We all like to have a bet on what will be this week’s sho-in, don’t we? There’s one song towering head and gory locks above the rest of them this week, and that’s Jarvis’s Black Magic. It’s a Ziggy-esque miracle of glam splendour and I urge, beg, nay, implore those of you who don’t know it to give it a whirl. Just make sure there are no fragile objects within reach which could be smashed by the glam rock poses you will be mysteriously compelled to strike…
We’ve not done spooky stories on the blog yet, have we? Sure you’ve got some spine chillin’ ones. Here’s mine: I was strolling through a Canterbury housing estate one Halloween evening (as you do) towards 6 o’clock. Normal, red-bricked houses. Pots of geraniums in the gardens. Surbubia in all its glorious banality. Not a soul around. I was suddenly aware of an awful sense of foreboding and began to feel very frightened unaccountably. I looked around and there was no reason whatsoever for the awful terror suddenly gripping me. My sense of street cred didn’t quite allow me to break into a run. But I stepped up the pace and got out of there very quickly. Enquiries with local pals very quickly revealed that the housing estate was built on a site where witches were burned in the middle ages. Ta-DAAAAHHH!
Now. Let’s. Have. Yours…..
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