Welcome to a very warm South Manchester where the temperature is a generous 32 °C (90 °F). We are having a heatwave in the UK at the moment, which is due to stay until Monday, when the temperatures will dip a little and some rain will appear. I’m going to a cricket match tomorrow and the weather will be perfect for that.
Until then, shall we answer some silly Sunday Stealing questions?
1. If money wasn't an issue, would you move to a new home?
I wouldn’t move to a new area but I would be tempted to move to a bigger house.
I live in quite a sought after area and house prices are quite expensive here. On my street there is a mixture of house styles from three bedroomed terraces to three bedroomed semi-detached houses but also there are some huge six bedroomed houses. I live in a fairly large three bedroomed mid-terrace house (dating from about 1900) and directly across the road is one of the big six bedroomed houses.
I think if I were to move I would just go across the road to that one. I would do this because I like the street and I like the convenience of being able to get into the city easily as well as the local shops, restaurants and bars.
2. Do you listen to different music when you're happy than when you're sad?
Kind of. When I am angry or animated I find mellow music quite soothing – something like this:
Songs like this are also good when I am on holiday. I love sitting on the balcony overlooking the sea and listening to mellow relaxing songs, especially when the sun is going down. Such songs also help if I am feeling a little sad.
If I am happy or getting ready to go out, I tend to listen more heavy material, like this:
To be honest, though, heavier songs also help when I’m sad and angry because I just get lost in the music.
3. What's your favourite way to unwind after a tough day?
Day’s aren’t so tough these days since I’ve retired. However, back when I was working, I had a kind of wind down routine when I got home after a tough day at the office. The first thing I would do was get changed and then make a piping hot cup of tea. And after that just switch off my brain and either watch something inane on the TV or just listen to some music.
It used to be quite effective.
4. What's the first book you remember from childhood?
I used to read a lot of Enid Blyton books when I was a kid but the one that sticks in my mind is “The Adventures of Mr Pink-Whistle”.
5. What made you smile today?
Mrs PM and I usually have breakfast in the lounge and when we got in there we found our two cats sprawled out in our usual seats, fast asleep. Star(dust) was in my seat and I did my usual trick and gently lifted her so that I could sit down. Both of my cats hate being picked up but when they are sleepy it takes a while for them to realise what is happening. Star(dust) looked up at me with bleary eyes and then repositioned herself to lie next to my leg (one of her favourite places).
Mrs PM did the same with Ziggy but he just stood there staring at me instead of lying down next to Mrs PM. He then looked down at Star and decided that he wanted to sit next to me as well. So he just plopped himself down half on top of Star and curled up. I had a mass of black cat next to me with legs and tails intertwined.
This is the first of two posts about legendary music stars that come from Birmingham, a city that is a mere 8 to 10 miles from where I was born. The first post is about Black Sabbath.
On Saturday 5th July 2025, Black Sabbath played their last ever gig. It was in Birmingham, their home city, at Villa Park, the stadium that is home to Aston Villa, the Premier League football team that the band all support.
I wasn’t there because it was too far to go and too expensive. However, I saw the them perform courtesy of You Tube. I have seen Ozzy Osbourne live once before, and Black Sabbath, also once, when they were fronted by Ronnie James Dio.
At the gig Ozzy Osborne performed a set of his solo material, before being joined by the other original members of the band, Tony Iommi, Geezer Butler and Bill Ward to perform as Black Sabbath.
This was a poignant moment for me because basically I have grown up listening to Black Sabbath and they were one of the bands that shaped my musical taste in the 1970’s. All four original members of the band were born and brought up in and around an area of Birmingham called Aston, which is about 8 miles from where I was born and raised. The band members and I have a lot in common in that we were all working class people whose parents worked in factories that spewed smoke and were really noisy due to clanging metal machinery. Of course, Black Sabbath are much older than I am (closer to the age that my dad would have been) but they all had musical talent and decided that a musical career was a better potential life than being stuck in a dirty, noisy factory for the rest of their lives.
