Baby we were born to dodge the oilcans bein' thrown down the boulevard.. by a giant gorilla with a ... shit, doesn't scan, hey Luigi you knucklehead help me out here man

Those loonies at PopMatters truly rock the party and take us on a journey into the American Dream, taking in Faulkner, Emerson, Medieval Romance, the Protestant Work Ethic, and their ultimate manifestation in the pan-Global cultural totem of Donkey Kong. You think we're joking. But we're not. Talking of which, did anyone else out there make the leap between Bruce Springsteen's histrionics at Glastonbury the other day and the plucky little pixelated health &safety-shunning come-to-do-your-plumbing blue-collar Dyno-Rod dynamo? No? Oh, it was just us then. Next Week: Camille Paglia on the legacy of 3D Ant Attack. (What the f*** is 3D Ant Attack?)

Juliette, if we find your trousers lying around, we'll post them on, dear

Talking Heads Talking Heads Talking Heads.. Sing along now. Talking Heads Talking Heads Talking He-ads; Talking Heads Talking Heads Talking Heads...Talking Heeee-aads Tal - king Heads. Yes, indeed. For that is the sainted location in Southampton (Hampshire, in the U of K) for the most talked about comeback since George Clooney turned up again in the Queen Vic to give Ricky a good talking to. The occasion of Mark Davis' many happy returns marks the equally happy return of no less than those four oarsmen of the indiepocalypse, ACCRINGTON STANLEY. The date? SUNDAY the 14th of JUNE. 2009! Use the online check-in facility on Facebook so they don't scan your retinas at the door! Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to STANLEY!

Bang it on a big bass drummm (BOOF)! Oi What a picture, What a picture Rum tiddley um pum pum pum pum - Stick it in yer family.... you're nicked.