News and Rants

So the UK awakes to a new Prime Minister. Some overweight privileged slob who couldn’t give two fucks about anyone outside Planet London, except when he needs to harvest votes. In Thatcher’s day she sold off the Public Utilities cheap to ingratiate common man. Buy underpriced shares, win, win, win....

Christmas has been and gone like a wraith slipping through your letterbox, emptying all your pockets and squirting lard down your throat while you sleep. Fat fucker. You quietly aid your demise by casually dissolving your liver and kidneys at periodic intervals throughout the over-long holiday season. Gone are the...

We’ve been open over five years now. Not here today, gone tomorrow as suggested in the beginning. Knowing looks from passers-by. “He won’t last long – vintage guitars ? That’s bollocks that is” or quite often “I had one of them in “64, cost me £ 80. How much ?...

A glorious scorching red hot poker of a summer. Records broken again. Temperatures hover around 3o°. Reaches a staggering 45° in my flower bed in front of the shop, built like a blue brick kiln. Absorbs the heat. Not many shops with a flower bed, good for the bees. Don’t...

So the world wakes again to another US shooting atrocity. Yet another homegrown nut job. Orange Donald said it wasn’t guns to blame but mental illness – no shit, still a lump of lead to the head does you no good at all no matter how sick the trigger finger....

Rumour is we are going to be renamed again – Axe Grinder. This could be viewed as a not so subtle attempt to subvert search engines and boost gay readership. Sadly no, just a suggestion by Greg, one of my more talented customers. There’s certainly always something to grind. Mind...