Black Sabbath in the 1970's
Black Sabbath in 2025
In fact, the factory environment shaped the style of music that they would ultimately create and excel in. That style of music is reminiscent of the noise and clanging metal environment that they and my own father worked in.
Thus “heavy metal” was born and Black Sabbath were the founders and pioneers of the genre.
Some people have said that their music is dark, satanic and evil but really they just wrote songs that sounded like the musical equivalent of horror movies. Yes, there were some satanic and supernatural reference in their material but when you look at the subject matter of a lot of their songs they wrote, the meanings couldn’t be more different.
They are one of the most misunderstood bands around.
For example, “War Pigs” and “Children of the Grave” are anti-war protest songs and, of course, “Paranoid” is about mental health awareness.
The first time I heard Black Sabbath, I was just getting into heavy metal and a friend lent me the double album “We Sold Our Soul for Rock 'n' Roll”, which was a compilation album featuring all of the best songs from their first couple of albums.
I loved it so much that I didn’t give it back to my mate for ages. I remember my old man yelling at me to turn the music down because, like most heavy metal, it sounds so much better when it is loud. He loved traditional rock and roll but he absolutely hated Black Sabbath.
Over the intervening years, as I have become the old git I am now, I have followed the band through all of its changes, including Ozzy Osbourne being sacked and replaced by Ronnie James Dio. In fact for just one album, another of my other musical heroes joined as lead singer. That was Deep Purple’s Ian Gillan. Apparently he got drunk with Tony Iommi and agreed to join.
Their last concert was an event that lasted all day and featured many other legendary performers and bands including Anthrax, Alice in Chains, Halestorm, Pantera, Tool, Slayer, Guns N’ Roses and Metallica with a host of other famous people including Jason Momoa who hosted the event. No wonder it was so expensive.
I suppose every band has to finish and it is best to finish on a high. They are all old men and Ozzy in particular has been open about the health problems that he has to contend with. Nevertheless, I will still listen to their music as it helped shape my taste over the decades.
To finish off I will present my favourite five songs by the band. The order of the songs may not please other Black Sabbath fans but I truly don’t care. All of the following have a special meaning for me personally and I love them. That said, it took me a while to create the list and there are loads of other favourites that could have made the top five.
5. Neon Knights (from Heaven and Hell - 1980)
This is a controversial choice perhaps because it features Ronnie James Dio instead of Ozzy Osbourne. The song is from the first album the band released after Ozzy was sacked. I love it because I think that Ronnie is one of the greatest rock singers ever. For me it was perfect to blend in Ronnie’s style with that of Black Sabbath (Ronnie's style as in Rainbow and his own band called Dio) and it marks one of the peaks of my metal mania at the start of the 1980’s. It is just a brilliant song.
4. Never Say Die (from Never Say Die - 1978)
The album “Never Say Die” was Ozzy’s last one before he was sacked. Of course he reappeared in the band later but we will ignore that for now. This is the first Black Sabbath album I actually paid money for. The album itself is disappointing in retrospect but the title track truly stands out. Again, this may be controversial with some Black Sabbath fans but I stand by my choice.
Other Black Sabbath fans may just roll their eyes when they hear this. I just think it’s beautiful song and quite different to what non-Black Sabbath fans may expect of the band (but see later). I love the lyrics:
Of all the things I value most in life
I see my memories
And feel their warmth
And know that they are good
You know that I should
The song includes strings too, which for me adds to the appeal of the song and is just the icing on the cake. It is a pleasing progression from their normal output.
2. Symptom of the Universe (from Sabotage – 1975)
Okay – this is what Black Sabbath are all about. This is a really good heavy metal song with the grinding guitar and deep thumping bass line, accompanied by brilliant drums and Ozzy’s amazing and unique voice. This is a true air guitar song and as a kid I found myself pretending to be a blend of Tony Iommi and Ozzy Osbourne as I jumped around my room listening to this tune.
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath is a perfect metal masterpiece and certainly in my top ten heavy metal songs of all time. It has everything you would expect from Black Sabbath – a pounding grinding heavy beat that makes you want to headbang even if you don’t want to. Every time I hear it I lose myself in the music and shut out everything else. I love absolutely everything about it.
