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Regular readers of this journal will know that one of my favourite blogs is Popular at Freakytrigger in which Tom Ewing - aka [livejournal.com profile] freakytigger - is undertaking the mammoth task of reviewing all the number one hits since the inception of the British charts and marking them out of ten. We've reached 1971 now, and just about to record the 300th out of 1000+, so there's a way to go yet. Tom has a good crowd of camp followers to make the journey an enjoyable one although I'm not sure I'll be going through to the terminus.

I find I agree pretty well on Tom's assessments (and his commentary is far more astute than mine could ever be) although there have been points where I disagreed quite strongly. And I think he has been a tad unkind to the 1960s which were, surely, the Golden Age of pop - especially around 196-67. But perhaps that's because it coincided with my own pop years before I got into headier stuff. Until this week, Tom had only awarded 10 on three occasions: to Nancy Sinatra's These Boots Are Made For Walking (which made me raise an eyebrow but it did make me listen to it properly and Lee Hazlewood's arrangement is something special); to the Beatles for Eleanor Rigby/Yellow Submarine, and to Desmond Dekker's Israelites. I'd concur heartily with the latter two. Personally I'd also have regarded as a shoo-in for a 10 the Animals' House Of The Rising Sun from 1964 (which Tom only gave 6 - shame on him!), the Beach Boys' Good Vibrations (1966), and Marvin Gaye's I Heard It Through The Grapevine.

This week Tom awarded his fourth 10 to T Rex and Hot Love, and all at once I saw I was being left behind. Bolan, the traitor, the psychedelic star of Tyrannosaurus Rex, selling out to the demons of commerce! (It's a good song though, and T Rex, IMHO, didn't get better). He who was Fair was now content to wear Stars on his Brow! Something else also hit me. It seems that for many of a generation after mine, pop didn't begin with The Beatles, who were an archaeological curiosity, but with T Rex, while I was wrapping myself in the world of the now-despised progressive music!

You live and learn...

Retro town

Jul. 19th, 2006 10:23 pm
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The last really important thing to happen in Barrow was when the local Rugby League team won the Challenge Cup at Wembley in 1957. Sometimes it feels as though the place is desperately trying to cling on to those glory days - it's certainly been little affected by the social changes of the 1980s and 1990s, except for the terminal decline of the shipyard, that is. My granddad's cranescape has gone along with the heavy engineering jobs, but the town has a distinctly retro feel that feels shabby at first sight but definitely grows on you.

All this hasn't done Barrow any harm in reinventing itself as a film set. They were filming today in front of that most priapic of Victorian town halls - a war drama (there were people in WRVS and ARP uniforms milling about) with Victoria Wood, who was busily chatting with the admiring crowds. All this was great fun, but what really touched me was the old dark blue Barrow buses that had been dug out from somewhere. Now that really took me back to my childhood! I wanted a picture of one with its colour-coded destination blinds (no route numbers in Barrow in those days) - White on green for Biggar Bank, white on orange for Harrel Lane, and so on. Even better would have been one bound for Rainey Park - a great joke for me and my sister in the days when it rained stairrods here for days on end (we could so with some of that now.) Alas, they'd set the blinds to boring white-on-black destinations. Still, it brought a smile to my lips!
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Dexy's Midnight Runners topped the charts with Geno.

Hull Kingston Rovers beat Hull FC 10-5 in the Rugby League Challenge Cup Final at Wembley.

And me, I spent the day at Hedon Road Maternity Hospital in an all-but-deserted Hull, waiting for my daughter Karen to make her public debut. She wasn't in a hurry - she didn't decide to come out until 9.30 in the evening, and that was under duress. She liked it where she was. Sensible girl!

Happy twenty-sixth birthday, Karen!
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From [livejournal.com profile] heathwitch this year although I did something very similar a year ago.

The idea is to post the first line or two of your first public entry from each month of 2005, which serves as a review of your year:

January: Resolutions made: To keep track of books read, bought, received and distributed.

February You scored as Canada.

March: I don't think we need look any further than the calendar for the reason, but I feel myself on the slide again and it looks like being another bad bout.

April: My favourite frootloops at Little Green Footballs are getting into a tiswas about a "terrorist incident" at Heathrow Airport.

May: I seem to have been drawn into 43 Things by [livejournal.com profile] tiggsybabes and [livejournal.com profile] laura0141.

June: I went to the doctor this morning for my annual checkup.

July: There's something very fishy going on with my landlord and the agents.

August: Ten three-minute reps with one-minute recoveries duly completed this morning.

September: At about 9.30 last night I started to feel queasy.

October: Charlie and I had agreed to meet for a gentle run around Bracknell Forest, concentrating on distance rather than speed.

November: Woke up this morning in one of those wobbly moods.

December: I should have done this yesterday I guess, but this is what I recorded in my journal on 1 June this year.
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I went out for a walk to see if I could see any fireworks.

There were plenty around, I could see or hear them. But the strange thing was that the streets seem eerily silent despite the almost constant bangs and shrieks. There are no bonfires. None at all, not even in the distance. No parties in the garden. No sparklers, no waft of baked potato, no smoke in the air. That's it, the air should be thick and smoky and autmnal. Instead it's crisp and clean and dark and rather sterile.

I wonder when it all stopped?

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