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To Moving Image!

…on Tuesday evening. Tuesday evening is DATE NIGHT, right? I do bloody love sharing my Tuesday evenings in a musty old village hall with the local coffin dodgers.

Oh - and Wifey as well.

The film up for grabs was Holy Cow, a French language film, natch.

Wifey tried to tell me beforehand that it was a flick all about a French yoof living in the countryside who liked shagging.

Job’s a good ‘un, etc.

I was the smart arse who watched the trailer shortly before leaving. I pulled her up on the finer details.

“Actually, luv, it’s a film about making cheese. Plus some shagging in a rural French setting.”

So there.

Erectile dysfunctions also featured. It was a French film, after all.

Plus it was short - the film, not the erectile sub-plot. I do like a short film that means that I’m back at base for the second half of the football.

Date Nights ROCK in our household, Comrades.

The plot was simple: a family death on a rural cheese making farm leads to some rapid growing up for a young French yoof. His quest then becomes to manufacture some award winning cheese.

You’d have problems pitching that one at the major film studios.

There was a delightful sense of innocence throughout. It was accompanied by a charming rural soundtrack. It reminded me in parts of the fantastic Detectorists.

It made me want to experiment and make some cheese.

No prizes for guessing that the French yoof didn’t land the big cheese prize. But there was a happy ending, of sorts.

Ce la vie.

A new album from Sleaford Mods is coming.

Hurrah!

It’s been a while.

In true amateurish fashion, the mailing list fails to provide a release date. November sounds about right.

Ahead of the release, there’s the usual first drop from the record - The Good Life. Dark beats, potty-mouth lyrics and a pantomime video to match.

“You wear crap clothes like Jasper Carrott…”

Joining Sleaford Mods on this track is Gwendoline Christie. They always seem to have the best collabs: Billy Nomates, Amy Taylor from Amyl and the Sniffers, Dry Cleaning, Orbital, Perry Farrell.

Decent.

There’s some Rock City dates coming up as well. They’re going to be a bit bonkers, right?

Probably my fave Albarn album. I love the London Music Hall head nod, the bass, the random off beat drumming. A true English melting pot.

Yer man Damon should be spoken of in decades to come as one of the greats of English songwriting. I love it that he has the balls to do what the fuck he wants, when the mood suits. It’s helped here, obvs, that he is backed by a stellar cast.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Catching up with the Monday Night Club on 5Live from last night. It’s usually a half decent listen. I try and at least dip into some of the headline points each week, either live, or via BBC Sounds.

No surprises that Postecoglou’s sacking at Forest led the agenda on Monday evening. It’s better than not being talked about, back in the dark, dark days of the Championship.

I think?

Anyway - Chris Sutton was as ever, the flag waver for Postecoglou. No surprises there. Sutton of course sees Postecoglou through the lens of what he achieved in a two team division up in Scotland.

I like Sutton - I really do. More so the MNC Sutton when he usually Tells It Like It Is, as opposed to the piss poor comedy act with Robbie Savage on 606. This has become more or less unlistenable of late.

On Monday evening, Sutton chose to target his Postecoglou anger at Ryan Yates. The basis for the rant was a post-match interview that the Forest Captain gave following the Chelsea debacle.

Yates was the only club person to do ANY media post-Postecoglou’s sacking on Saturday evening. He did the entire round of international, national and local media. No one else within the club - those behind the decision - were brave enough to step forward.

It’s not clear which interview Sutton listened to, but he was adamant that Yates had gone behind Postecoglou’s back to the Big Fat Greek, saying that he doesn’t like his manager. No evidence of this exists.

“Who does he think he is?”

…asked Sutton.

Erm, the Forest Captain, whose role and responsibilities include fronting up for the club, when others are too ashamed to justify their own actions.

Hopefully Sutton and Savage will now drop their OH SO FUNNY running gag of Forest being Sutton’s “Your Nottingham Forest.”

I don’t recall seeing Sutton down in the Sheep Dip back in the day at the old BBG, giving it some to the D***y fans.

Modern football. Funny old game, innit.