And finally …
For those of you who think that Black Sabbath are just a loud obnoxious heavy metal band, just take a listen to these two songs that completely belie that stereotype. I’ve played this to friends and asked them to guess the band – nobody got it right and nobody could believe who it was. They are both beautiful.
Laguna Sunrise (from Black Sabbath Volume 4 – 1972)
Welcome to a rainy Saturday in South Manchester. We’ve had good weather recently so it is a bit of a surprise to see the rain falling today. I managed to complete my morning walk before the first drops came thankfully.
This week's Sunday Stealing involves the word “FAB” In the UK we use it as an abbreviation for “fabulous”, for example the Beatles were the “Fab Four”, as George Harrison is pointing out in this solo hit from the 1980’s:
Although "FAB" was big in the 1960’s, it is used even today (probably by people who were born in the 1960’s like me). However, there is one use of it that causes confusion for some people and that is the use of F.A.B. in the 1960’s show Thunderbirds. When I was a kid watching the International Rescue saving the world with their magnificent Thunderbirds, I was confused when the Tracey brothers would acknowledge an order with “F.A.B”.
“What does “F.A.B” stand for?” my seven year old self would ask.
Well here (apparently) is the answer:
Okay, now that’s cleared up, let’s get F.A.B.
F. Film: What movie or tv show are you watching?
I usually have four TV shows on the go at any one time. Two of them are shared with Mrs and two are of my own choosing. Here are my current ones:
Gangs of London
This is a shared one with Mrs PM. It is a Sky show that is in its third season and is all about the rivalries between gangs in the city of London (as the title suggests). It is very gritty, violent and brutal and we both love it. The first two seasons were really good but the third is the best so far in my opinion.
Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power
This is the other shared one with Mrs PM and is a prequel to the Lord of the Rings trilogy set thousands of years in the past. We are currently watching season one and so far it is proving to be very enjoyable. We both love Tolkien’s Middle Earth saga.
Andor
I’m not the biggest fan of Star Wars and although the movies are very successful, I’ve only really enjoyed a couple of them. The same goes for the series too but I have enjoyed The Mandalorian. I thought I would give Andor a try and series one was very impressive. I’m currently enjoying season two.
Stargate Atlantis
As soon as I retired, I decided to watch a series that had eluded me for years and that series is Stargate SG-1. Since September last year, I have been watching the show most weekdays as I enjoy my breakfast after a walk and I have to say, I loved it. Sadly, I have watched all ten seasons so I decided to move onto the spin-off Stargate Atlantis. And I have to say I think Stargate Atlantis is even more enjoyable. I’m currently on season three and the Wraith are wonderful adversaries.
Movies
The last movie I watched was “Joker: Folie à Deux”. Compared to the original and wonderful “Joker” it was dreadful. I don’t blame Lady Ga Ga (as some may suggest). In my opinion, the blame lies with whoever decided to write such a terrible story and then make it partially a musical.
I’m looking forward to seeing the new "Fantastic Four" movie when it is released in a couple of weeks, although Mrs PM and I want to find time to see "28 Years Later" in the next week.
A. Audio: What are you listening to?
I listen to music all the time but I’d like to mention a new band that I have discovered this year. They are an Italian progressive rock band called Kingcrow and their 2024 album “Hopium” is absolutely amazing. Here is a song from it called “Night Drive”, a moody and atmospheric song that slowly builds up to an incredible crescendo:
B. Book: What are you reading?
I have just started “Mr Mercedes” by Stephen King, one of the few books by him that I haven’t read yet. Apparently it is the first in a trilogy and so far it is proving to be an intriguing thriller (as opposed to his usual horror and supernatural style). If I like it, I will read the other two books too.
I am sure that there are some of my fellow countrymen who like to stand in a line of people waiting to fulfil a mundane task or perhaps even wish to be rewarded after patiently waiting for the people in front of them.
But let me tell you one thing: I am British and I bloody well hate queuing.
