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80 minutes to listen: These Are The Breaks
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80 minutes to listen. All your mixtapes are belong to us. Sunday, 27 April 2008. These Are The Breaks. Remember when hip hop was party music? Remember when those deliciously funky undercurrents and fat James Brown hooks got you onto the floor? Remember throwing your wigger-boy set in the air, and shouting YEEEEEEAH BOYEEEE! In the ear of any chump fooly enough to ask you what time it was? Return of the crazy one. Can I get open. Fuck what you heard. Word to the third. Don’t sweat the technique.
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80 minutes to listen: Jump - Stomp - Clap
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80 minutes to listen. All your mixtapes are belong to us. Saturday, 22 November 2008. Jump - Stomp - Clap. The goose drank wine. The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line. The line broke, the monkey got choked. And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat. Don’t let me be misunderstood. Mel Wynn and The Rhythm Aces. Trouble of this world. Somebody’s gonna love you. If it hurts just a little. Posted by Mustard Bomb. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jump - Stomp - Clap. The 500 pirates project.
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80 minutes to listen: Because You are a Strong and Beautiful Woman
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80 minutes to listen. All your mixtapes are belong to us. Thursday, 12 May 2011. Because You are a Strong and Beautiful Woman. It’s about empowerment, not hate and bitterness. That’s a whole different mixtape altogether. Ike and Tina Turner. I’m gonna cut you loose. Westbound no. 9. If it hurts just a little. Mary J. Blige. A woman’s worth. If I were a boy. It’s not right but it’s ok. Posted by Mustard Bomb. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Top of the Whatnots. You people will take ANYTHING.
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80 minutes to listen: Big Gut? Get Some Exercise, Pig!
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80 minutes to listen. All your mixtapes are belong to us. Thursday, 11 September 2008. Get Some Exercise, Pig! Fact) – different. But what’s that? The frenetic pace giving you trotter bother? Touch your toes after that, pig! Blowing up my mind. Gladys Knight and The Pips. Let’s wade in the water. Ike and Tina Turner. Funkier than a mosquito’s tweeter. Let’s clean up the ghetto. If it hurts just a little (edit). Got to be real. Dizzee Rascal feat Calvin Harris. Boy Love and happiness. Stephen Marley et al.
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80 minutes to listen: November 2009
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80 minutes to listen. All your mixtapes are belong to us. Friday, 20 November 2009. The Ike and Tina Turner Revue. Unlikely as it sounds, Gentle Reader, I too make mistakes. This was one of them: Ike and Tina Turner - The Collection. Ten CDs - 160 odd songs, twenty-odd quid. Bargain? Which leads to the packaging - ten discs - two inlay pictures, one set of sleeve notes. Yes - the same sleeve notes in every case. And no production information on anything. Too many tears in my eyes. I got my mojo working.
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everything i've ever eaten in norwich: December 2007
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Everything i've ever eaten in norwich. Eat first. Mission statement later. Passage to India, Magdalen Street. School holidays tend not to work out as intended. The intention is: sleep late, watch Battle of the Planets. Hang around the shops, drink dodgy hooch. What normally happens is: spend all day editing tedious manuscripts by tedious authors who talk tediously about concretizing the self. The decline in seasonal sprout purchasing since 1975 (no, really). Said political heavyweight (pun intended) is n...
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everything i've ever eaten in norwich: Nando’s, Red Lion Street
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Everything i've ever eaten in norwich. Eat first. Mission statement later. Nando’s, Red Lion Street. Christmas sales: the best of times, the worst of times. The primal urge to hunt and gather after a season of avarice, sloth and binge drinking; the hysteria of the great unwashed, sharpening their teeth for the Primark Battle Royale. And camping outside Curry’s for a billboard-sized plasma TV. The absurdity is not lost on us – after all, mattress testing is to mattress usage what the Pride Festival. Insid...
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everything i've ever eaten in norwich: Mambo Jambo, Lower Goat Lane
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Everything i've ever eaten in norwich. Eat first. Mission statement later. Mambo Jambo, Lower Goat Lane. A) beer, and. This does not make me unique. Indeed, research suggests that I share these tastes with several million other people, at the very least. The French, however, are not renowned for their respect for society’s mores or, for that matter, common decency in general, and hence have had the impudence to create Desperados. The tequila flavoured beer. Required to create this … this. This particular...
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everything i've ever eaten in norwich: April 2007
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Everything i've ever eaten in norwich. Eat first. Mission statement later. Belgian Monk, Pottergate. Spring is here, and with it bluebells, barbecues and the butter mountains of brilliant flesh that no man should ever see. It is a time to absorb every last golden drop of sun, ideally with beer in hand. But what to do at lunch time? One seldom has the opportunity to use both ‘medieval’ and ‘sconce’ in the same sentence, but with the chips arriving in such a vessel, it was, linguist...By birth – or a...
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everything i've ever eaten in norwich: Tootsies, Chapelfield Plain
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Everything i've ever eaten in norwich. Eat first. Mission statement later. Tootsies, Chapelfield Plain. People of Norfolk ‘do different’. Nonetheless,. Has a scale – I’d love to think the city is ready for bacon and egg ice cream. And blancmange made of numbers. But this is, after all, Delia. 8217;s turf, not Heston. My own search for perfection. Is less scientifically rigorous than that of Mr Blumenthal. In the grey area between plans A and B falls the steak sandwich. At Tootsies. Instead, I stuff the i...