Armor of God PJs

Now, this is a disturbing one.

Apparently these deranged pajamas were designed by a mother to accompany a typical god-bothering bedtime, and now she's decided to put them on sale.

The effect, I believe, is meant to be inspiring - however, it comes across instead as not unlike the Church of England doing a rather camp panto, or a junior, football-supporting version of Howard Brenton's The Romans In Britain, which is a bit scary, to be honest.

I wish I hadn't had that particular thought. Ewww.

One to file under "faintly ridiculous", I feel.

(link courtesy of mydadsstripclub.com)

Sing, David! Sing!

One of the things I miss from last summer (about the only thing, truth be known) is the sheer diversity of live music in Huddersfield. We still have live music, but the ambition amongst promoters doesn't seem to be there right now. Gig of last year? Probably Duke Special/David Ford at the Cornerhouse. A quality lineup that had me spellbound and (does this sound odd?) optimistically heartbroken from start to finish. Since then, David has gone from breaking hearts with a stripped-down set to being way, way too big for a place like ours - yet he's still a relatively unknown quantity. This summer, Dave's been doing the US, more's the pity for us stuck back here- and this is what we've been missing: Don't Tell Me, live at The Living Room in NYC. Gorgeous. It brings back memories: some more embarrassing than others...

The Owl And The Pussycat

Woah!

Paul Brazier and Slumbering (two artists I admire greatly) have collaborated on a little something called The Owl And The Pussycat. It's a wappy, elliptical song and I utterly, wholeheartedly recommend it.

The Owl And The Pussycat
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