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‘Of course, according to her, ‘our capital is being destroyed’ - perhaps stay away then."

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Never judge a book… But I bailed before even giving this metal shit a listen. Not music.

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Another CMR written on the fly, no notes, just a hazy hungover rambling of what went off the night before. SHIT THE BED. We’re in a chuffing major European semi-final. How did that happen? I didn’t shit the bed btw.

You need some perspective here. Sure, I watched Forest win European Cups back in the day. The memories there are also hazy. I wasn’t BOOZING it at the World Famous back in 1979 as a nine year-old, but yep, I was there.

The 1984 UEFA Cup run passed me by. I was too busy drinking shandy (spot the theme) and skanking to The Specials at the local Youth Club.

A major regret is passing by with the 1996 UEFA Cup run.

“One team in Europe, there’s only one team in Europe!”

…was the cry when we were the last English team standing when we reached the quarter-finals. I had given up my Trent End season ticket the year before, with a new life in S Ldn about to begin. Plus I was broke, and so I couldn’t afford fancy foreign travel.

And here we are, thirty years later, and we’ve only gone one step further. This time I feel different. I have no desire to follow Forest home and away - even if that means, erm, Villa Park. I’m happy with a TNT subscription and some cheapo Lidl BOOZE.

But that doesn’t take away what took place last night, and how I personally feel about the achievement. This was Forest playing to an international audience, home and abroad. It was our chance to prove to everyone that those horrid, horrid Championship relegation battles are behind us.

OK, so it wasn’t quite the masterclass performance. But if I try and think back to 1979 - or even load up YT highlights - then even BC knew that getting over the line by any means necessary was what’s needed to get the job done.

We went strong with the team selection. You sense that the Big Fat Greek (who appears to be AWOL over recent weeks?) must have had a quiet word with Pereira about shifting priorities.

The Anderson news ahead of KO was awful. I don’t know the personal details, but for his Mum now not to be able to see him become the likely star of the World Cup over the summer is so, so sad.

I was concerned that Wood was starting. Jesus is our man in Europe, with Wood hopefully held back to do a demolition job on Burnley on Sunday. But nope, there he was, leading the line.

OUCH! Oh no! I thought the early injury to Wood was on the same knee that has kept him out for six months. Thankfully (I think?) it was the other knee. Given the choice, I would rather play eleven men of Porto and have kept Wood fit.

The game changed on the early sending off. Forest controlled the first half, especially in midfield where MGW went unmarked for forty five minutes. The only surprise was that we only had the one goal lead taking us into the break.

Porto made the necessary tactical changes after the break. This felt more like a balanced game. We rode our luck. The City Ground crowd responded. This felt like the Sheff Utd semi-final all over again.

More injuries. uh-oh. But with a major European semi now within touching distance, you’d probably take this if it meant Rocking All Over the World would be heard at the final whistle. It’s only Burnley at the weekend…

Some decent game management saw us over the line at the end. It shouldn’t have been such a nervous watch with the one man advantage. But we’re there, all set for another Euro jolly away at, erm, Birmingham.

I’ll stick with TNT, ta.

A new one for me. I wouldn’t describe this as country, despite what Wiki tries to tell you. It’s more in the tradition of Steve Earle. It’s the kind of music Alabama 3 might be making if they came from, erm, Alabama and not Brixton. I could have done without the talky talky bits. Otherwise a very classy alt Americana album.

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I finally got round to watching the Spinal Tap film this evening. A brief VPN switch and a little creative searching led me to where I needed to be - and then the local village cinema announced that it will also be screening The End Continues in a couple of weeks. Hey hoe.

It’s not a bad film - in fact it’s rather good - but it struggle to compete with the original. No shit. Sequels are rarely a good idea, especially when all that went before was groundbreaking and spawned a whole new cinematic genre.

And so I won’t compare The End Continues to the first film. Much…

But it’s impossible to escape the backstory. Even the film itself includes footage from the first Tap movie, to help fill in the gaps for anyone who isn’t up to speed.

The plot is irrelevant. For the film to work, Tap need to be back together again. A rather unnecessary hook is developed in which to hang the next couple of hours or so. All you want to do is to observe the current state of the band relationships.

And that’s what works with The End Continues. It’s a very warm, life-affirming film, more about friendships than it is about rock ‘n’ roll. Trainspotting II tried something similar, but didn’t quite pull it off. Tap get away with it.

It’s impossible not to have any love for the main characters. The axis is around David and Nigel, and their love hate relationship. Age is also a major theme. The End Continue isn’t afraid to focus on death - and not in a metal style, either.

Some of the star cameos by the likes of Macca and Elton don’t work. They feel very forced and distract from the amateurish nature of the band. The ending is predictable, but also needed doing. Look away now if you’re a drummer, etc.

It’s a lovely film that I’m sure even the stiffs in the village cinema will enjoy. All the signposts are there from the original - Nigel and his pedals, the back and forth banter, and even the structure of the end credits.

The End Continues is about growing old ever so slightly gracefully, and a little wiser. But without the drugs.

“At half-time, Tony Woodcock, one of the Miracle Men who won back-to-back European Cups in 1979 and 1980, will be presented with his long-overdue winners’ medal for the part he played in winning the second trophy. He featured in four of the nine games Forest played to retain the trophy, before signing for Cologne — his departure upset manager Brian Clough, and he never received a second winner’s medal, until now. John McGovern, who captained that side, will hand it over.”

Woody Woodcock!

Put your records on: eleven Notts vinyl stores worth visiting on Record Store Day

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I had no idea T Bone Burnett was involved in this. It’s still bloody whiny in places. Mr Jones remains a delight. It’s one of those albums that I think I’m suppose to take seriously. But sometimes I just don’t give a shit and want to listen to something that bounces along and makes me want to bop. Counting Crows aren’t that band.

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Bubblegum greeted us as we arrived at the Table of Dreams on Monday lunchtime. Hot sticky scenes, etc. That’s going to cause quite a few issues. Bonus point for whoever can land the ball bag on the bubblegum that is positioned on a sweet spot. Some people.

We pressed on. Our scoring went a little wrong. That’s the reason why I lost 4-1. Bubblegum bummers aside, it did smell and feel like the early, early start of summer. Oh - and the grand old oak tree that some within the Town Council are on a mission to cut down has some fresh leaf growth. Goodo.

Fuck this shit. Seriously.

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The Pogues on HMS Belfast, 1985

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A race like no other: Drama, chaos, and heartbreak at an epic Paris-Roubaix – Gallery

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