Hoppy Days

 Before I begin this latest piece about Newcastle United, I would like to pay tribute to our recently deceased former player and manager Willie “Iam” McFaul. The Coleraine native, whose cousin I went to university with as a matter of fact, was the first NUFC keeper I can remember, though recollections of his career (Hereford and the 1974 Cup final apart) remain sketchy as I was only 10 when he finished playing. I do remember his managerial stint with great affection though. In the generally grim post Keegan era back in Division 1, McFaul took over from Jack Charlton in 1985 and did his very best in the role, despite the incompetence of the board at the time, overseeing a particularly enjoyable 1987/1988 campaign that saw us reach the dizzy heights of 8^th place. Sadly, that was as good as it got and, a week after overseeing a magnificent 2-1 away win at Anfield on his birthday at the start of October, which I missed after falling asleep in The Cooperage, waking at 3.30 and having to walk home exhausted, consequently missing my lift, he was dismissed following a catastrophic 3-0 home loss to Coventry. It was a sad end for a great club servant. In August 1990, I met him in the departure lounge at the airport, waiting for a flight to Belfast, and we exchanged a few words. A nice man. A great club servant and one who was shamefully underappreciated by the club who neglected to have a minute’s silence or applause before the Forest game. Ar dheis Dé go raibh a hanam, as I doubt his family would say.

So, another seven games have taken place in the window of opportunity between the international breaks and being honest, it has been more good news than bad for Newcastle United. David “Hoppy” Hopkinson has taken up his role as Newcastle United’s Chief Executive Officer, immediately winning a sartorial thumbs up from True Faith, who’ve always enjoyed mixing with the club elite since the days of Chris Mort’s tenure, for attending the Wolves game in an elegantly cut business suit. After all, that’s what it’s all about. Isn’t it?

Never mind rummaging through your wardrobe for a nice silk tie, the build up to Wolves was predictably challenging. Both Ramsey and Wissa were ruled out through injury, with the latter not expected back until November now. Even though he’s not kicked a ball for us yet, I reckon he’s still done more for his new club than former Brentford associate Mbuemo has for Man United. The first 20 seconds against Wolves was a hair-raising opening, but we settled in well, won the game courtesy of a brilliant Woltemade header and really were in cruise control until about 65 minutes when we ran out of ideas. A clearly jetlagged Bruno really ought to have been hooked in retrospect. I was delighted Ben got a ticket for this one, while I enjoyed it from the comfort of TCC pavilion, after incessant rain had brought about the premature curtailment of the final cricket day of the 2025 season. Ben informed me of the presence of numerous day trippers in the crowd which, on the back of the Dundee High School Barcelona fiasco, is something Hoppy should turn his attention to with great rapidity. Once his whistle and flute is back from the dry cleaners of course... Incidentally, I’m delighted that NUST are forensically examining data provided to them by supporters about ticketing problems. This is excellent news and exactly what the group is supposed to be doing. Although I’d trust they are keeping a weather eye on the quality of attire sported in the boardroom.

Next up was Barcelona and the start of the Champions’ League campaign. As I’ve not got Sky or a firestick and didn’t fancy being squashed into a sweaty pub, I went to the gym instead, as I had done for the Liverpool game. Same thing happened. I walked down my street just before 8pm, hearing the roars of the crowd and the walk-on music drifting on the breeze. Stirring stuff. Should I have watched it? Well 75 minutes later, 525 calories burned, and 15 kilometres moved, probably not. I’d a feeling we’d get beat, especially with the side we put out lacking any real strikers, but it was a decent effort and not the 4-0 thumping I’d feared. With this new format of the CL to contend with, we basically need to focus on finishing between 9^th and 24^th, to have a shot at a last 16 tie, as the top 8 is probably beyond us. Consequently, the Barca result wasn’t a disaster, though it would have been if we’d not taken anything from the away trip to Bournemouth, remembering how they’d wiped the floor with us at SJP last season.

Thankfully, this didn’t happen. In fact, nothing really happened in our third, sterile 0-0 away game of the season. Truth be told, it was a desperately poor spectacle that befitted the presence of Joe Willock on the pitch. We could have had a penalty for a shove on Woltemade, Thiaw was class, but could have been sent off, and Pope made a decent save from a Kluivert free kick. That was about it. In fact, the major talking point on Tyneside was the vicious falling-out between Anarchy and Wylam breweries, as regards the beer brewed as a fundraiser for Wor Flags. Now my take on this is that I much prefer Wylam’s hideously expensive brews to Anarchy’s, which I’ve always found bland and flavourless. Wor Beer isn’t anything to write home about, and I’ve only ever drank it to show support to Wor Flags. The unseemly shouting about trademarks and intellectual property rights does nobody any good. It’s about time they both stopped playing wor.

And now we come to the Bradford game, which I managed to get a ticket for. I’ll admit that a did get very anxious in all the crowds before and after the game, but it was good to talk to Glenn, Helen and Jack at various times during the evening. They may not realise it, but they helped to calm me down and ground me. It is a big irony that in a crowd of 75 at Percy Main, I know far more people than one of 52k at SJP. Anyway, once I’d got inside (thanks to Ben for the spare phone with Google Wallet installed, as my faithful old BlackBerry is no longer compatible with the app), I had a great view from the Leazes East Stand corner. From that vantage point I had a perfect sight of our new kick off routine; one straight from the John Beck School of Total Football, whereby the ball is launched straight out of play near the opposition’s penalty box, which we then swarm before the throw in is taken. It isn’t pretty, but in this strange new era of long throws and route one clearances, it seems to be what Pep, Arteta and that Baldy Fraud at Anfield are going all in with. To be honest, it was a stroll in the park once we’d gone ahead. Thiaw and Miley both impressed me tremendously and Woltemade’s sparkling cameo allowed me a chance to see his twinkling toes at close quarters. He’s going to be some player. Nice that lifelong NUFC fan Andy Cook scored a raker for Bradford, even if VAR would have chalked it off for handball. Raucous support for The Bantams from their sizeable travelling contingent as well. A club I’ve always had a soft spot for.

That is not something I could ever say about Arsenal. Despite their long and distinguished history, I hold them in contempt, mainly because of their insistence on appointing snidey little narcissists with a persecution complex as managers. I really can’t stand Arteta and the worst thing about the deserved loss to them was how happy it made him. Anguish and disappointment was engendered because of their goals coming so late, but if they’d scored after 66 and 74 not 86 and 94 minutes, nobody would have complained about the outcome. It was a crushing blow because of context not performance, and that’s why it was time to step up. One win in 6 league games and three home defeats in all competitions is not good enough at the end of September. Yes, there have been many mitigating factors. The writing-off of August’s games because of Isak’s petulance is one excuse. The injuries that plague us constantly, with Tino added to the list of those missing after this loss, is another. Another thing that has to change is me going to the gym when we’re playing at home, as this has, perhaps coincidentally, been where I’ve followed our losses to Liverpool, Barca and Arsenal.

I really wish I’d been able to go to RUSG in Brussels, but that was always a non-starter, so instead I went to Ben’s for my tea and enjoyed both a lovely pasta and broccoli dish and our most pleasing performance thus far. It has been a decent while since Newcastle United walked all over the opposition and, frankly, I could happily watch more of this. It was a dominant performance from first whistle to last, with the added bonus of Elanga and Gordon finally finding their rhythm, though every player put in a great shift. Never have I been happier to see us sitting comfortably in 11^th place after the games were over. I was also delighted to hear that our fans had an excellent trip over there. Now we need to bring that level of intensity and ruthlessness into our league form.

