B-Side Sunday.
January 18, 2009
Alas… No B-Side Sunday this week. God loves a trier, but the Vicar simply can’t summon the energy today to cast the moneylenders from the Temple of pop like some kind of modern-day glitterball Jesus, armed ony with a righteous B-Side blast of ‘Side Two’ salvation and the cock-eyed optimism that plagues those men burdened with a dream. Vacation is what you take when you can’t take what you’ve been taking any longer.
Next week, though. Next week he takes it all back. Cherrypicking the best from the rest to leave you in giddy pools of your own sticky, trembling ecstacy that is guaranteed to have you more excited that a puppy that’s just inherited a toilet roll factory – whether you like it or not. Quite simply, it’s the weekly blog ceremony that won’t take your no for an answer.
