Cheeseford - Barfe's blogdom

There's not much else to say but 'Oh fuck'. RIP Humph.

My status as a serious researcher of weighty topics has just led me to look up the 1970s Yorkshire TV children's show Animal Kwackers o...

You can't keep a good title down, as I discovered when I chanced upon a March 1982 edition of the Radio Times (East region, 6-12 March 1...

Being as poor as a church mouse, I've become rather good at making things for myself. I bake my own bread, I grow my own seasonal veg, I...

Being a freelance type, I know far too much about daytime television. I hate most of it and the personalities involved. If Lorne Spicer ever...

I saw a poster for a Pink Floyd tribute band earlier today, which bore a hell of an endorsement. "Possibly the best concert experience ...

I'm busy. Isn't everyone?

There must be something in the air. Shortly after The Urban Woo's computer went sideways , my own 4 year-old laptop decided to switch it...

I was determined to stay well out of the chain letter book meme thing currently infesting bloggery, but when a man as nice and good as Matth...

I now own a David Hockney original. That's it on the left, embodying the great artist's current crusade against the absurdities of t...

As Brian Matthew's Sounds of the Sixties is to my Saturday morning, so TV Burp is to Saturday teatime. It's the only way I am ever ...

Listening to 'your old mate' Brian Matthew's Sounds of the Sixties on the Light Programme, as is my Saturday morning wont, I re...

As a fully paid-up geek, I love modern communications technology, but, like everything, it has a downside. Spam email is one of the less ag...

The stories of cruelty and abuse emerging from investigations at the former Haut de la Garenne children's home in Jersey are terrible an...

Thursday was a bit crap, one way and another. I had a job interview in the morning, at which the panel spent far too long asking me about so...

Just when I was about to post about the social menace of the MP3 phone, the Urban Woo beats me to it . They are truly horrible things. I fea...

I've paid farewell to the London Library. My membership lapses at the end of the month and I've returned all of the books I had on l...

Like many television enthusiasts (all male, obviously), I have a tendency to record programmes that I never get around to watching. In my ca...

It pains me to admit this, but I've become jaded, musically speaking. This chap, who once pored over release schedules and went to the r...

I'm just working my way through Q6, Q7 and Q8, Spike Milligan's BBC2 shows from the second half of the 1970s. A gangling presence in...