Let me take you back to a magic time. It was January 26 1978 and technical staff at the EMI record company refused to press a disc of the Buzzcocks because they found the B side offensive. I don't know why they didn't find the A side offensive too but I was probably out of step with the music world even then. I was more your Doris Day, Rosemary Clooney, Jim Reeves kind of guy. Even Cliff Richard was a little risque ...
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If you read the blog of yesterday, you'll know that Al Capone passed away in 1947. In 1973 screen bad guy Edward G Robinson made his exit stage left as well. 'Mother of God, is this the end of Edward G Robinson?' I rather liked the way he went in Soylent Green, being quietly euthanased to Beethoven's Pastoral. He'd probably have preferred a hail of bullets but you can't have everything.
Some days in history just don't have much happening. January 26 is like one of those days from childhood when you were staying with your Granny. You know, the one you didn't see much of, the one with the moustache, the funny eye and that rather distressing smell you couldn't quite identify. It was just a day like any other, but it seemed longer and when it was over you couldn't quite understand what it was all about and what you had done in it. That day was probably 26 January.