It’s not so bad if there are only one or two people in front of me but if the queue has more than ten people you will see this particular Englishman, externally at least, roll his eyes in frustration. Internally I will be cursing, chastising myself for not getting to the queue earlier and generally my mood will plummet. If you are in the queue with me the only sign that you will see of inner self-loathing will be sighs of frustration and trying to look ahead to see how quickly the queue is actually moving.
If you could read my mind you would be appalled at the language of my inner voice. You would hear me mentally yelling at the people in front of me to hurry up while at the same time cursing the person who is dealing with the queue for not processing people quickly enough.
Those weird people who actually enjoy queuing say that it gives them the opportunity to chat to people in the queue. Have you ever heard strangers in a queue talking to each other? They aren’t talking about how much they love queuing. They are talking about how much they hate queuing. It’s a walking paradox or more accurately a queuing paradox.
People also say that “Patience is a virtue” and I am a very patient person – unless I am in a queue when all traces of patience are expelled from my brain.
I have numerous examples of being involved in a long queue and things that piss me off about standing in line. Here’s just one – a simple one:
I’ve just returned from Nice and while queuing at airport security, there was a person in front of me asking questions about what he should put in the tray to go through the sensors.
“Do I have to take my coat off? What about my belt? I’ve got a laptop in my bag, does that have to come out of the bag too? What about my keys? What about my phone? Do I have to take my shoes off? What about my watch and my glasses? And my wallet? And the coins in my back pocket? Oh – and I have some liquids. What’s the upper limit?”
Now these are all reasonable questions because every airport is different and the technology for scanning you and your hand luggage varies. Nevertheless, the queue-hater in me comes out screaming. My inner voice shrieks:
“CAN’T YOU READ? There are signs EVERYWHERE answering all of these questions FOR YOU!”
This only happens in my head of course, otherwise I would probably be arrested because there are signs warning you about being aggressive or just a very grumpy person in a queue. Outside I appear to be the calmest person in the world but inside I am a ranting monster and a raving lunatic. This is what queuing does to me.
If it were up to me, queues would be abolished. Practically speaking of course that is impossible because queues exist for a reason and they exist worldwide.
I have no answers. Queues are sadly a part of life and are inevitable.
However, there is one British stereotype about queuing that I embrace whole-heartedly. And that is when I see somebody trying to jump into the queue. British people HATE queue jumpers and the usual so-called polite and reserved Englishman will act immediately if he thinks somebody is committing the cardinal sin of queue jumping.
Here’s an example of a subtle technique used that Englishmen would react to instantly. This is highlighted by Larry David, an American, but the principle is the same:
Such behaviour in England is wholly unacceptable and can cause outrage.
For example, we had a couple of minor celebrities called Phillip Schofield and Holly Willoughby who, at the time of the Queen’s death, were generally quite well-liked and respected (not by me but that’s a different story). They had a TV magazine show called “This Morning” that was very popular.
It all threatened to fall apart for them when they committed the cardinal queuing sin. The queue in question was to see Queen Elizabeth II lying in state and the length of the queue was enormous. Famous people mingled with your everyday Brit just to pay their respects and queued for more than twelve hours.
Imagine that: QUEUING FOR 12 HOURS!
However, Schofield and Willoughby used their “job” as an excuse to jump the queue and many people caught them on camera doing just that. There was complete outrage throughout the country. Many avid viewers of their show threatened to boycott the pair of them and for a time it looked like they were going to lose their jobs.
They were forced to apologise:
Queuing is bad enough but having to queue while driving takes it to a new and higher level. And queue jumpers in this situation are treated as if they are beneath contempt.
Picture the scene. You are driving on a three lane motorway and two of the lanes are blocked or closed a couple of miles ahead. This means that everybody in the two closed lanes has to merge into the one open lane. There is usually ample notice so the right thing to do is to gradually edge over to merge. People in the open lane acknowledge this and are quite happy to let people merge in gradually. However, there are some people (and let’s call them by their true name – arseholes) who decide that they are going to avoid the queues to merge and just rush down to the blockage itself and merge there thus avoiding most of the queue. This is a crime that should be punishable by law in the eyes of most people and as soon as people in the queue recognise what is happening, they all band together to stop the arsehole from merging.