Guess what? We did against Forest. Alright so the first half was a bit sluggish, but the unchanged team after Wednesday stepped it up after the break and won with ease. Forest are a shadow of last season’s outfit with Postecoglu in (temporary?) charge and didn’t really lay a glove on us. We scored two absolute belters, with Bruno’s strike a beautiful finish and Woltemade’s penalty a serious contender for Goal of the Month. To be frank, it is a shame we’re heading into an international break. Bruno himself admitted as much, just before jetting off to Seoul and Tokyo to play in a couple of mindless friendlies for Brazil. Let’s just hope he comes back unscathed and in better form than last time. I wish the same to all our players who are away. Roll on Brighton on Saturday 18^th at the unheard of kick off time of 3pm. Let’s see what Hoppy autumn casual threads look like that day when we hopefully play out another 0-0 draw.

 

 

Dancing About Architecture #3

 Taken from the latest issue of TQ (#76), here's my analysis of some works of fiction about bands -:

 This is the third musical book review I’ve done for TQ; unlike the other two, which have, by turns, contrasted autobiographies by the formerly wedded Sonic Youth pair Kim Gordon (Girl in a Band) and Thurston Moore (Sonic Life), and compared the lengthy overviews of a particular musical genre (David Keenan; England’s Hidden Reverse) or period in time (Nige Tassell; Whatever Happened to the C86 Kids?), this review concentrates on works of fiction that have music, or specifically bands, at their core. I’ve got a pretty extensive literary library, consisting of approximately 2,000 novels and, much to my surprise, I only found 3 books that are focussed on being in a group. However, see the postscript to this piece for an update on that situation. One of th works about bands is This is Memorial Device by David Keenan, and I don’t think I’m saying anything rash when I tell you it is the best book I’ve ever read about music and that if you’ve not read it, that is a situation which requires remedying at the earliest opportunity. However, as I’ve already written about one of his works in these reviews, he has to take a step back here.

The two novels I’m reviewing here are Espedair Street, by Iain Banks and Powder by Kevin Sampson. An immediate point of contrast is the reputation of the two writers: Banks (1954-2013) was the author of fourteen novels and one non-fiction book. Many of his novels contain elements of autobiography and feature various locations from his native Scotland. In the case of Espedair Street, we’re in Glasgow throughout. Additionally, the non-fiction work Raw Spirit (subtitled In Search of the Perfect Dram) is a travel book of Banks's visits to the distilleries of Scotland in search of the finest whisky, including his musings on other subjects such as cars (he liked them big and fast) and politics (Socialist first and Nationalist second, out of an understandable hatred of English Tories).

As well as these works, Banks wrote thirteen SF novels, nine of which were part of The Culture series, and a short story collection called The State of the Art (1991), which includes some stories set in the same fictional universe. The Culture is a utopian, post-scarcity space society of humanoid aliens, and advanced superintelligent artificial intelligences living in artificial habitats spread across the Milky Way. Each novel is a self-contained story with new characters, although reference is occasionally made to previous novels.

Privately educated Kevin Sampson began his career writing gig reviews for the NME in the 80s and contributed regularly to The Face, Arena, i-D, Sounds, Jamming, The Observer and Time Out before joining Channel 4 as an assistant editor for Youth Programmes, returning to Merseyside in 1990 to help set up Produce Records, enjoying a string of Top 40 hits in the early 1990s, including The Farm's Groovy Train and All Together Now. When The Farm broke up Sampson completed the draft of his unpublished first novel, Awaydays, based on what he saw during his youth at football grounds up and down the country. Awaydays was an immediate critical and commercial success on its release in 1998. Despite having published 10 novels in total, Sampson earns a lucrative living as a TV drama scriptwriter, penning such works as Anne, produced by ITV, which centres on Anne Williams' crusade for justice after the death of her son Kevin in the Hillsborough disaster of 1989. More recently, he was responsible for another ITV product, The Hunt for Raoul Moat.

Iain Banks burst on the literary scene with his extraordinary debut novel, The Wasp Factory, which was published in 1984. This was followed by Walking on Glass (1985), The Bridge (1986) and Espedair Street, his fourth novel, in 1987. In short, though like almost all Banks novels, reducing the plot to a single sentence removes almost all of the colour and strangeness of the book, Espedair Street tells the (fictional) story of the rise to fame of Dan “Weird” Weir, bass guitarist in multimillion selling rock behemoths Frozen Gold, and of his continual struggles to be happy now that he is rich, famous and bored out of his skull, as the group is on indefinite hiatus.

Weird starts out in the Ferguslie Park area of Paisley in a very underprivileged Catholic family. He is impressed by a group named Frozen Gold when he sees them live, in the Students’ Union Bar of Paisley College of Technology, and auditions with them. After he joins the band, he ends up writing all their material and playing bass guitar as the band rises to super stardom in the drug and booze-fuelled 1970s. He reminisces about those experiences from 1980s Glasgow, where he lives as a recluse in a Victorian folly, ever since the tragic events which led to the temporary but lengthy pause in the band’s world domination. He is posing as his own caretaker, and his friends McCann and Wee Tommy know him as Jimmy Hay. After a memorable fight in a nightclub, his real identity is revealed. He has grown uncomfortable with fame and wealth, and eventually visits his first girlfriend, Jean Webb, now living in Arisaig, out in the wilds near Mallaig in the Scottish Highlands.

The band Frozen Gold is loosely modelled on Pink Floyd or Fleetwood Mac, although Banks has said that the character of Weird was in part inspired by Fish, the ex-Marillion singer and lyricist. There is a tone of rock journalism in the parts of the book about Frozen Gold, although crucially, and effectively, Banks makes no effort whatsoever to describe the sound produced by Frozen Gold, allowing the reader to conjure sounds from their own imagination.  As Banks' first novel to eschew 'special effects', not being Gothic horror like The Wasp Factory, a literary mystery like Walking on Glass, or science fiction like The Bridge, most critics regard it as one of his most accessible works. Incidentally, Espedair Street is also a real street in Charleston, Paisley, where some of the significant events in the book take place.

Looking at the book objectively, it is more of a novel of character, specifically how an ordinary person deals with extraordinary events in their life, such as unimaginable wealth and insane levels of fame, while wanting to remain a down to earth bloke. This is what makes it work all the more effectively. In contrast, Kevin Sampson's second novel, Powder, which ostensibly reflects some of his experiences of the music business with The Farm and Produce Records, and subsequent adventures in Ibiza, is more of a performative autobiography than anything realistic. As a public-school boy growing up in an avowedly working-class city, Sampson had to work hard to show his credentials and adopted an air of false authenticity when working with The Farm. If their dull, worthy, indie plod offered them no lasting place in rock’s great pantheon, other than another, interminably cheesy Christmas slice of pop pap in All Together Now, then Sampson is prepared to spin the yarn that their time on the road made Led Zep’s adventures (Google “Shark Episode” for further reference) seem like a vicarage tea party with McFly and The Housemartins.

The main problem is that The Revs, the band at the centre of Powder, just don’t seem to be worth bothering with. A weak as water guitar band, presumably akin to the infamous Colon from The Fast Show’s brilliant Indie Club pastiche, their single album stardom and fall into obscurity seems a fitting trajectory for them, while any hope that the reader will sympathise with their manager, Wheezer, a light-fingered pornography addict, is scuppered by his endless immoral acts. All in all, Powder shows why rock band novels is such a niche genre; my advice to all potential authors would be, don’t write about what doesn’t need to be written about.

