Whilst the GUB Club in being refurbished for a new season of dance classics, we'll all have to put up with the low tones of the Youth Club Disco. So, don your stack healed shoes, your bags with those handy patch pockets and your latest market stall tank top and let's take a ride back in the old time machine to the days of the feather cut, 5p for chips and a can of Cresta ('it's frothy man!').
I Am An Animal (1975)
'I Am An Animal' by Tiger was a thumping release on UA back in '75. Don't recall it troubling the charts but Tina and Suzy have just cut some kind of rug to it and the boys by the wall all agree with its sentiment.
Good news that Britain will remain intact for the time being. Now let's celebrate with one of the finest Scottish tunes in the Highland songbook. Hope the running-scared Westminster establishment knows how to keep its promises.
Yes, friends, it's old Hank Williams's birthday today, having been born on 17th September in 1923. Of course, as we all know, he met an early end in the back of a car whilst on the road on New Year's Day in 1953. He certainly packed a lot into such a brief spell on Earth and here's a couple of my own personal favourites.
My Son Calls Another Man Daddy (1950)
From the same year, in the guise of his alter ego, Luke the Drifter, Hank gets all moralistic on us. Too true.
I said I'd keep away until October comes in but I'm feeling a bit more like reaching out to the world again, so this is a tentative 'here goes'. Things have been whatever it is they are when a piece of your life disappears and you can't quite grasp how or why. Everyone knows how it is or, at least, will know. Adjustment takes time but we're all OK. Of late, the days have been filled with work around the house or out in the garden - I expect it's all a big distraction or, at least, some sort of twisted DIY therapy. My dad has been helping with all this kind of practical malarky because he has always been blessed with (a) the necessary skills (b) the patience and (c) a genuine work ethic that never really allows him to indulge in lethargy. So, whilst I take advantage of his talents, which remain in place at the age of 86, I'm sure it helps him to fix his mind on the here and now. 'Dad, we'd better get that fence fixed soon! And how do I go about changing the oil filter on the car?'
I spent an hour or so watching Carl Theodore Dreyer's 1928 silent classic, The Passion of St. Joan, the other day. It truly is a remarkable bit of cinema with a central performance by Renee Jeanne Falconetti that is almost beyond words: the 'close' close-up was made for her. If you have time to spare and you've not seen this superb piece of early cinema, I'd urge you to watch it. Every second counts.