Similarly this can happen if people try to avoid queuing for a turnoff by waiting until the last minute to join those who have been queuing for ages. At this point road rage can definitely enter the equation and you can see some of the reactions if you look up queue jumping cars in Britain, where people post dashcam footage to name and shame the drivers.
Queue jumping seems to be more rife abroad. I was in Crete many years ago and queuing to get on a boat when all of a sudden a bunch of Germans tried to push in at the front as if there were no such thing as queue etiquette. They were quickly dispatched to the back of the queue by a rather angry English lady at the front.
This is what queuing does to people.
Next time you are in a queue try thinking about being in the queue with me. You will see a calm person queuing in an orderly fashion, occasionally rolling his eyes or sighing. If you try talking to me I will say something like “I wish this queue would hurry along.” But know that my inner hulk is raging. Thankfully nobody will ever see that inner hulk nor will you hear me reciting the lyrics in the following song. I hate queuing but I will never be a queue jumper:
Welcome to a sunny and warm South Manchester, where the sun is shining from a blue sky with a few white clouds dotted around. Today my younger sister is visiting from Harrogate so I just have time to squeeze in a few silly questions from Sunday Stealing.
Actually, as the title of this post suggests it’s more to do with completing some thoughts. Let’s dive in shall we.
1. I wish someone would ...
I wish someone would grant me a thousand wishes. I wouldn’t abuse them I promise.
Perhaps my first wish would be to force all politicians to actually tell the truth when they are so pompously and blatantly lying to our faces. This would make a good future blog post actually so watch this space.
2. When I order Chinese food ...
When I order Chinese food I always suggest sharing the dishes that we order so that we can enjoy a variety of food.
This is the only cuisine I do with this actually because my normal approach is this:
However, I love Chinese food (especially in China itself) so I am happy to sample the delights of other people’s dishes and allow them to sample mine. It’s hypocritical I know but then I’m not perfect by any means.
3. I know it's not everyone's favourite activity, but I actually enjoy ...
I know it's not everyone's favourite activity, but I actually enjoy watching cricket.
Since I retired, I have joined Lancashire Cricket Club which means that I can pop up to Old Trafford to watch cricket matches. I had a chat with a friend on WhatsApp about this and the conversation went like this:
MATE: So how’s retirement?
PM: It’s great – I’ve got a few cricket matches booked.
MATE: Jeez!! Cricket???? If you’re that bored why don’t you come back to work?
PM: HA HA! I’d rather watch paint dry in a dark cellar than come back to work.
MATE: Watching paint dry is more interesting than watching cricket!!
I understand that a lot of people don’t like cricket but there is nothing more relaxing than watching a nice game of cricket on a sunny day with the occasional beer. I enjoy it and I will be renewing my membership next season too.
5. A major pet peeve of mine is ...
A major pet peeve of mine is listening to people who bullshit about how good they are.
You know the kind of people (we’ve all met them). Whatever you tell them you’ve been doing or have achieved, they have done the same thing better than you or they have made a bigger mess of it than you.
It’s like a competition with them. I knew a bloke like this many years ago who used to tell tall stories and exaggerate to the point where he was unbelievable.
One day there were four us on a site trip to Amsterdam and one of my mates said that he had been camping in the Lake District and had an encounter with a fox during the night. Mr Bullshit said:
“That’s nothing. I was camping in Yosemite and on that trip, I had to hide from a bear. And as I hid, I heard screams. I went outside after ten minutes and found an unconscious bloke. I dragged him into my tent to keep him warm but when I woke up he was dead. I spent most of the night with a corpse.”
We didn’t believe him at all because this was a typical tall tale. The Lake District in the UK became Yosemite in the US, the fox became a bear and he threw in a corpse for good measure as a sort of icing on the cake. The more we scrutinised his story the more huge holes we found.
Later, that same evening, we saw a pinball machine in a bar.
“I don’t want to play pinball,” he insisted.
“Why not?” we asked.
“Because I’m just too good – I’ll beat you all. I’ve won loads of money off people because I’m so good.”