POSTSCRIPT: In the months following this review, I managed to read 2 further novels about being in a group. One of them, To Rise in the Dark, by Mancunian postman Nick J Brown, is a tremendous read. Three once-teenage bandmates meet up again after 30 years at the funeral of the other original member. Accompanied by the deceased’s daughter, they go on a Mancunian pub crawl and during it scores are settled and axes ground. It’s a book that boasts excellent character delineation, a realistic and manageable plot, along with punchy dialogue and real sense of location. Like all the best writing about music, it doesn’t dance about architecture, as there is no attempt to describe the music itself. Instead, you care for these three ageing, fallible blokes for the people they were and are, and obviously for the distraught daughter as well. There’s a minor shock at the end, like all good books, but nothing terrible happens, which I was glad about. I strongly recommend this book to you.

The other, The Last Mad Surge of Youth by Mark Hodkinson came into my possession when I afforded myself of the wonderful offer made by Hodkinson’s now sadly defunct Pomona Press imprint, whereby the remnants of their stock was available for postage only. Now admittedly two of the books I ordered failed to turn up, but I did have the pleasure of reading two titles by publisher, owner and author, Mark Hodkinson. Having come to public notice with Life at the Top, a study of Barnsley’s sole Premier League season and later books on Man City and his own beloved Rochdale, Hodkinson branched out into fiction writing as well as football journalism. The Last Mad Surge of Youth is an enjoyable rites of passage, bildungsroman about four mates who start a band that allows three of them to become famous. Unfortunately, the most famous and talented of them become a self-hating, destructive alcoholic, whose only chance of redemption is the process of having his autobiography ghostwritten by a long-lost pal who’d once been in the band but stayed at home to be a small-town journalist and got into a rut. There is also the unspoken ghost of a woman who came between them and left them both. It’s a good read, closer in scope to Powder than the magisterial This is Memorial Device. You could look for copies here: https://www.pomonauk.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Atelic Club

The season’s done. My whites are washed, and the cricket bag is back in the spare room wardrobe. I’ve loved this season, despite everything, and have no plans to retire yet. So, here are the numbers for my 2025 season. 18 times selected, 14 games played, involving 1 win, 13 defeats, 2 abandonments and 2 concessions. I took 4 wickets at 25 each. I scored 16 runs at a pleasing average 2, run out 4 times, bowled 3 and stumped once. Twice not out and 4 times DNB. Here’s a look at the last 6 weeks of a season when Tynemouth 3s finished bottom of NTCL Division 5 Central.

August 9^th:

This day will go down as one of the best days in the whole of the 2025 season as, for the first time, all 3 senior sides were victorious in their respective fixtures. Pride of place must go to the first XI, who comprehensively defeated previously unbeaten table toppers Burnmoor at Preston Avenue by the impressive margin of 6 wickets. Bowling first, Tynemouth dismissed Burnmoor for 166. The day began with George Stewart taking the first three wickets to fall, two in his first over, and returning the excellent analysis of 5-1-17-3. The visitors never really recovered from the shock of being 16/3, as Bish (15-4-35-2), as well as a run out, and skipper Martin Pollard (14-3-30-2) bowled with accuracy and menace. Dan McGee and the unretired Phil Morse also took a wicket each, meaning the target for Tynemouth was an eminently gettable one. So it proved, with Ben Debnam and Jack Roys each contributing 46, Faizan Ghumann (30) and Robbie Bowman (23*) seeing the Croons home after only 46 overs. This win lifts Tynemouth out of the relegation zone and offers a real opportunity for progress in the remaining 5 fixtures.

The 2s travelled to Tynedale and found things difficult with the ball on the tight ground in Hexham, with the home side posting a daunting 291/3 from 55 overs. On a day when bowling figures are harsh reading, Josh Koen (10-3-33-1) fared best. However, this was a day for batters and almost the whole side contributed to a fantastic win, achieved with 3 balls to spare. Chris Fairley and Zach Larner, enjoying something of a Bradman 1930 summer, top scored with 62 each. Marcus Turner made 45 and the victory was achieved courtesy of Barry Stewart’s unbeaten 55, though Chad Koen (19), Patrick Hallam (16) and skipper Andrew Smith (11*) all played their part as well

The week has seen a seismic change in the fortunes of the Saturday 3s, who are no longer bottom of NTCL Division 5 Central. Firstly news came from the league that Leadgate had fielded an ineligible player in 5 games earlier in the season, for which indiscretion they had their pants pulled down to the extent of having 124 points deducted. One of those games was on April 26^th at home to Tynemouth, which has been awarded to the gallant Croons, presenting us with 30 points for the game, rather than the 6 amassed on the day. As your correspondent was in Aberdeen that day, watching Cove Rangers 2 Kelty Hearts 2, he can take no credit for this unexpected bonus. However, courtesy of a battling 1 (run out) on Saturday against Belsay, after suffering a sickening blow to the elbow that almost rendered him hors de combat, he played his part as the 3s strolled to 1 wicket win over Belsay, with whom they swapped places.

With regular skipper Richard Hay enjoying the sights of the Antrim Coast, rather too late for the golf at Royal Portrush alas, the team was helmed by Alosh Jose. In a feat leadership that would have met with Hay’s approval, Jose bowled a quite remarkable spell of 8-3-9-3, supported superbly by George Bogg, who also took 3 wickets, and Ansel Anil with 2. As a result, Belsay were dismissed for 118 in approximately 35 overs. In reply, the young tyros Adam Blake (28), who is quickly becoming an aggressive attacking opener, Will Bogg (20), George Bogg (19) and Kai-Lewis Main (17) had the game seeming won at 93/2 after 14 overs. Once Main had been needlessly run out, the old guard proved less durable at the wicket, so it was left to Alan Hiscock (0*), but a wonderful catch in the first innings and debutant Kim McKenna (2*) to steer the team home. Kim’s nerveless performance was a joy to behold and the voluble applause as she effortlessly pushed the winning run off her hip and down to the vacant fine leg area, were both warranted and sincere. This made my birthday weekend one I’ll treasure forever.

The Sunday 3s also travelled to Tynedale. The home side batted first and made 215/8, with George Bogg picking up 2/39 and wickets for both Aditjandras, Lewis Hurst and Olly Hiscock. In reply, despite a wonderful knock by Stewart (77), an excellent supporting effort by Ewan Aditjandra (37) and a brave innings by Cameron Donachie (23), Tynemouth fell short by an agonising 3 runs, closing on 212/9.

This was to be the sole victory I was involved in the entire season. It was a fairly hairy one as well. The opposition only had 10 and didn’t know how to score, so it was lucky we dismissed them with plenty of overs to spare. At 93/2, I was umpiring and enjoying our batting performance as we seemingly cruised to victory. Wickets fell at a clatter. I got ready, strode in at 9, hit a single, kept the bowling and, with 3 needed, essayed a suicidal single to midwicket. Inevitably I was out by miles and therefore hid in the container, avoiding seeing the next over. When scores were level, I peeked out and saw Kim hit the winning run. Oh how marvellous it felt not to lose, but the opposition team were great sports as well. The atmosphere in the club was celebratory that night I can tell you. Possibly for the only time all year.

