Yesterday on the show we nattered about driving tests and strange rockstar names (and those of their children, such as Dweezil Zappa, Zowie Bowie and -most recently- Bronx Mowgli Wendt). Woodside Wullie brought up the demise of Woolworths, and blamed himself – for a shoplifting incident (Dusty in Memphis on vinyl) and his offspring’s abuse of the Pick’n’Mix counter.
This unleashed a host of memories: Embassy Records, Woolies’ own label; Rigonda TVs and record players, cheap and appalling, all the way from Russia; Audition guitars, the worst you could get. Ladybird kids’ clothes and cheap cut-out LPs…
No wonder they’ve gone bust…
Today, as the tragic international news just gets worse and Robert Peston continues to rant about house price drops, I’m taken (and hey, it’s early yet) with this: Polish border guards said Wednesday they had foiled an attempt to smuggle kangaroos, miniature ponies and 11 pheasants in a passenger bus across Poland’s border with Ukraine. The bus driver pleaded ignorance. ‘I know nothing….nuuutheeeng!’ How many of us have said that all too many times? And also Chris Martin from Coldplay’s announcement that he has a ‘shameful crush’ on sometime vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin, the Alaskan bear-skinner. Unlikely attractions to public figures, anyone? C’mon, confession is good for the soul!
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