armchair sports fans world wide..seriously what did you expect? Shack? The farm? The Tea street band? The La’s?  Big in japan? The sums? Or maybe the velvet underground or the wedding present or orange juice or even the Stone Roses? nah, get real.  I wouldn’t (and didn’t) mind the amusing piss taking stuff…..but this pompous “HEY this doesn’t represent ME!” attitude really got on my fucking tits. Of course the Olympic committee  will go for current popular acts like one direction and tiny tempeh, with a mix of acts that have gone global like The Who, the Beatles and Queen and a smattering of brit bands who have crossed the divide on a lesser scale like blur, madness, arctic monkeys, Elbow and muse.  Like most people on our various facebook pages I hate annie lennox and George Michael, Jessie j  etc and I laughed at macca’s and liam’s vocals…but I say again..what the fuck where you expecting from a UK Olympic ceremony??...and whats with the slagging of the remaining members of The Who for doing My Generation?? I don’t remember this vitriol after they did it at “live aid” or any of the hundreds of other gigs they’ve done over the last twenty years??...are you seriously saying those two fellers haven’t earned the right to continue to play their most popular song because they are now old and the lyrics are subsequently contradictory?...........if so why is it ok for the hundreds of current acts who have reformed in various forms in the last decade? ,like the pistols or one member of the clash…does johnny still want anarchy?, or is mick jones at 50 + still right to sing complete control or whatever? Or bob Dylan to sing hobo blues or times they are a changin’? Iggy Pop to sing Lust for life now he’s a 100 year old health freak?........from my own perspective, Jimmy Cliff performing many rivers to cross at the Phil’ was one of the most moving 5 minutes I’ve witnessed in years (in 2012)..is he crossing rivers in poverty stricken Jamaica this Saturday night?) Its just the same. So why are “The Who” villains all of a sudden?  Not only have they have earned the right, but it’s what their fans want to hear. …(and by the way, I love Mick Jones et al and what they are doing now)      

The Ceremony could be for the most part deemed ridiculous theatre mixed with some popular united kingdom music. If you were watching to see relevant and archaic musical talent , or music that affected you when YOU were relevant then tough shit.

Ultimately, unless you’re only watching and listening to new, young, upcoming, relevant musicians please get off yer high horse (and stop watching Olympic ceromonies). We all have different tastes. Stop thinking yours should have been represented at an Olympic ceremony. God help yers if I would have had the chance to force my blinkered personal tastes down the throats of a world wide audience!….oh, and as for the deliberate dissecting of Lennon’s Imagine, (not me favourite Lennon song by a long chalk) being criticised for singing “Imagine theres no countries” etc  to a background of hundreds of countries flags and ensignia ….give me strength!? The lyrics of that song are fantastical not fantastic and certainly not literal. (how could there be “no countries”)?? The message of the song is clearly dreaming about worldwide unity and peace, love and understanding..(whats so funny about that?) .By all means have your opinion, but stop being so patronising and self righteous about it. If you were that relevant you would have got the job over Mr Boyle and we’d all be slagging you off now for not satisfying all of the 26 million or so that tuned in to watch. Get over yourselves people.

Normal ins & outs service will be resumed in few weeks





You can still buy The END BOOK and see (funny) old lns & Outs, mad letters, good poems, shite poems ..and fuckin millions of spelling mistakes and bad grammar, as the book reviewers (poncy southern, ex student types) keep pointing out.
There’s a limited amount of signed copies in Waterstones on Bold Street and in the Liverpool 1 Waterstones store... and of course you can still get it on line here.