August 16^th:

On Saturday 16^th August, Tynemouth CC first XI played host to Ashington at Preston Avenue. One player not available for selection was Robbie Bowman, but for the best of reasons, as Robbie had made his debut for Durham's 1^st team the night before in the One Day Cup against Northants. He did well too, scoring 27 runs off 34 balls and taking a smart catch behind the stumps. Everyone at Tynemouth was delighted to learn of his selection and we all wish him well in the future, having watched his rapid development over the past few years. Robbie first played for Tynemouth as a 10 year old in our under 13 team scoring 30 not out (retired) on debut in 2018. Since then he has scored over 4,000 runs for the Club and developed into one of the best young players in the North East.

Meanwhile, his erstwhile colleagues pulled off another highly important win, their second in a row, completing the double over Ashington in the process. The visitors batted first and had a calamitous start to their innings, falling to 0-2 as Bish was on a hattrick in the first over. Eventually Bish returned the magnificent figures of 9-4-24-4, as Ashington stumbled to 11-3, 29-4 and 51-5. They recovered somewhat to 225 all out, with the unretired Phil Morse (3-47) and captain Martin Pollard (1-30) exercising control when other pace bowlers struggled to match Bish’s brilliance. Early in the innings, Dan McGee split the webbing between his fingers, preventing him from bowling and necessitating a trip to A&E, causing Jonathan Larner to step up to the plate and field. Thankfully, Dan returned and was able to bat, with his 21 proving pivotal as Tynemouth won the game with a leg bye off the final ball of their scheduled 45 overs, by a margin of one wicket. There were many helpful contributions to this excellent team performance. Stan McAlindon (43) top scored, with Jack Roys (42) pushing him close. The two Matts, Kimmitt (39) and Brown (27) also weighed in with important runs and Phil Morse’s 20 cannot be ignored either. With 4 games to go, Tynemouth are 9^th in the table, 9 points above the drop zone. It is imperative the team keep this momentum going forward into the away game at Sunderland next week.

The 2s began their week by bowing out of the Roseworth Trophy at the semi-final stage, losing an away game to Felling by 45 runs. The home side batted first, posting 134-5, with George Bogg claiming 2 wickets. In reply, Tynemouth subsided to 89 all out, despite early runs from Zach Larner (28) and Andrew Davison (25). On Saturday, they travelled to Ashington and gave a much better account of themselves but still lost by 26 runs. Ashington made 243-8, with the mature pairing of Barry Stewart and Richy Hay each claiming two scalps. The returning Matty Walton also took a wicket and contributed a handy 41 in support of Andy Linehan (77), who was the top scorer. Despite a helpful 28 from Chad Koen, the total proved too much for Tynemouth, who ended on 217-9.

After the elation of last week’s convincing win over Belsay, the Saturday 3s fell back to the bottom of the table after losing to Washington 2s by 3 wickets. Batting first, Tynemouth could only muster 74. Top scorers were Alex Tugby (23) and Rich Harland (16), before a lovely, late order cameo by the swashbuckling ian cusack (5), before he was predictably run out. Each bowler did their best in a losing cause, with Olly Hiscott (1-16), Cameron Donachie (1-10), the lovely, flighted off spin of Alex Littlefair (1-16) and the lethal full tosses of Rich Harland (2-23), one of which saw the sprightly cusack take an acrobatic catch at mid-wicket, kept Tynemouth in the game until the very end. It was a great team performance that included two women players (Jen Fingland and Kim McKenna), causing furious debate as to what collective noun would be used to describe the team (“comrades” being the most popular choice). A word must be given in praise of debutant Bibin Nainan, who recovered from the setback of being given out LBW first ball by the myopic cusack, to take two superb catches and effect a run out. This team tries their very hearts out, whatever the line-up or opposition.

The Sunday 3s completed their campaign with a comprehensive home win over Felling Academy, assuring them of third place in the table. Batting first, Tynemouth made an imposing 258-7 from their 35 overs, largely down to a remarkable performance by Zach Larner. His unbeaten 171 came from 92 balls, with 26 boundaries and one maximum. Second top scorer was Joel Hull-Denholm (32) and Cameron Donachie (17) also chipped in. Felling’s reply was 186-9, with 3 wickets for Joe Chater and two each for George Bogg and Cameron Donachie. Well done to the youngsters!!

This was a really good competitive game for us. Easy to say now, but if we’d got to three figures, we’d have won this. I actually batted quite well, as 5 was my second highest score of the season. Tickled my first ball down to fine leg for a couple, when a proper player would have flicked it over the fence at square leg. Hit the next one back over the bowler’s head for another 2, which would have been a boundary if I could time the ball properly. Another single out to point and then, in the next over, I called another single to mid-off and was well short. Man has to know his limitations. Did take a good catch at midwicket from Richie Harland, but didn’t get a bowl as they squeezed home, with 10, by 3 wickets. A nice day out in the sun, enjoying a couple of pints outside their clubhouse in the sun. It’s a real shame how Washington have fallen from grace in recent years and I wish them well in the Durham league, where they are transferring to for next year.

 August 23^rd:

Another great Saturday for Tynemouth Cricket Club, with both the first XI and the 2s winning their games against Sunderland 1s and 2s quite comfortably. This was of particular importance to Kieron Grimshaw, who has joined Tynemouth until the end of the replacement for Bish. Having been selected to play for North East Zone in the Duleep Cup which begins next week, Bish has returned home to India after a productive and personally successful stint with The Croons, for which we are all immensely grateful. His replacement, arriving from Rishton in the Lancashire League, who have previously employed such storied professionals as Syndney Barnes, Allan Donald, Michael Holding and Viv Richards, Grimmy is a genuine all-rounder, bowling at a brisk medium pace and batting right handed. He is a supporter of his hometown team Burnley, who also enjoyed the support of Kieron’s team mates yesterday as they dismantled Sunderland football club with the same degree of ease as Tynemouth did to their cricket team.

Batting first at Ashbrooke in a game where victory was the only option available, Tynemouth posted a formidable 270/6 from their 45 overs. Plaudits go to centurion Stan McAlindon (101) and another fine knock from Matty Brown (76). Ben Debnam (32*) provided great support, coming in lower down the order. In reply, Sunderland never looked remotely like making the runs required after the new pro reduced the home side to 16/2. Grimmy’s analysis of 8-2-16-3 will do for starters on debut. Sunderland eventually closed on 171, with other notable bowling contributions from skipper Martin Pollard (2-15), Andrew Smith (2-41), Dan McGee (2-58) and the economical Josh Koen (1-23). With sides around us in the table also winning, Tynemouth remain 9 points from relegation, making next week’s home game against Hetton Lyons another must win fixture.

Tynemouth 2s hosted Sunderland 2s at Preston Avenue and eventually prevailed by 5 wickets. Batting first, the visitors closed on 182/6 with Neil Bennett (2-30) and Noah Rae (2-53) the pick of the bowlers. The 2s scored the runs required with a shade under 13 overs to spare, for the loss of 5 wickets, including the clear LBW of the season for club chair Andy Lineham (2). The main run scorers were Marcus Turner (58), Chris Fairley (54*) and Patrick Hallam (42).

Tragically, the Saturday 3s were stricken by unavailability and could only muster 8 players for the game at home to Annfield Plain 2s. The inevitable concession, the fourth of the season, leaves them 20 points adrift at the bottom of the table. Such a shame after all the effort that has been put in by everyone involved. Your correspondent was thus free to indulge in his other sporting love, Percy Main Amateurs FC. They lost 6-1 at home to Hexham.

