Soundtrack to my life

There's a new Half Man Half Biscuit album out. Cue rejoicing by the massed ranks of sarcastic balding men of a certain age, too old to mosh, too young to admit that they own a wide range of sensible walking gear.

This one is 'Descent of the Stiperstones': a beautiful range of hills (highest in Shropshire, fact fans) I've walked many times. It leads, as do so many Half Man Half Biscuit tracks, into an wry, well-observed disquisition on the absurdity of modern life.



If you need visuals, here are some old pictures I took on a very wintery walk up the Stiperstones, involving lunching on top of a dead sheep. Again.

Frivolous folk

I'm listening to Half Man Half Biscuit today - scabrously witty commentators on the rubbish side to contemporary life. Quite a bloke cult thing, judging by the bald patches the last time I saw them.

They're on in The Dark Place on September 15th. Anyone fancy it?