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susan-keefe's picture
Dec.16.2013
A brilliant, hilarious story. About the book: Outraged at the market economic policies adopted by their university, Professor Vinnie McVittie and his colleagues in the Podiatry department kidnap a senior academic, Dr. Malcolm Moon, in protest. Initially they have little hope of success,...
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Dec.16.2012
I heard tell the five elements of a synopsis are:  a (1) hero who finds himself stuck in a (2)  situation from which he wants to free himself by achieving a (3)  goal.  However, there is a (4) villain who wants to stop him from this, and if he's successful, will cause the hero...
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Apr.18.2012
Birmingham Giant, Gnome, and Maniac Admit “Duran Duran Were All Our Fault!” Judge remands them for psychological reports  Nick Rhodes – “Fáshiön were an inspiration on the Birmingham scene. John (Taylor) and I used to go and see them at The Barrel Organ in Digbeth virtually every week over a...
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Feb.05.2012
I was at this party in a derelict hotel. The party was Mulligan’s, a shadowy leather boy I’d only heard of in passing whispers of disquiet. Along crumbling hallways I lurched, spliffed and looking for a light, past occasional knots of revelers, half-open doors like half-open eyes squinting at...
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Dec.28.2011
Birmingham, England 1978  Fáshiön frontman Luke Sky, and sound engineer Miki Cottrell are faced with a weekend of no gig or band rehearsal I’m in my kitchen, half-heartedly throwing a large kitchen knife at what’s left of the back door. Despite many years of practice, I can’t quite get the...
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Dec.05.2011
“Great idea, Jon. I mean it’s not as if anyone’s going to Barbs tonight to see The Clash is it. They’ll all need something to do.” “No, come on. Fuck this. It’s us against the world, right?” “Apparently.” Dik mumbles, but then he gets a sudden devilish look on his face. “Jon’s right. Us against the...
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Dec.01.2011
Birmingham, England - July 1978 “The Cla …. The Cla … The Cla…” “You’ve got the clap?” “What, again?” “No … The Cla ….” “You really should cut down on the fags.” “No stamina these keyboard players. What do you expect though? They just stand there all night.” “The fucking Clash!” “Congratulations. A...
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Oct.15.2011
I was eleven-years-old and we were still living in our tiny council slum. One bright and freezing Saturday in December I strapped on my plastic Beatles guitar, slapped on my Woolworths black plastic Beatle wig, and tucked my shirt collar inside my shirt. Then I strode out onto the "stage" that...
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Oct.11.2011
The row of terraced houses wound up and down Tiverton Road like an industrial accordion cast aside by a drunken giant. Grey slate roofs glistened with Christmas frost under the full moon. Roy and I scrambled out of the car and scurried down the entry to Grandma James backdoor. The front door was...
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Oct.06.2011
And if there was one place that encapsulated for me everything about Birmingham I was so desperate to escape, it was the British Leyland car factory. The factory spread like a stain at the foot of the Lickey Hills, one of Brum's rare attempts at scenic splendor marred forever by the sprawling...