A pretty rotten day as holidays meant we couldn’t get a team out, making for a wholly unacceptable fourth concession of the season. The least said about events at Percy Main the better. At least I got to a great gig that night, seeing Lava Mouse in Whitley Bay. Oh, the words in praise of Grimmy were rather wasted, as he turned his ankle the next day and was ruled out for the season. Typical…

 August 30^th:

Despite posting an impressive 261/6 from their 45 overs at Preston Avenue, Tynemouth first XI lost a potentially crucial game to Hetton Lyons by a margin of 4 wickets. The home side’s total was largely made up of efforts by Faizan Ghumman (71), Matty Brown (67), Stan McAlindon (52*) and Matthew Kimmitt (44). When Tynemouth reduced the visitors to 139/5 after 27.3 overs, with 3 wickets for Brown, it looked as if a home win was in the post. Sadly, a game-changing 6^th wicket partnership of 124 in 14 overs swung the contest the way of Hetton Lyons. They considerably eased their relegation worries, as did Ashington who won away at Chester le Street. The team currently in second bottom place are Shotley Bridge, whose game with Burnopfield was rained off. Tynemouth, who hold a slender 9 point advantage, visit Shotley Bridge next Saturday.

Meanwhile Tynemouth 2s had a considerably better afternoon at Hetton Lyons. Batting first, they made 224 all out from 42.1 overs. Marcus Turner (61) top scored, with support coming from Ben Debnam (46) and Joel Hull-Denholm (40). In response, Hetton were dismissed for 86, giving Tynemouth the victory by a margin of 138 runs. Skipper Andrew Smith (5/22) was the star of the show, ably assisted by Neil Bennett (2/14). The 2s currently sit in 5^th place in NEPL Division 2.

The 2s lost again, by 9 wickets to Cowgate 2s. Batting first, Tynemouth made 110 from 32 overs, with notable contributions from both George and Will Bogg. Unfortunately, Cowgate decided to avoid the chance of rain affecting the outcome by scoring the runs required for the loss of one wicket (a stunning catch by Richard Harland from the bowling of Cameron Donachie) in 8.4 overs.

To my enormous chagrin, I wasn’t originally selected for this fixture. However, the usual raft of withdrawals meant I got my game after all. As expected, they put us in to bat and, in the context of our season, 100 wasn’t bad. I came in at 9 again and edged my first ball from a quickie over the slips, but not with enough power to reach the rope. Alosh played out the rest of that over and I faced the office from the other end. Five dot balls; three missed and two hit on the pads, miles outside the line, so I decided to give him the charge. Huge race down the pitch, missed it by a mile and stumped again. We took a wicket in the first over then their batters bludgeoned us to all parts of the ground, and it was over in a flash. Unsurprisingly, Cowgate went up as Champions.

September 6^th:

Following a damaging 26-run loss away to Shotley Bridge, Tynemouth first XI find themselves in a relation spot with one round of fixtures to go. The season will end with the visit of South Northumberland to Preston Avenue next Saturday, a daunting enough prospect at the best of times. Even if Tynemouth win, their fate is still not in their own hands as they are still reliant on either, or both, Ashington losing away to Newcastle and Shotley Bridge losing at home to Castle Eden. However, the team retains belief that they can maintain the record of being one of only 3 sides never to have been relegated from the North East Premier League since its inception.

On Saturday, Shotley Bridge batted first and posted 264/9, with wickets being claimed by Andrew Smith (3/30), Matty Brown (3/42) and Dan McGee (2/41). This was a stiff target and, despite fine contributions from Brown and Matthew Kimmitt, both of whom scored 57, supported by Faizan Ghumann (28) and Stan McAlindon (22), Tynemouth were all out for 238, leaving the final day shootout detailed above to decide the club’s fate.

Tynemouth 2s shaded a compelling contest against Benwell Hill by 4 wickets. The Hill batted first and made 226/8, with Neil Bennett (2/33) and George Stewart (2/45) the pick of the bowlers. In reply, the 2s made it home off the last ball, with Marcus Turner (94*) leading the way, ably supported by Stewart (37), Andrew Linehan (25) and Chris Fairley (21). Regardless of next week’s results, they will finish in 5^th place in NEPL Division 2, which is a respectable state of affairs.

The Saturday 3s were already condemned to relegation and the 231-run loss to GEMS 2s on the back field was immaterial to final league results. Because of injury and unavailability, the role of captain fell to the ageless ian cusack, who won the toss and very little else thereafter. Opting to field first, for the purpose of making as long a game of it as possible and giving as many players as possible a bowl, this objective was achieved, with 7 players turning their arm over as GEMS posted a mammoth 275/2. In a sense, this did not matter as Archie Goel (2/63), Cameron Donachie and Kim McKenna all bowled their full allocation in an entirely praiseworthy manner. Harrison Goel and Adam Blake also acquitted themselves admirably. However, the less said about Richard Harland and the skipper’s efforts the better. In reply, Tynemouth sadly never really made a contest of it, subsiding to 44 all out, with Arthur King (13) top scoring and hitting the only boundary of the innings. That said, everyone was involved and stuck at it to the end. Seeing Harrison Goel, in at 11, reverse sweep the first ball he faced made the whole thing worthwhile.

From not being selected initially last week, to having to captain this week. It’s a thankless task when you’re at home: sorting drinks, organising the batting line up, rotating the bowlers. I made a decision in advance that if we won the toss, I was going to bowl, which I did. This disappointed both their skipper and the umpire, both of whom clearly wanted a sharp finish. My reasoning was, I wanted to give everyone a bowl and I did; full 9 overs from Archie, Cameron and Kim, 4 each for me and Richy (I went for a million), 3 from Blakey as we was the only left armer available and 2 for young Harrison. They may have got 275/2, but I reckon I did the right thing. Sadly, we didn’t do anything with the bat, though I hit a couple of singles for an unbeaten 2. All about the red inkers in this game. Enjoyed a few pints afterwards with ex-teammates Jimmy Carr and Jim Scoffham to make it a canny day out, despite the result.

 September 13^th:

Sadly, Tynemouth first XI’s attempt at the great escape from relegation on the final day of the 2025 cricket season ended in a whimper, not a bang. Despite Shotley Bridge losing and Ashington seeing their game rained off, Tynemouth were not able to secure the win that would have resulted in safety. Rain curtailed the visit of South Northumberland, meaning only 27 overs were possible before the weather intervened. South Northumberland had advanced to an intimidating 172-1 at this point, with Dan McGee taking the sole wicket to fall.  An afternoon of intermittent showers and strong sunlight was eventually brought to a halt, despite the sterling efforts of groundsman Paul Jackson and the home team to get the game on, at 5.40pm. This confirmed Tynemouth’s relegation, and the sad reality is that the end of season table does not lie. Demotion was borne with dignity by the team, who will seek to bounce back next season, under a new skipper as Martin Pollard has announced his retirement from senior cricket. We thank him and all the players for their unstinting efforts in what has been a difficult season.

There was little to cheer about in the reverse fixture at Roseworth Terrace, where the 2s lost by 7 wickets. Batting first, they were dismissed for 101, with Zach Larner (26) and Barry Stewart (23*) providing some resistance. South North reached the target in 24 overs, with wickets for Andrew Davison and Joe Snowdon. As stated last week, the 2s finished the season in a respectable 5^th place in NEPL Division 2.

