Got an e-mail today from our local Lexus dealer about the new IS, including “images that offer the first look at this stunning new saloon.”

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Is it just me,  or have Lexus employed Joan Rivers’ resident surgeon as the new head of their Styling Department?

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The intriguing thing about the process for arriving at my Album of the Year 2012 is that all but one of my long-list to be whittled down to that final selection was a debut effort, and the other came from an artist that I was previously completely unaware of.  So could this be an indication of yet another changing of the guard?

the short list for album of the year 2012

I hope so, because if we did anything with our ‘Revolution’ of fifty years ago, it was to lay down a marker that the music scene should never be allowed to become predictable.  Neither should it be the domain of what purports these days to be the NME, where anything is simply uncool if produced more than five minutes earlier, or if not made by an artist considered as a legend simply because they have never submitted to a decipherable interview. Continue Reading

Joe wandered into the Microbrewery on Sixteenth.  The place was exactly as he remembered it from two years ago – noisy, bustling with people.   A local blues band was hammering out ‘Hard to Handle’ from the loft, and waiters jostled between the crowds taking food to the tables.

He had flown into Denver that morning, and had survived the flight in the back of a 757 without throwing-up.  He hated flying in 757’s, as they felt to him like they shimmied in flight, a movement accentuated at the back of economy, the location he usually avoided.   But this time at check-in, he had got the cold-hard bitch who was having a bad day, and so was entirely disinterested with his protestations about a susceptibility to air-sickness, particularly on 757’s, and specifically going into Denver, where sometimes the approach felt, to him, not dissimilar to the Khe Sanh technique used during the war in Vietnam.

He had come, reluctantly, in response to a cryptic e-mail from his old friend Robin.  In this, Robin had intimated that there may be news about Joe’s brother Charlie, who had left so suddenly during their last visit to Denver.  So he had arranged to meet Robin at this bar, and was a bit early.  Continue Reading

Well, at least the BBC Doom-Mongers gave us a day off before they transformed their bulletins back to the news equivalent of Leonard Cohen songs.

Volunteers from London 2012 still Feeling Good!

Today we were told that rail fares will be going up, that the Eurozone is almost in recession and that 54% of people think the Olympic spirit will be short-lived.  The first of those subjects was delivered with a technique that had been temporarily-retired for the last two weeks – the ratchet.  Continue Reading

They promised us a closing ceremony that would be one heck of a party, and as the last Olympians drifted reluctantly away from the Stadium afterwards it was clear that, once again, our organisers had delivered exactly what it said on the tin.

The spirit of the Games rising from the flames

In sixteen extraordinary days of summer in the year 2012, Sebastian Coe and his team showed us that it is possible to have a vision and, if you continue to believe in it and work hard to achieve it, then it will become reality.  At the end of his closing speech, Seb captured the whole thing in four words – “We did it right!”

Sure there were a few things that were not quite up to par.  The graphics were best forgotten – I still don’t really get the jigsaw puzzle logo – but what they lacked, the imagination displayed by those who decided on the venues and the backdrops to the actual events more than made up for it.  Then there was the BBC TV Coverage – sportwise absolutely breathtaking throughout, news-wise at times simply nasty.  Even last night, barely minutes after that stunning closing ceremony, David Bond finally reappeared on our screens to snipe at anyone unfortunate-enough to appear in his crosshairs  (take my advice, Mr Director General, sack him – sack him now, and all his grubby cronies).

But the rest was nothing short of the description given by the IOC Chairman, Jack Rogge – “Happy and Glorious.”  Seems I heard those words regularly in a tune that was played quite a lot in the last fortnight.

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