Good evening people. All Hallow's Eve is upon us once again. This time last week here in Cruel Britannia, the clocks went back one hour, thereby plunging us hapless inhabitants into the season of death and decay, which the more seasonally deluded of you out there are wont to refer to as Autumn. Not I though. Despair all ye who enter this season.
So, anyone who's been paying even vague attention around here will recall that I'm all in favour of scarey stuff. Other commitments have prevented me from doing the Halloween thing for a few years now, but this year, falling on a Saturday as it does, things are looking up. Not that I'm planning on leaving the house dressed as Wonder Woman or Charlie Chaplin as our U.S. cousins have taken to doing though. If I ever dress as Wonder Woman I tend to do it indoors anyway. Too chilly.
No sir, Halloween still equates to scarey around these parts, so I've a shortlist of movies that must be watched. Not sure what yet, but the Blair Witch Project is looking good. I've also ordered pizza that has the mushrooms fashioned into the likeness of a laughing skull. If I can obtain scarey alcohol locally, I'm getting that too. I even have a black cat resident in Chéz Sonique for the evening. Yes, really.
Moooohahahahaaaa!

Currently in the land of my forefathers, about to set off to West Wales for a few days of peace and tranquility. A short spell of the above will hopefully reconfigure my brain circuitry and put me back in general harmony with the universe. Restricted access to the WWW and technology generally will be no bad thing either. Just me, the birds, the badgers, and Mother Nature watching over us all, even when we're in the pub.
Canfod 'ch i mewn hychydig ddiwrnodau pop-fynnod.

Just a quickie boys & girls, by way of an add-on to that last post:
Age of Chance v The Guardian is out today. A great interview with Angus Batey, y'all can read it online here. Having just read it myself, I think I might dig out some of my old cycling-gear from the vaults then maybe wander around the environs surrounding Chéz Sonique in the hope of being recognised by Guardian readers. Yes, badly in need of an ego-rub here. However, a more likely scenario is that I'll end up getting chased into a deserted windmill by irate local arbiters of good taste brandishing farming implements and flaming torches. As of today I say, screw 'em - read the papers fules, I'm a Pioneer, it sez so right there. Peace, out.

The musical part of my previous existence is now available to buy pop-kids, as EMI have digitally re-issued the entire Age of Chance back catalogue. Yes indeed, the dayglo-constructivist-lycra-clad underbelly of the 80's is out there and available once more.
While I'm at it, here are some links which the more discerning music-lovers amongst you will find useful:

Age of Chance back-catalogue - Buy here.
Also released are 3 previously unheard tracks from the Playing With Fire sessions:
Definition of a Riot - AOC's wild deconstruction of Flame On and 2 other remixes:
The Longest Day and Midsummer RMX. Y'all need to hear these.

AOC Official website - here.

Of special note with the latter is the sleeve artwork section here. There are some great little hidden eggs in some of the sleeves for your visual delectation. Look carefully.AOC's legendary, super-rare 12" sample-fest Kisspower: Free download here.

Hello boys & girls. No, not the U2 song of the same name. It just is. A beautiful day, that is. October and the sun still shines down on selected corners of Cruel Britannia. I didn't feel so great yesterday to be honest, but today, once I'd taken my morning swim with the dolphins then re-emerged into the sunlight, everything seemed right-ish again.
Part of this has to do with me giving up on one or two projects that were proving to be a definite waste of my time and energy. Sometimes you just have to admit defeat and bow out, and I have. The upside is that now I can better use my time for things that really matter, and I'll be sharing these with y'all pretty soon.
Today I also dropped off a couple of big bags of clothes-I'm-never-going-to-wear-again (some of them quite groovy I'll have you know) at the local RSPCA shop, so the cats and dogs will all be cheering too. Good Karma must be on the cards for me now, surely. I have a definite cosmic backlog of that particular commodity which I need to collect, quite soon if possible.