Meanwhile, an approximation of the true spirit of aquatic cricket took place on the back field at Preston Avenue. Playing away to Lions, who sublet the ground, Tynemouth 3s fell to a routine 8 wicket defeat. Invited to bat first by a Lions team who had one eye on the weather, the 3s managed 50 all out. Adam Blake (12) attacked from the off and joint top scored with Ben Harland (12) who accumulated his runs doggedly. At the end of the innings, a torrential downpour could have brought proceedings to an untimely and unsatisfactory close. However, those present were gathered to play cricket and, postponing tea, the sides turned round with alacrity. Lions deserved the win and this they duly achieved in 7 overs for the loss of two wickets. The first was claimed by ollie Hiscott, who belatedly celebrated his birthday in style (and a dozen luxurious cupcakes provided by his parents). The second and final wicket was another triumph in a season of them by the experienced cusack, who augmented his eye-catching 0 in the Croons’s innings, by having Rahman stumped from an extravagantly flighted delivery. It was a ball worthy of bringing down the curtain on any season, especially one as woeful as the one just endured by the 3s. Next season will see them competing in Division 6 Central, with the enticing prospect of the white hot atmosphere of local derbies against the likes of Monkseaton 2s, Percy Main 2s and Whitley Bay 2s.

Obviously the 1s relegation cast a cloud over the whole day, but quite a few drinks and some great chat with a load of folks helped to overcome the results. We expected to get stuffed, and we did, but in the right way. After everyone getting a bowl last week, we all got a bat this time. Though my 5-ball duck won’t live long in the memory. Bowled middle stump, beaten all ends up, no arguments about that. Enjoyed having a bowl. First time I’ve taken a wicket in a jumper and a downpour. Lots of pints and even some shots of Sambuca, not to mention several large G&Ts healed the pain on Saturday night, while reinforcing it on Sunday.

Winter well everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

Principal Edward's Tragic Theatre

NUFC; May 25 - September 1, 2025...

You know me; I love nothing more than an obscure late 60s / early 70s psychedelic, prog folk outfit nobody under the age of 70 has heard of; Dr Strangely Strange or the Incredible String Band, for instance. Recently I outdid myself, coming across the eclectic collective Principal Edward’s Magic Theatre, who were a 14-piece multidisciplinary ensemble, incorporating acid-drenched wig outs, dance, lightshows and poetry, formed at Exeter University in 1968. They were the first act signed to John Peel’s Dandelion label, despite his producer John Walters describing them as “arty farty nonsense” and business partner Clive Selwood calling them “the most pretentious act” he’d ever come across. On buying a copy of their debut album Soundtrack, I can confirm both descriptions are highly accurate, and I’m elated to have such a recording in my possession. Arriving on Saturday 30 August, the day when Peel would have turned 86, it acted as a soundtrack (pun intended) to the last knockings of the vile spectacle of Newcastle United’s dealings in the final days of the transfer window, which inspired me to pen this ditty to our (thankfully) former, wantaway striker -:

 Free Alexander Isak

Free, free, free, free, free Alexander Isak

 Free Alexander Isak

36 months in captivity

Wages too small to meet his greed

His body unused but his agent still here

Are you so blind that you cannot see? I said

Free Alexander Isak, I'm begging you

Free Alexander Isak

Wants to join up with the LFC

Happy to shit upon the Toon Army

Are you so blind that you cannot see?

Are you so deaf that you cannot hear his plea?

Free Alexander Isak, I'm begging you

Free Alexander Isak

Revisionist analysis of the time that followed our Carabao Cup win over Liverpool (Isak scored the winner; remember?) has sought to portray Isak as being ineffective, unfit and unmotivated. I don’t actually accept this analysis. Remember, we were still in with a shout of finishing second until the penultimate game of the season. The 7 games following the Wembley triumph saw us win 5 and draw 1: not the form of an uninterested side, or player, simply phoning it in. His reaction to securing that last CL place was as ecstatic and effusive as everyone else on the pitch and in the stands that day against Everton.

How, and why, his head was turned and on what basis we may never fully understand. If, as he claims, he was given a promise last summer he could either have a new contract that would make him twice as rich as Croesus or be allowed to leave, then I can almost see his point, especially if the verbal agreement was made by someone who is no longer involved with the club. However, the way he went about securing his demands absolutely stunk, as did the response of the club. Now students of Newcastle United’s history will know there were precedents of behaviour akin to Isak’s strop. I’m not just talking about Dyer’s disdainful handling of the captain’s armband at Boro in 2004. I don’t know much about Hughie Gallagher’s move to Chelsea in 1930, but I seriously doubt the fiery little forward left without burning a few bridges. The recently deceased George Eastham, in engineering a move to Arsenal in 1961, changed the transfer system forever. More recently (relatively speaking), Pop Robson calling a press conference in January 1971 in the Swallow Hotel, to explain why he was disillusioned with the club. In response chairman Westwood (is a pirate) fined the player the princely sum of £100 and told him to submit a transfer request or shut his mouth. He did just that and was sold to West Ham within days.

Perhaps, that’s what the club should have done. But behind closed doors and by that I don’t mean the entrance to Ciaran Clark’s abode that was slammed in the face of Jamie Rubens when he begged Isak to stay. I still can’t understand why Isak was allowed to down tools and not face some kind of sanction. Surely, as a contracted player, he remains a club employee and should be expected to behave as such. Whatever the moral and legal minutiae of his conduct, it rapidly became clear there was no going back. I’m glad he’s gone, but I will always remember the goals he scored. It is also a strange irony that his behaviour seemed to inspire Yoane Wissa to act in a similar fashion with Brentford to engineer his move to Tyneside. I’m not happy he did that, but I’m glad we’ve got a proven PL striker, even if we’ve lost any right to the moral high ground in the aftermath of the Isak charade.

That cataclysmic saga that finally came to an end on the evening of Monday 1 September has understandably diverted all attention away from a hugely problematic summer on Tyneside that has, somehow, probably strengthened both the pool of talent available and the bond in the changing room, even allowing for the impotent rage of those who see likes on Instagram and wishes of good luck for Isak from current players as gross treachery. It isn’t really, is it?

So, we have signed 6 new players (Elanga, Ramsdale, Ramsey, Thiaw, Wissa and Woltemade), improving every area of the team, even though the Twitterati have already passed judgement on Elanga as being “worse than Franz Carr,” as well as two for the future, Cordero and Park, and dispensed with the services of 9 others (Dubravka, Kuol, Hayden, Isak, Lewis, Longstaff, Targett, Wilson and Vlachodimos) of varying levels of competence. I’m very sad to see Sean go, but he’s signed for a good club, who I hate (though then again I hate every club to a certain degree, especially Newcastle United at times), while I also recognise the sterling work done for us in the past by Dubravka, Hayden and Wilson, even the latter was an absolute liability when he played last season, combining the match sharpness of Mark McGhee in his final season with the predatory instincts of the aged Ian Rush. I suppose both did score winners in the FA Cup from about 18 inches though. The less said about both Kuol and Lewis the better. I’m glad that the raw talent of Osula wasn’t sold, for the rumoured reason of improving our PSR standing. I like the kid, but I don’t know if he’ll ever be consistently at the standard required, though it’s good he’s got the chance to prove himself. Best of all, we retained the services of Harrison Ashby and tied down John Ruddy for another year.

