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So all films are the same, despite the shortcomings! The best post on here ever. I give in, lets not critisize a film or judge its quality against other films as long as it has nice music in it, great criteria to have a discussion. Its a bit like someone comparing Southern Soul and Southern Thrash metal and saying none of it is perfect so who cares....... Mr Byrne says it all, it was a very poorly executed film. Full stop, Although no doubt, these bedwetters will be saying it was great. The specific part in it that reveals its heart, or lack of it, was the end where he says "I only went because of you" as they give up Wigan after being regulars for a few months and they sail off into the far off land of Nottingham never to go to another soul do until they are in their 50's, divorced and desolate at the closing of their local British Legion. That the subject matter equals who influenced the film and who it was made for I suppose says a lot. The end. Roll The Credits.

50 copies..... pretty sure I have 2 of these*, and based on most records of only 50 copies all hitting at least 4 figures, feel free to send me your best offer, just don't include the wife just yet to see I what else is on offer. *Apologies for the obviously annoying gratuitous I have one post, but my justification, as I need to provide to avoid being labelled little dick, is I am genuinaly amazed at the small run and would obviously seriously consider selling my extra one, assuming I haven't already given it away as I normally do with spares (see a nice guy really!)

I think this may have been an AJ "Byrney" Byrne statement, to describe the horrendous quality of pop masquerading as R&B in early to mid 90's. Still makes me chuckle, Messrs, Anderson, Kitchener and Taylor may have been party to this invention also.

Try the equally brilliant lyrically supreme Must I Kill Her by David Hudson, which I am sure was not based on Clarence's life experience. Just a brilliant songwriter, especially of that time and some of my favourite stuff. I think someone else covered MIKH but can't remember who.

Also worth saying, I tried this out many times and it never really worked, in my set anyway, Another Gary Rushbrooke gem for me, fair to say?

I paid a tenner in mid 80's from Soul Bowl, that immortal and self satisfying phrase I love saying. Given my normal profiteering me selling it for about a 100 seems reasonable, probably about 20 years ago also but the above makes me think it was one of my few that I should have got more. To be fair don't think I have seen that many since.

Changing Scene I suspect you mean, great double sider although the tempo terrorists are probably on a mission to destroy all copies, adding to its rarity. Good shout now though as I suspect a very forgotten record, sadly.

Arnold McCuller think it was LP only but sure one of our Scandivian cousins will have a 45 tucked away somewhere.

Ouch. Another genuine genius whose influence on the soul world was massive. RIP. Another of the greats gone.

Rubbish Ted, I think Johns price is about right. Did I happen to say I have one for sale that is well used, but plays perfect. Sure I could do about a 70% discount of Mr Manships price :P Ps a fiver to you Ted if you delete the link

Which label was the Ty Karim on?

I think it is a later re-issue, did ABC not gain the rights and then issue and reissue some stuff. A few albums by OV Wright and Carl Carlton seem to have the ABC Backbeat logo and I think were issued some time after recording. All assumptions so would be nice to have some of our clever people confirm or otherwise.

I won't ever complain about the constantly late trains again, although the safety side is still a bit dodgy. Well done to the RMT for supporting this, between this and the Gay Pride marches that Andy attends the RMT guys are really supportive of local communities.

Its a legit repress mate, I atually have at least 2 and I think 3 different releases of it, althought not the first, kept buying one thinking I would find one without the studio noise but no luck! And yes avoiding London, all the consultants are all up here working for the three weeks which might explain your lack of turnover mate, the expenses gravy train is currently in Edinburgh I suspect!

Thats the one I have but its a later issue, the first one is called On Top, but exactly same tracks and is from 68. I never realised until some helpful chap explained they were the same although its all on Discogs. Hope you are enjoying the Olympics mate...

Off course it is horses for courses Dave, as you say depending on venue and style. I doubt if I would want a Northern do for more than an hour and at your Basics do, my experience was that was perfect, particularly not knowing the crowd (although not sure your crowd would agree!) thats sensible. But as you say outside these restraints then it makes no sense at all. I was responding to the daft statement on the modern scene that as usual takes no consideration that there is such a scene beyond Northern "progressives". And if you are playing general soul stuff any less than an hour is daft due to length of tracks but more importantly as Tony says the ability to change things around, which to be honest is the only way I could dj now, and even then only in my own room. As I say to Dave I agree on most of that Sean, I have seen Butch play longer sets and being blinding, but he tends to move 60's to 80's and lets be honest the amount of people interested in that all nighters is countable on a Londoners webbed toes. But outside these constraints I love it, the old cliche of going on journeys and changing the vibe can be done equally by, and is equally applicable to, a good Soul dj as they are to House dj's, where it is the norm. Just not many people with the confidence, taste and forethought to do. Its not easy I appreciate that but still something to behold when done right. And as for your set Lifeline, sure a few other people were meant to be djing but you were doing such a good job they just closed their boxes and enjoyed your pain, most of us did, its still talked about and a good example of something just being right for time and place. Not like you to be humble :D

