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Skiffle_lg

I have decided I haven't heard nearly enough skiffle so for the next month or so I shall endeavour to explore and devour as much of it as I can. I have named this quest: Harris' Great Summer Skiffle Adventure or HGSSA as Melody Maker are calling it. I will keep you posted on my journey and if I find anything that may tickle your ear drums I will let you know, you lucky old beans. 

Merchant

I went to see Stephen Merchant last night. He was doing stand-up comedy and he was very good. Strange and very humble of a man who has been so successful in one area of comedy to start right from scratch at another rather than using his success and fame to jump up the ladder. He may never get to the ridiculous heights of Gervais but he's well worth a look. Well done Stephen. And that's ME saying that, so...you know.

I am one of the 7 people who was lucky enough to get a ticket for the Glastonbury festival. I'm off tomorrow and back on Monday so I will tell you all about it then and try and stick a few things up I've been meaning to talk about for a while. 
I been busy me, I need a holiday. 

Noise[1]

I have lived in London for several years and whilst I enjoy it on the whole, there are a few things that really get on my wick. By far and away the worst thing about London is the noise. London is officially the noisiest place in the world. Forget the crime, dirt, overpopulation, idiots etc, it's the blinking, ruddy noise that forces me to seriously consider packing my bags and leaving for a haven of tranquility like Bangkok.

Five Worst Noises

1) Sirens

2) General traffic noise (engine revving, horn beeping, crashing)

3) Mobile Phone related noise (ringtones, playing music, shouting)

4) Upset Children

5) When Doves Cry

May I suggest a Day of Peace where everyone agrees to leave the engine powered vehicle at home and children decide that they wont scream today. Mobile phones will be put on silent and to prevent sirens criminals agree not to commit crime, old people take more care climbing ladders and smokers steadfastly refuse to fall asleep in their chip pans. Ahhh, a whole day of peace and quiet. We could all congregate in Regents Park and watch bands perfom absolutely nothing. Join me you swines, join me.