Seriously though, the particularly galling thing about the conclusion of our business dealings is that it was effectively seen us throw away 7 points from our opening 3 games. With a proper strike force in place, we would have easily dismissed both Villa, who have suddenly gone from being deadly foes after the events of Sunday 24 May 2009 to comrades in arms against the Premier League’s Big 6 cartel, and dirty Leeds. We could also have beaten Liverpool, though I doubt the fire in the players’ bellies would have been quite so intense, were it not for the Isak situation and the unfortunate dismissal of Gordon.

The delay in signing players was in stark contrast to the noises coming out of the club at the end of last season. In the immediate aftermath of the limp loss to Everton, which coincided with our fortuitous claiming of the final Champions’ League place and the riches that entails, Howe announced that the club would get any transfer business done early. Great words, but not what happened in reality. Sporting Director, the shadowy Paul Mitchell, quit and his job was allegedly taken over by Eddie’s nephew, Andy Howe. Now just pause for a minute and imagine if it had still been the halcyon days of the Ashley era and a relative of Brooooth had been given a spot on the payroll. True Faith would have spontaneously combusted.

However, despite time wasted on the fruitless pursuit of targets such as Ekitike (how I would have loved a palindromic player at SJP), Trafford, Pedro, Sesko and latterly Strand Larsen, things seem to have worked out for the best, with one big proviso. Both Woltemade and Wissa need to produce the goods pretty sharpish. The run of games before the October international break will see us play 7 times between Saturday 13 September and Sunday 5 October. As we’re currently sitting just above the drop zone, the 4 league games need to see some tangible progress up the table. We need to put down markers in the Champions’ League (oh how I wish I could head to Brussels for the RUSG game) and the Carabao Cup defence begins against Bradford, who have had a decent start to the season.

I should just say I’ve not seen any of our games live. Cricket commitments saw me miss the Villa and Leeds games, while a malfunctioning fire stick sabotaged any attempt to watch the Liverpool game. Remarkably, I could hear the crowd from my back garden. Amazing noise levels. Then again, I find myself more interested in watching Sportscene and the Football League Show as the Premier League is too good. I cherish mistakes and brutish play. Obviously managerial press conferences are a source of comedy gold. My mate Little Richard has developed a pathological fear of Portuguese men, partly because of Mourinho’s antics over the years, but reinforced by the egotistical paranoia of Marco Silva and the bizarre antics of Reuben Amorim, who must be a safeguarding concern these days. I’ll miss him when he’s gone. Unlike Isak.

My Entertaining Friends

I normally try to post cultural blogs every two months, but I've been a bit out of synch recently. Hence, here's an August one that will allow me to get back on track, meaning the next bulletin will be along at the end of October. Anyway, here's what I've been reading and listening to recently. There's a lot of love round these parts -:

MUSIC:

If you know me, you'd probably imagine that the event I was looking forward to more than any other was Teenage Fanclub at the Fire Station in sunderland. To be honest, I'd had the tickets for so long that it almost crept up on me and when the time came for my 35th  Fannies gig in 35 years, I felt almost underwhelmed, when in the past I'd been in a frenzy for weeks in advance. However, I must say they were excellent, as they always are. It's just the negative noise around the band from people who've taken the hump since Gerry Love left had started to get to me. Such long time TFC devotees as the Moirs and Chris Tate wouldn't be anywhere near this show, which saddens me. I was delighted to see so many people I did know, both in The Dun Cow before, in the very impressive venue itself and even in the car park afterwards. Too many to list, but you know who you are.

Yes, Gerry was (and is) a brilliant songwriter whose departure has deprived the band of so many of their finest numbers. It still feels heartbreaking to know I'll never hear them do “Sparky's Dream” or “Don't Look Back” ever again. That said, when they play live you no longer miss Gerry's numbers because, and I've said this many times before, his departure has allowed Raymond McGinley to blossom and become probably the best songwriter left in the band. Certainly his numbers, such the anthemic “Everything is Falling Apart” have a depth and solemn complexity Gerry's sweet pop ballads never aspired to. It makes seeing them a more compelling experience, rather than a life affirming, celebratory one. Hey, we're all getting older and TFC are maturing like a fine wine.

The current line-up is an awesome unit. Dave is a powerhouse on bass. Francis is the best drummer they've ever had. Even shy Euros is a fully integrated member on the keyboards. Norman is still the grinning showman and held the audience in the palm of his hand all evening. Not an ecstatic crowd, but a good sized, good natured and attentive one, who did lose the run of themselves for both “The Concept” and, obviously, “Everything Flows.” No new songs tonight, but with a back catalog as superb as Teenage Fanclub have, even if a third of it is off limits, that wasn't an issue. Certainly I left the venue with renewed confidence in their future prospects. Still the best fucking band in the world.

Other than The Fannies, I've had the pleasure of attending three other wonderful gigs, performed by people I'm proud to call my friends. On Sunday  August 10, Johnny Brown (voice and harmonica) and Bill Lewington (guitar not drums) played The Cumberland Arms. They were supporting David Lance Callahan, who I'm afraid I didn't stay for, doing a set of Band of Holy Joy classics. Goodness, this was a brilliant show that almost reduced me to tears. Johny is recovering from prostate cancer and Bill had a brain haemorrhage a few years back. To see them both up on the stage was a delight and a privilege. I was touched they dedicated “Wyrd Beautiful Time” to me and almost on the floor when they did “Who Snatched the Baby?” I first saw Johny fronting Speed, at my debut punk gig, in July 1977, just before I turned 13. Since then he's been a musical hero and, for about 30 years now I guess, a personal friend. Love the block. Love Bill as well. It was a magical evening, and I so hope to see them again soon.

My actual birthday saw Richy Hetherington announce a “secret gig” by Loveable Wholes at Little Buildings, supported by the estimable John Egdell, who delivered a set of beautiful vignettes to lost loves and finished off with an instrumental version of “I'm in the Mood for Dancing,” which proved he'd got the Chemistry just right. When Richy told me about the gig, I decided to ask if I could play. Now, after the Blyth Fiasco last year, I'd vowed never to play solo again, but this was in front of a very different audience than that night. Richy not only agreed, but he put me on last. To clarify, I wasn't top of the bill, he just thought I'd be playing football that night and would be down late. The football was off for holidays, so I got the 62 down, armed with a couple of guitars and played 2 pieces not from either of my recent albums. “Alan Carter's Mobility Scooter” involved me tuning my hollow-bodied Hofner to open E and using a violin bow to make some nice, for my standards, sounds. It seemed to go down well, as did the snappily titled “DCRAFPH.” This one has a backing tape of phrases looped and repeated, with me using the Telecaster to make various Em chords and improvisations around that chord. Again it went down well. People said nice things afterwards and I was incredibly touched. I loved the whole experience and then Flan and I got a bit hammered in The Tanners. If anyone wants me as a support act, I'm more than willing to play anywhere at any time.

To be serious now, Richy and Hope as The Loveable Wholes are the most heartbreakingly beautiful of bands on the go at the minute. Born out of a tragic loss, Richy has channeled his grievance into songs that make you want to hug him and never let go. They were doing this gig as a warm up for a show in Canada, which was part of their holiday, and it was even more wonderful than the time I'd seen them almost a year earlier at The Globe. Richy has a few copies of his cassette, The Cloth Work Sessions, available on Bandcamp via Katpis Tapes. Get one. You'll not hear more emotional songs than “The Blackest Hole” or “Holocene” anywhere else. I love that block.

