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Fresh from their performance at Glastonbury, the Scissor Sisters join Simon in the studio.
Paul Simon You Can Call Me Al
The Paul Simon Anthology (Disc 2), Warner Bros, 4
The Clash I Fought The Law
Bad Company Feel Like Makin' Love
(Single), Island, 3
Sam Cooke Chain Gang
Sam Cooke - The Man & His Music, RCA
Lee Ryan I Am Who I Am
Elvis Presley Jailhouse Rock
Presley - The All Time Greatest Hits, RCA
10cc Good Morning Judge
The Very Best Of 10cc, Mercury
Scissor Sisters Fire with Fire
Scissor Sisters Take Your Mama
(CD Single), Parlophone
Plan B Prayin'
The Defamation Of Strickland Banks, Atlantic, 1
Johnny Cash Folsom Prison Blues
Johnny Cash - Man In Black, Columbia
Buzzcocks Ever Fallen In Love
Greatest Hits Of The 70's (Various), Disky
The Beach Boys Fun Fun Fun
The Best Of The Beach Boys (CD 1), EMI
John Martyn May You Never
Classic John Martyn, Island
Drivetime World Cup Wallchart
It's no longer about who gets to lift the World Cup - but who gets to lift the coveted Drivetime car sticker! As you can (almost) see, the battle lines have been drawn. 29 randomly selected listeners have been allocated a team taking part in the finals. They join Simon, Matt and Pauline in hoping that their adopted country triumphs in South Africa, so they can win the ultimate prize! We'll keep you posted on the progress of our contestants throughout the tournament.Official BBC World Cup Wallchart
Going, Going, Gone ...
So, after nearly three weeks of huffing and puffing, we’re down to the last eight. The riff-raff are gone – yes, that definitely includes England – with Simon the last to leave at the second round stage following Portugal’s 1-0 defeat to Spain.Our World Cup Wallchart Gallery
Still with us for the quarterfinals are Jason, Gail, Tony, Martin, Terry, Mark and Sandy. Any one of these lucky folk could win the coveted Drivetime car sticker. But which one?
All will be revealed soon ...
Strange Brew ...
Simon's son returned from Uganda and as in keeping with holiday gift tradition brought with him as a present of the local brew. Like lots of local liquors, Waragi, has a taste and smell to make you shudder!
So, we got to wondering about all those bottles of booze from far-flung places, now gathering dust in your drinks cabinet.
Joseph Piercy, author of “Slippery Tipples: A Global Guide To Weird and Wonderful Drinks” told us a few of his favourites and a few of the more beastly brews...
We definitely felt like dancing when Simon was joined in by Jake Shears and Baby Daddy of the Scissor Sisters.See the Scissor Sisters live set at Glastonbury.
Direct from a storming set at Glastonbury, where they were joined by the diminutive disco queen Kylie Minogue, the Sisters revealed the inspiration behind their brand new album, the excellent, Night Work.
Confession: Northern Exposure!
Dear Father Simon,
I write to unburden a great feeling of guilt which has rested uncomfortably on my shoulders since the dark days of November 1982. This tale has remained shrouded in the depths of time and I shudder every time my mind is drawn to that dreadful night in Yorkshire.
Let me explain. As a young 20 year old living in the South of England, my girlfriend at the time Glenda (now my wife of 24 years!) decided on a mini break to the North West.
As per usual, such breaks tended to coincide with wherever Southampton Football Club happened to be playing. On this occasion it was a pilgrimage for a usual stuffing at Old Trafford (the mighty Saints in those days were known as 'Southampton Nil' - some things never change).
Anyway, having received the usual summary dismissal by the opposing side, Glenda and I travelled across the Pennines on a cold dark night to meet up with my sister and her husband, who lived in a picturesque Yorkshire village.
Arriving late, we settled in and then spent an enjoyable next day discovering the locality and doing the sorts of things that you do at that age, namely shopping (the women) and eating and drinking (the boys).
Our hotel was a lovely old building with a roaring log fire and we decided that we would have a special evening in and a nice meal there along with a few drinks. As we were on holiday we thought we'd make it a bit special and would dress for dinner to really enjoy the local atmosphere.
Thus (not un-expectedly) the early evening was spent scrubbing, polishing and getting ready for the feast ahead. This is I'm afraid where it all went a bit pear shaped.
You see, our two rooms were situated across the corridor to each other
and as the ladies got themselves prepared, there were frequent scurries
across from one room to the other to borrow 'bits and pieces'… hairbrushes, safety pins, lippy and of course to ask the proverbial question of 'does my bum look big in this?' you know the kind of thing, I'm sure…
Us chaps quickly tired of this game, which seemed to go on for hours, and settled down in our respective rooms to watch the football scores on the in room TV. About 10 minutes before dinner we simply undressed showered and re-dressed, while our better halves where still rushing back and forth "preparing" for the night ahead.
As I stood washing myself there came the umpteenth knock at our bedroom door, by now slightly irritated by my sisters visits, I waited for the second knock and as it went unanswered, I reluctantly shouted 'I'll get it, then'… As it turned out, I later discovered my future wife was fighting with the hairdryer and was oblivious to the visitor.
I leapt purposely from the shower to greet my sister at the door. Flinging it open wide, and for special effect dropping the small bedroom towel that was around my waist, I stood there in all my glory, arms in the air. 'Hang loose big sis', I shouted.
What followed will live with me for ever. You see, it wasn't my sister standing in the doorway, neither was it my brother-in-law. Instead, frozen, eyes wide and face contorted in horror, stood an elderly, nay, craggy waitress, notebook in hand. She was simply knocking to ask what we would like from the evening's menu.
In abject horror, I covered my intimate area as best I could (in what can only be described as a cartoon manner), gulped, and after what can only have been 3 seconds (but seemed a lifetime) jumped back inside the room with a petrified yelp.
'GLENDA!' I shouted, 'quick, there is a lady at the door asking what we
want to eat - tell her… I'll have anything!'
Totally oblivious to my misdemeanour, my future Mrs duly obliged and
informed the waitress of our requirements… 'She was a bit miserable', remarked Glenda as she returned into the room 'and she looked rather shocked'.
She certainly was and there was no flicker of a smile later that evening
either as she served us at our table. In fact she positively banged my meal
down in front of me, and she’d given me smaller portions than anyone else.
So Father Simon and Collective, I now beg forgiveness.
Not to my sister who, on the occasion of my 21st birthday a month later presented me with a silver tankard bearing the words 'Hang Loose' on it, nor to my wife who found the whole thing hysterical, when the story was told.
But to the good staff of the Hotel and in particular the boggle-eyed, craggy waitress. I worry to this day as to whether the incident destroyed her ability to deliver or respond to calls for room service for life! I leave my ill judged actions at your mercy…