Showing posts with label Basement Jaxx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Basement Jaxx. Show all posts

Friday, 6 June 2025

You keep on giving me the hold up

It may be miserable weather out there, and the forecast for this weekend is even worse, but hey! It's still the end of another tiresome week - and that alone deserves a party!

I've always adored the archetypal "party animals" Basement Jaxx, but I have to admit I have never seen this marvellous video in my life. Enjoy - and Thank Disco "Big Beat House" It's Friday!

I feel like a curry now...

Have a good weekend, dear reader! Take a brolly.

Thursday, 4 July 2024

I've got you in my heart, I got you in my head

Ignoring the UK general election and the US Independence Day completely... as our "summer" weather carries on in the bizarre pattern that it usually does in the UK at this time of year [it was considerably warmer at midnight last night than it was at midday yesterday], let us travel back in time to another unsettled yet rather warm year...1999!

Twenty-five years ago [gulp!] this month, it was indeed very dry and sunny, but thunderstorms were everywhere. That didn't stop us partying, of course!

Can these "songs of the summer" really be that old??!! Fuck.

A quarter of a century?! Where did that go?

Friday, 13 January 2023

Enjoy your nightmares, Honey, when you're resting your head

Ooo-er.

It might be the (very, very, very) welcome end of another stressful week, but it's also the day when everyone is supposed to beware ladders, opening umbrellas indoors and shoes upon the table, and look for that lucky black cat...

...Thank Disco (and Basement Jaxx) It's Friday (the Thirteenth)!

Have a good weekend, dear reader - don't smash any mirrors!

Friday, 13 July 2018

You're so totally deluded


Black cats bring good luck, don't they?

I like weekends... The sun continues to shine across the UK (and temperatures look likely to soar again by Sunday); Trump is buggering off to Scotland, where one hopes he will shut his orange gob for a while while playing golf; there'll be sweaty hunks in tight shorts grunting away in South West London today as Rafel Nadal plays Novak Djokovich in the Wimbledon tennis semi-final; and the BBC Proms Season opens tonight (more of that later, no doubt). Life is good.

However, the superstitious among us are quaking - they need Basement Jaxx [who, to my eternal shame, I discover I have never featured on this blog before] to sort them out with a bit of Good Luck!


Thank Disco it's Friday (the Thirteenth, again)!