I love Paul Flanagan too. I've known Flan for 39 years now and, in all that time, despite being a bassist rather than a musician, he has been in some of the best local bands around. Puppy Fat, 35 years ago now, were just the best fun in town. Nancy Bone was, perhaps, more of an acquired taste, though I did love their cover version of “The Floral Dance.” I only saw Emergency Librarian 2 ounce, at Cobalt Studios, but felt dismayed when they split up. His latest project, Lava Mouse, had eluded me until now. The played the Victoria Tunnel a while back, but my claustrophobia precludes me watching anything there, which is why I had to miss Chris Bartholomew the other week as well. I was elected Lava Mouse were playing at Laurels in Whitley on Saturday 23 August, although to see then, I had to let down another old pal, my ex-colleague Steven Driver, who was playing Baba Yaga's Hut in Shields the same night. Sorry Steven. Next time I promise.

Anyway, arriving in Whitley, I wasn't sure what to expect. I'd never been to Laurels before, and it appears to be a coastal Lubber Fiend without the exorbitant drinks' prices. First we were Drooping Finger, but I didn't get to see them. The room was full, and someone shut the door so I couldn't get in. As it was an immersive experience, I felt it would be wrong to comment on sound only. Incidentally, it was a green door as well, so Frankie Vaughan and Shakin' Stevens would have empathized.

I got a front row seat for the next act; Dressed in Wires playing their first gig in a decade. Theremin, keyboards, backing tapes, visuals (which I couldn't see properly but looked like they were based on Protect & Survive ) made for loud, raucous fun. A tremendous show, ending with the first example I've never seen of air keyboard playing. Top of the bill at this free gig, were Lava Mouse. And I adored them. From a slowly evolving percussive start, to the symbolic shredding of copies of the Daily Mail, this “Mushroom Ritual,” a concept I don't claim to understand was beguiling, intense fun. Real drums. Really fucking brutal metal percussion. A couple of squiggly soundboxes providing tinnitus for the masses. I loved it. A great night on the pop as well. And I got the Metro home at 12.10, saving loads on an Uber. This was a special night, and I think I'd make an ideal support act for them.

I had £4.01 left on a Record Token someone gave me for my birthday last year. The only place I knew that took them in town, now Windows is no more, is RPM. Leafing through the cheap section I found a copy of Retrospective by Buffalo Springfield. I'd long needed a version of “For What It's Worth,” so I bought it, pocketed the 2p change and enjoyed it back home. Obviously, the Neil Young tracks are the standout items; “I am a Child” and “Mr Soul” in particular. This is one I'll listen to again, skipping some of the dated country rock that makes up the rest of this 1969 release.

BOOKS:

Of late I've been availing myself more and more of community libraries, in Heaton, Jesmond Vale and Tynemouth in particular. These fabulous organic schemes are set up by interested readers who, instead of buying yet more books (and I'll always be an inveterate bibliophile who has an all-consuming need to get certain authors' new titles as soon as they are published), recycle tomes they no longer want. The basic idea is you exchange a book for another. Obviously there are hundreds of John Grisham and Marian Keyes titles to wade through when looking for something good, but I've managed to find a few autobiographies that spiked my interest.

The unifying principle of Leading from the Front by Mike Gatting, Our Story by Reg and Ronnie Kray, co-written with Fred Dineage bizarrely enough, and White Line Fever by Lemmy, apart from the fact they are appallingly ghostwritten, is that the alleged writers have absolutely no self-awareness. Gatting's is a particularly tough read, combining detailed statistical records from his playing days, together with a kind of bull-headed ignorance of the significance of his conduct in the context of the wider world. His infamous confrontation with Pakistani umpire Shakoor Rana is brushed over, reduced to the level of a minor disagreement in the heat of the moment, rather than the major diplomatic incident it became. He tells of players going on South African tours under apartheid as if they were club cricketers enjoying a sunny winter sinecure playing abroad. It was written before he took the filthy lucre on offer for going on a rebel tour, which presumably he simply saw as a decent payday, rather than a breach of the Gleneagles Agreement. Slob.

I read the Kray Twins' book with a sense of depressed foreboding about what would be inside. Predictably it involves lots of stories of gangland violence, justified by their sense of being East End boys who loved their mother and looked after their own. Obviously, they're both dead now and no great loss. Sadly, Steve Wraith doesn't get a mention. Dineage hardly appears, which means if I ever met him I'd inquire what his role in the project was by uttering a single word. How?

Lemmy's also dead and his story of sex and drugs and rock and roll explains why. The book is the product of an addled mind, scrambled by profuse drinking and substance abuse. There's no insight into the creative processes or tensions within the band, specifically the departures of Fast Eddie or Philthy Animal. The Hawkwind era is the best bit but, unsurprisingly, memories of that band in the early 70s are sketchy at best. I am pleased I didn't pay a penny piece for these books.

I did lash out £25 the 2025-2026 Utilita Football Yearbook . Formerly Rothman's, it's the 57th edition  of the absolute, definitive bible of football stats and will be on my bedside table for reference purposes for the next 11 months. I also dropped out £20 on You and Me Against the World by Saskia Holling, which describes itself as telling the story of “two women, five bands and the Edinburgh indie scene in the mid-1980s.” It does what it says on the cover but, in a field crowded with books on a similar theme, such as Grant McPhee and Douglas MacIntyre's brilliant, encyclopaedic Hungry Beat , which is the true history of Scottish post-punk, I wonder whether Holling has stretched a piece of long form journalism a little too far. Basically, the book is about The Shop Assistants, The Motorcycle Boy, Rote Kapelle, Jesse Garon and The Desperadoes and The Vultures, who I'd never heard of. What it should have been about is Alex Taylor, the beautiful and brilliant singer whose voice made “Safety Net ” by The Shop Assistants possibly the best C86 song (apart from possibly “Therese” by The Bodines). This perfect slab of sweet Velvets-influenced indie pop, with attendant pounding bass and uplifting guitar, was sadly the beginning of the end for The Shop Assistants. They signed to a major. Bombed. Split up. Alex resurfaced with the former members of Meat Whiplash as The Motorcycle Boy, releasing one of the singles of 1987, “Big Rock Candy Mountain.” Again record company indifference and regular line-up changes bedeviled this band, who split up, to little fanfare in October 1990. After this, Alex Taylor became elusive. She moved back home to Perth. Got married. Stopped being in touch with her old bandmates and wasn't heard of this side of the millennium. In 2020 it emerged she'd died in 2005, aged 42, of acute alcoholic pancreatitis. A tragic story and one where only the salient details are known. This book should have been about her, but I presume so much of her life remained unrecorded in every sense, it wasn't possible. It's great the other bands, such as the angular Rote Kapelle and the jangling jolties of Jesse Garon are remembered here, but I think I'll head on to reading Creeping Bent alumni Katy Lironi's memoir's Matilda in the Middle next.

Strangely the only novel I've read is The Statement by Brian Moore, which I picked up for £3 in Inverness back in July. Back at university I'd read his classic, The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne , but nothing else sense. The Statement is an absolute cracker. A real policeman in the Gallic tradition, he follows twin arms of French society, the Government and the Police, attempting to catch up with an unapologetic Vichy War Criminal, who has been harbored by the Church since the end of World War 2, but is now wanted for war crimes for the summary execution of 14 Jewish men in 1944. He gets his comeuppance in the end, but it's the baddest of the baddies who catches up with him not the Gendarmerie. An absolutely compelling page-turner and one of my favorite reads of the year thus far.