It's bad when you touch me, icy gale

I was up in Burton-on-Trent at the weekend with Boojum. We did all the usual eating, drinking, making merry, and even some dancing. On Sunday afternoon, we all headed for home again.

( Warwicking in a winter wonderland )

Just before posting this I flicked through my friends page and found it full of the news of Tal's sudden death. Tal's not someone I knew, just someone I've chatted to in the pub on a number of occasions; he seemed like a lovely bloke. He'll leave a very tall hole in the Whitby scenery.

Dance to the music that nobody likes

It's Friday! It's about three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!

( You what? )

Today you are invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:

Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine - Let's Get Tattoos

Some time ago, ChrisC had the Carter USM singles collection on in his car. I was curious about it, vaguely surprised that I didn't recognise more of the songs, and ultimately didn't enjoy it very much.

A few weeks ago, I saw it in a bargain box in a record shop in Reading and, for reasons I'm still not entirely sure of, grabbed it. After a few listens I was amazed to find myself enjoying it immensely and, on occasion, Boogying Outrageously At My Desk. Following on from my recent PWEI wallowing, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm only just entering my 90s grebo phase.

Obviously, first and foremost, Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine is a great name for a band. A bunch of also-ran minor details like catchy tunes, great lyrics that veer around between bleak, gritty and plain silly, and dreadful puns should have secured Carter USM a place in the nation's heart. If you liked them at the time, let yourself remember. Go on, I won't tell anyone. If, like me, you missed them, check 'em out.

I think Straw Donkey... The Singles would make a fine addition to any record collection.