Sunday, 23 August 2015
Alright, there have been 14 heavyweight motorsickle blog posts since our last detour 'off-topic' so I don't feel I'm pushing my luck with this gem.
I'm not one for uniforms, club colours or overtly trying to fit in with the crowd (though I guess I am magnetised towards those of a similar mindset, so I'm going to look a bit like my mates, I suppose), HOWEVER, as soon as I saw this 1969 recording I wanted to demand that Ben and I wear identical watermelon red shirts with Concorde collars and banana-coloured ball-huggers whenever we're together on official Sideburn business.
Additionally, if I had it my way, our attachés, (deputy editor Mick P; Entertainments officer Dave Skooter Farm; poet Travis and subscriptions mistress Deb) would also be made to wear Irish green tuxedos and white turtlenecks AT. ALL. TIMES.
Who's with me? G