By this stage we were totally sick of his bullshit. We challenged him to play and eventually he gave in. One of our number had only played pinball once or twice and I was pretty poor too. We played three times each and each time Mr Bullshit finished last. Even the guy who had only played once or twice beat him easily.
I have a few other tall tales he told but maybe I’ll save that for a separate post.
6. I remember when my grandfather ...
I remember when my grandfather told me about his wartime experience.
My dad’s dad was involved in World War II and was captured in Europe. My grandmother was told that he was missing in action and assumed the worst. When the war was over, he came back and turned up on the front door. Apparently he said “Hi love, I’m back.”
My grandmother promptly fainted, so I was told.
7. I am not fazed at all by ...
I am not fazed at all by the things people say about me.
To be honest, I used to care a lot when I was younger but these days I have a thick skin and when somebody criticises me I just ignore it. I think it’s probably due to having worked with one or two over-critical managers over the years and in the end I used to ignore them completely.
The vast majority of people I’ve had as managers have been amazing and some are still good mates. Nevertheless you get the odd one who doesn’t have a good word for anybody.
It’s the “I’m better than you so I will say what I like and you will do it.” attitude that used to really annoy me.
As my career progressed I stopped listening to such people and their opinions and started to fight back or just call them out or, best of all, just ignore them.
8. Long car rides ...
Long car rides bore me to tears.
In the UK most car rides are reasonably short. The longest one I have been on was from Manchester to Cornwall and that took hours and was tedious. But that is short compared to some in other countries. In Australia for example we drove from Brisbane to Sydney over several days, stopping off at various places. However, one day, we basically set off in the morning and arrived late at night and I was so bored even though I was in a different country. It’s the same in America. I love to travel but I hate getting there.
9. I don't understand the fuss over ...
I don’t understand the fuss over the royal family.
Some people in the UK get really upset when you criticise the royal family. They are human beings just like the rest of us and they are therefore subject to the same flaws that we all have.
I don’t hate them; I just don’t get it and I certainly don't care what happens to them. .
10. When I'm home alone ...
When I’m home alone, like I am now, I always find something to entertain the introvert inside of me.
As I said, my sister is arriving later today and that is when I will unleash the extrovert. For now though, the introvert is in charge and when Mrs PM gets home later, he will pop back into his little room in my mind.
Welcome to a dreary and rainy South Manchester. I’ve been busy over the last week going to a gig, evenings out with friends and family and watching cricket so I am quite happy to have a boring Saturday to reset a little.
And what better way to spice up things with a silly post answering silly questions from Sunday Stealing.
1. What's your life's motto?
I don’t have one, but by the time I have finished this question I will have created one. I did spot some amusing ones when I looked on the internet for inspiration so I’ll share those with you first:
Don’t give up on your dreams – keep sleeping.
Arrive late. Get there as soon as you want to.
Be happy. It drives people crazy.
Age doesn’t matter – unless you are cheese.
Don’t be superstitious. But you can be a little stitious if you like.
Life’s too short to be normal so just stay weird.
Actually, I like that last one, mainly because I am a weirdo myself. I think life mottos are supposed to be uplifting and positive and, generally, I don’t go for these positive affirmations because they make me cringe. Here are some examples:
There is no one better to be than myself.
Today I choose to be confident.
I’m good enough, strong enough, brave enough, capable enough and smart enough.
The world is a great place because I am in it.
I can understand why people love them and why they work, but personally I find them a little condescending and irritating. See what I mean? I’m a weirdo.
Anyway, I’ve had enough time to come up with my own life motto. Here it is:
Ignore people who don’t want to be your friend. It’s their loss not yours.
Actually, that makes me cringe inwardly too. Here’s another:
Laughter is your best friend. The world is a weird place and there is also something to laugh at, even when times are hard.
2. Where were you living 13 years ago?
I was living in the same house as I do now. We moved in way back in May 2002. I remember the year because it was the year after the 9/11 attacks (see later).
3. Is anyone jealous of you?
I seriously doubt it, though I think there are a few of my ex-work colleagues who are envious of the fact that I have retired. When I see them, I usually ask how they are and, invariably, they say “Well work is a little crap at the moment”
To which I reply: “What is this “work” of which you speak?”
