Justin Currie

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New album Lower Reaches released 19th August. Pre-order it and a signed lyric…

John Lydon
Stanley Spencer
The Welsh language
They rhyme garage with disparage and Farage with mirage
Barbara Castle
The subtle art of self-deprecation
They hired a…

This really makes a man gag: the chumminess, the reverence and the snivelling obeisance. All hail the unelected Head of State!…

Answers to the name “Binky”. Will come when called. Do not feed E numbers.

Call: 0141 729 01482

Please, please – if…

And this is what a football looks like. There is nothing stuck to it; no hair or gold or teeth.…

The British spring is a mad mood swing of a thing. Warm, hot, cold, warm, cold, colder. The light lacks…

We move out through Widnes’s motley sprawl under jets sailing into John Lennon. We gain the motorway and all signs…

Head for the hills, boys. Low pressure is upon us; there is no sky, or at least there is but…

In the morning I race over Buxton’s pretty park set on a hill to hunt down the bookshop Derek has…

I awake to a bright morning and shovel my various accoutrements into my black nylon trolley. Everywhere there are people…

I’m in a Radisson Blu which is a good thing. Twelfth floor with spiffy decor and big windows. I have…

There are swimmers in the sea!

The Brighton beach backwash rakes the pebbles down into the seabed with that sound like…

We plough into the seedy thicket of north London. I scramble from the hotel after installing my family of chargers…

In her tireless promotion of brand Britain, the Queen imparts her trademark enthusiasm.

If singing thirty seconds of a song in a church is hooliganism motivated by religious hatred then what the fuck…

For all the moaning minnie Scots who have been telling me the man’s a wimp, a choker, has no guts…

So I’m sitting in a rocking chair in Philadelphia airport staring out into the airfield. There’s a colony of them…

In the morning my brain cracks into consciousness like a flicked switch. 7am. What to do? I peer out of…

Again I surface suddenly from slumber at stupid o’clock. Too long flipping through the late night talk shows. What a…

There is a mercifully cool breeze in the air today. I drop into a hipster coffee shop on the way…

No shirt, no shoes, no service. I take breakfast without my trousers with impunity amongst the Saturday hipsters in Julio’s…

The cold front is sitting over Texas like despair in a geriatric ward. I take a wander round my new…

Back in the bunker after a gruelling session on Monday. Multiple takes and a lot of singing. It takes me…

I take a walk around the little golf course in the sultry tropical morning. I’d say run, but running’s for…

I start off with a little saunter through the pleasant morning heat down to the no-nonsense taco place that’s becoming…

Monday is just beautiful. If summer days in Glasgow were like this I’d start believing in God. So thank fuck…

I decide to investigate a new morning venue. These are the critical choices I have to fret over. In a…

It was a relatively late one last night, battering away at a vocal comp with Mr. McC. Remarkably, it sounded…

After sleeping late and patronising one of my breakfast haunts I sit down and make a playlist to take to…

Sunday, and I have a breakfast engagement with my landlady and her son, Hugo. Hugo has been running and needs…

Monday. Three days to go till I get on that plane that takes me to the plane that takes me…

Iain Harvie from Del Amitri once commented that to the uninitiated it must appear as if nothing actually happens in…

We strike out from Stamford at noon to watch the milky light angling onto to the extremely pretty undulating Rutland…

What is Sale? I’m here, in Sale, I’m walking through its – what are they, streets? but I can’t determine…

I like Leeds. It’s the Manhattan of Yorkshire. The dwellers have interesting faces. They’re open and blunt but oddly into…

It is a relief to quit the strange hotel. I had to resort to headphones to mask the odd noises…

Finally we leave Weymouth after being waylaid in Bridport along the coast. The show was in the Electric Palace, a…

We ease into Bath’s one-way web in the early afternoon. I dump my accoutrements in the little box of my…

Like every English city Sheffield has been pimped, the yawning gaps left by sixties demolition and eighties recession suddenly filled…

Peter Hitchens, mad as a hatter though he is, said this: “Even now, in a corner of every newspaper office…

I am proud of Scotland. Proud of the fact that we are an experimental human repository for the study of…