Ot- May calls for election in June.

[roger_ramjet]

"Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, excellent,
Head boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good lad,
Well done, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
You're just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.
Good boy, good boy, "

Make the Derby County connection for 5 points...

[ramAnag]

"Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, excellent,
Head boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good lad,
Well done, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
You're just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.
Good boy, good boy, "

Make the Derby County connection for 5 points...

Kevin Coyne...'as keen and sharp as can be'...and I claim my five pints!

[roger_ramjet]

"Oh what a woman, what a tongue, what an abrasive manner
And if anyone upsets me, they will regret it, they will regret it"

And for the benefit ot those poor folk who have no idea what we are on about, the DCFC connection is.....?

[Andy_Faber]

"Oh what a woman, what a tongue, what an abrasive manner
And if anyone upsets me, they will regret it, they will regret it"

And for the benefit ot those poor folk who have no idea what we are on about, the DCFC connection is.....?

Well he was born in Derby and was a Derby fan, is that it?

Back in the seventies I used to go to gigs/festivals with my uncle, who had been at school with Kevin Coyne (well, been in the same year and knew him vaguely, hence this story). we'd pitched up in some bloody quagmire near Buxton, a muddy field, a flatbed lorry and a single power cable that masqueraded as a festival. 'Backstage' was only seperated from the masses (lol maybe two hundred of us) by a rope, and I had eye on any superstars who might come into view. One did, and I said to Unc, not knowing his tenuous link with the bloke, 'Hey, there's Kevin Coyne!' My Unc was off like a shot, skimming across the mud like King Kev with his eye on a goal. He straddled the rope, shook hands vigorously with the bemused musician and went on transmit for a few minutes before giving the geezer a farewell hug and returning to our pitch in the outfield. 'That was fantastic, he is an old schoolfriend, great to catch up'. Unc was fairly buzzing. I asked him 'Has he changed much facially since you last saw him?' 'Yes, I guess he has' was my uncle's reply. I had to 'fess up. 'I'm not surprised he looked different. I got the name wrong, that was Kevin Ayers.'

[ramAnag]

Well he was born in Derby and was a Derby fan, is that it?

Back in the seventies I used to go to gigs/festivals with my uncle, who had been at school with Kevin Coyne (well, been in the same year and knew him vaguely, hence this story). we'd pitched up in some bloody quagmire near Buxton, a muddy field, a flatbed lorry and a single power cable that masqueraded as a festival. 'Backstage' was only seperated from the masses (lol maybe two hundred of us) by a rope, and I had eye on any superstars who might come into view. One did, and I said to Unc, not knowing his tenuous link with the bloke, 'Hey, there's Kevin Coyne!' My Unc was off like a shot, skimming across the mud like King Kev with his eye on a goal. He straddled the rope, shook hands vigorously with the bemused musician and went on transmit for a few minutes before giving the geezer a farewell hug and returning to our pitch in the outfield. 'That was fantastic, he is an old schoolfriend, great to catch up'. Unc was fairly buzzing. I asked him 'Has he changed much facially since you last saw him?' 'Yes, I guess he has' was my uncle's reply. I had to 'fess up. 'I'm not surprised he looked different. I got the name wrong, that was Kevin Ayers.'

I went to the first (perhaps only one) of those bloody awful festivals above Buxton... in Aug/Sept '72 I think. Worst festival I ever went to...Curved Air were on I think - probably helps AF remember - and Roy Wood's Wizard. It was also the last ever performance of an iconic American band who changed their personnel half way through...any suggestions?

Saw Kevin Ayers at Nottingham University a couple of years later...bloody excellent.

[roger_ramjet]

Your extra data means you share the spoils Andy.

Both Kevins were heroes of my youth - possibly the Ayres variety even more than Coyne. Throw in Hector and those were the days when Kevins were gods.

But Kevins nowadays...just not the same calibre. I feel inspired to listen to Moon in June (ok with Hugh Hopper on bass instead of Kevin) again now and Wyatts whiny vocals. And then the Divided Alien and some Gong.

[roger_ramjet]

Did you ever see it rain there, or was it just fogerty?

[roger_ramjet]

Or possibly Steppenwolf?

[Andy_Faber]

Or possibly Steppenwolf?

Prob Steppenwolf. 'My' festival wasn't the Buxton Festival proper, I'm just too young for that pleasure, it was a later folk-centred thing that I travelled up from Derby in monsoon conditions on the back of my Unc's decrepit aerial arrow to attend, in the hope of seeing John Martyn, who was too drunk to play. I've just seen a poster for the 1972 event, and as well as the aforementioned link with Curved air, way down the bill are The Wild Angels, who are still active and a couple of which I know, including their drummer of 30-plus years, 'Wild Bob Burgos, the Tattooed sledgehammer Of Rock'n'Roll', who just did a feature for my magazine on his time playing drums for Chuck Berry.

[ramAnag]

Prob Steppenwolf. 'My' festival wasn't the Buxton Festival proper, I'm just too young for that pleasure, it was a later folk-centred thing that I travelled up from Derby in monsoon conditions on the back of my Unc's decrepit aerial arrow to attend, in the hope of seeing John Martyn, who was too drunk to play. I've just seen a poster for the 1972 event, and as well as the aforementioned link with Curved air, way down the bill are The Wild Angels, who are still active and a couple of which I know, including their drummer of 30-plus years, 'Wild Bob Burgos, the Tattooed sledgehammer Of Rock'n'Roll', who just did a feature for my magazine on his time playing drums for Chuck Berry.

Gutted you two got that. It was indeed Steppenwolf who shuffled off after half an hour to become the John Kay Band. Seems odd a band of Steppenwolf's stature 'dying' on a wind blasted hill in Derbyshire...don't remember feeling 'born to be wild' that night...just bloody cold!!!
Don't remember the others but still listen to John Martyn...wonderful if somewhat tragic performer. Would be interested to know what your magazine is...private message perhaps?

Ram59...don't actually 'favour' a nuclear deterrent just not naive enough to dismiss the idea of it being a possible necessary evil. The incomprehensible expense of Trident I don't understand and I know nowt about trains but just thought I'd ask the question.