They usually reply with an expletive filled sentence. I need to stop making fun of them.
4. Where were you when you heard about the 9/11 terror attacks?
I was at work and it was in the afternoon UK time.
I received a text message from a friend who rarely sends text messages, saying “An aeroplane has just hit the World Trade Center”. I mentioned it to my colleagues and we started chatting about it thinking that it was a tragic accident. However, another colleague shouted across “Another plane has hit the other tower”.
We were shocked and we heard that management had the news on TV upstairs in the office boardroom, so I popped upstairs to see what was happening. We all stood there in shock at the terrible images as we watched events unfold on the BBC.
I decided to leave work early and drove home to watch the coverage on BBC news only to discover the full extent of the horror. Mrs PM arrived home later and she too was shocked, especially when the two towers collapsed.
It kind of hit home to me because two years earlier, Mrs PM and I had been to New York for New Year with a couple of friends. We stayed in Tribeca and could see the twin towers from our hotel bedroom. I remember walking down from the hotel to the Financial District and we actually had breakfast in a diner that was very close to the World Trade Center. We were going to go to the top of one of the towers but my fear of heights got the better of me and we didn’t bother.
I love New York and the whole thing was very upsetting. I thought about all of the commuters we saw in the morning on their way to work and the police and firemen that we saw doing their jobs in the city.
I remember The Square Diner, a little place in Tribeca where we had breakfast every other day we there, with the free refills of “cwoffee” (I love the New York accent). I remember being in Times Square to witness New Year 1999 in the freezing cold temperatures and then heading to an Irish bar nearby where we stayed until 2am. I remember seeing so many yellow taxi cabs in the wee small hours of the morning as we made our way back to the hotel.
My heart was with New York and the people of America that day. And it still saddens me when I think about it, especially answering this question.
5. Do you consider yourself kind?
I am quite a kind person I think. I will always try to help friends and family and also people I don’t know if I can. Why wouldn’t you?
6. Can you change your car's oil?
Absolutely not. I can do half the job, which is add oil to the car. But changing the oil means crawling under the car and, I’ve heard, it can be tricky. I’d rather a qualified person at the garage do that.
7. What's the last thing you heard about your first love?
I have made no effort to find out anything about my first real girlfriend. I was just an eighteen year old kid, getting ready to go to university and she was sixteen. We both lived in Walsall and my parents really liked her, especially my mum who thought that I would end up marrying her. Unfortunately it wasn’t to be and although we were together for a year, the prospect of leaving Walsall made me think deeply about our relationship. We had an argument and in the heat of the moment I ended the relationship, much to my mum’s disappointment. The last time I saw her was about three years later when I had returned from Liverpool for the summer. I bumped into her in a pub in Walsall and we exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes. I haven’t seen her since, nor have I tried to find out anything about her.
8. Have you ever been burned by love?
Oh yes. At university I really liked a girl, who I will call X, and she ripped out my heart. The worst thing about it was that she did so in front of her best friend who kind of helped her to deliver the terrible news that she didn’t want to go out with me at all. I was devastated.
Then about two years later, I was in a pub in Manchester and I saw a woman who I recognised from somewhere. She was with her boyfriend and, fuelled by a little alcohol, I plucked up the courage to ask her if we had ever met. She told me that she didn’t recognise me at all but then asked a little bit about me in case we perhaps had met before and forgotten. We both discovered that we were both at Liverpool University at the same time as was her boyfriend and we had a good conversation and reminisced about the time. Eventually she said:
“It’s a shame I didn’t know you at university. You’re a nice lad and I think we would have been good mates.”
And at that moment, I suddenly recognised her. And I was filled with horror. It was X’s best friend, the one who had laughed when X tore my heart out and threw it to her hellhounds as a chew toy:
At that point, I made an excuse to leave and we shook hands and I somehow managed to smile as those feelings of rejection resurfaced.
That was almost four decades ago. Wow – that makes me feel so old.
9. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
I went to a horse race meeting at Haydock Park a couple of weeks ago and I paid for my seven bets with cash. I’m not a gambler really but it is fun. I ended up losing just £10, so it wasn’t that bad a day. It could have been worse.
10. Do you hug your friends?
Yes, generally I do, both male and female. I usually leave it to the other person to choose, especially if they are female.
Generally I don’t like power ballads. To be honest, I don’t know what constitutes a power ballad because different people define them differently. According to a definition I found:
A power ballad is a slow rock song with a strong, emotional vocal delivery and typically a grandiose production.
Since the 1980’s almost all rock bands I love have produced at least one of these songs. I recently went to an open air tribute band festival where there was a Def Leppard tribute who apologised to the audience for playing two power ballads. I must admit that I used that time to have a comfort break because as much as I love the band, I am not a fan of their power ballads. It’s the same story with other bands too.
Power ballads are very popular and sometimes the most popular songs by certain bands fall into that category. People who don’t generally like heavy metal or hard rock find power ballads by such bands acceptable because the songs drift more towards their taste.
A good example of this is a female member of my extended family, who shall remain nameless and hates my music with a passion. She is an elderly lady in her mid 70’s, and she loves boy bands and her favourite artist is Barry Manilow. She claims to be a “Fanilow” and has dragged her poor husband to see him on a couple of occasions. When we visit her, she always makes a point of putting on music by Take That to wind me up (because I despise them). Last Christmas we were in a car with her and just to completely irritate me, she put on “Stay” by East 17 which made me feel like opening the door and taking my chances with the leaping out of the car travelling at 50mph – anything to rid my brain of that dreadful song.
I think you get the idea – there is no intersection whatsoever in our musical taste.
Or at least I didn’t think so. A couple of years ago, she declared that she likes a song by “one of those awful bands that you like, Dave”.
I laughed and told her that was impossible, but then she put it on. It was “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith.
Now I love Aerosmith and have seen them live about three times – but I am not a fan of this power ballad at all and suffice it to say, I returned the wind up by telling her that they did a lot of songs like that. She allowed me to play “Dude Looks Like a Lady” which definitely is not a power ballad. I laughed as she ordered me to turn it off.
Nevertheless, there are some power ballads that I like. My musical taste is actually pretty eclectic and my motto is that if a song appeals to me in any way I will listen to it whatever genre it is. This is the basis of the now ever-increasing overlap between my taste in music and Mrs PM’s that has created a massive Spotify play list.
We always thought that our two tastes were mutually exclusive but the Covid pandemic proved both of us wrong. This is why I am going to see one of Mrs PM’s favourite bands, called Massive Attack and the brand new Coop Live indoor arena in Manchester this Thursday evening. It is the biggest indoor arena in the UK and it only opened last year. I haven’t been yet and I can’t believe that my first gig will be one of Mrs PM’s favourite artists.
Here is a song that I like by the band (in case you haven’t heard of them). It’s an ambient electronic song, which is a genre I quite like, and it’s called “Teardrop”:
Now to the point of this post. As I said above, there are a few power ballads that I like so I thought I would share them with you. I generally find power ballads are too mushy, especially those by the likes of Bon Jovi who love to sing about love and give me the urge to find a vomit bag. None of the ones below are about love, but they are beautiful songs.
I hope you like these odd ones.
The first is a beautiful song called “The Answer Lies Within” by Dream Theater which is about finding courage within yourself and learning from your setbacks to make you stronger.
Next is Devin Townsend singing “Spirits Will Collide” which has the same subject matter as the previous one.
Next is Riverside with the great title “Lost (Why Should I Be Frightened By a Hat?)” which talks about moving forward having reflected on one’s past.
Next is Queensrÿche with “Silent Lucidity”, which at first listen seems to be an uplifting song about supporting somebody who has problems but is really a song about controlling people’s dreams.
Finally, a beautiful song by Steven Wilson called “Deform to Form a Star”. I have no idea what it is about but I do know that it isn’t about love.
I think this goes to prove that I will give some bands a chance (apart from Take That or Barry Manilow of course).