I did, and have read it many times on other threads from you, but I prefer dealing in the actual rather than the abstract, I am presenting an alternative opinion, and challenging yours, but as usual you are entering the dummy spitting contest. It used to be called debate, I would have thought you would have been used to it on your previous scene, Now grow up son, people have better things to do than follow any childish spat from us, Goodnight and god bless.

And conversely is nobody is allowed to challenge your opinions, FFS put your dummy back in. You are keen on presenting your opinions on all these fresh dj's out there, so all I am trying to do is get you to articulate it clearer. I disagree you could have an additional guest without losing a resident, unless you mean moving Butch, For me Lifelines only reason to move Butch would be to give Andy or Mick a more central set. Its on 4 times a year with these residents and Cliff. I would argue these guys are hardly regular djs ever week at moment, are they. So to me your suggestion doesn't make sense unless you lose one of the residents, Its called disagreeing, it used to happen every week in record bars in my day, I can only assume thats another thing where the standard has dropped amazing in recent years. However lets not got bogged down in this, I used this comment to illustrate the rest of my points, which are conveniently being ignored. I repeat then of all these fresh djs you talk about, do you really think there are very many , and there will be some obviously, can push these guys? To me the debate should be about encouraging these guys to appear more regular, getting the real unknown sounds better coverage, making it easier for these guys to break the records they undoubtedly have, then all these back rooms could support these, assuming all the attendees attend the "bigger" events. Sounds simple to me, and was always how it was, however nothing on here breaks my conviction there is too much self interest of the "ten-bob DJ's" (and I was only ever that so its not an insult) to be center of things, rather than the support they should be, I suspect we are on different planets on this, so no point ruining this thread, just wanted to at least articulate clearly my point that you obviously found so hurtful

Oh well back in the box, makes a change from the 6 or so that had to come out of box after Mr Manship published his last book Not sure why I thought that, other than slightly smudgy writing on the 45 rpm bit,

And to stay on topic OV Wrights Love The Way You Love, proper powerhouse of a dancer And Soul Twins, Mr Independant deep brilliance, and You'r The One, proper shouty aggro soul, messy as hell so not for the constant steppers on the dance floor but soulful genius,.

I just came on here to see this and now you have got me involved in threads I have been trying to leave alone! As always your fault Pete. Re Carl Carlton I have this in boot pile but on a look a like label, sure someone must have told me that, are you saying there are no boots like that? Had it since early 80's so its not recent. Was going to sell it on ebay as boot too.....

Sorry but is this about all niters or soul nites, all I see are lists of mates who do their local dj's, a bundle of ten bob dj's, all with lovely records, worth a listen but not as the main event. When will people realise that all these "progressive" soul nights, where the promoter always dj's is killing the niter scene the claim to love, all this regional rubbish. I am out of it now, I realise that but just can't believe the egotistical crap on here. And still no or little mention of Butch, Andy D, Kitch, Steve G, Cliff Steele, who between them have far more progressive and unknown records than the whole lot of people mentioned on here put together, and they hardly dj every week do they. And there are others that may not have as many as these guys but have quantity and yet no mention. Until people stop blaming the oldies scene and consider the damage their progressive nights with 30 mates all over the country are doing, so they can dj, then they are kidding themselves. As I have little interest in going out these days I know I should keep my beak out but I cannot believe the depths my beloved scene is been dragged into by all the psuedo DJ's. The best comment so far is Adam's, get rid of a Lifeline resident and have another guest, FFS, Andy D and Mick end up playing all hours rather than right in middle when they should be to allow the team the right spots, I challenge you now to name a guest who should replace these guys and why!

You are having a laugh aren't you, unless you mean ex Northern dj's playing pseudo modern soul in a working mens club Get out and hear some dj's out your circle FFS and don't make such daft statements. I really try not to get involved in these but I can't believe the ignorant and ill informed statements that people make, Sadly some people take statements like yours as facts Yes longer sets, most dj's can't do it because they are the ten bob dj's so loved at soul nights by people on here. Proper DJ's would revel in it.

I have had a number of people asking for an update on this last few weeks and what happened to my updates during the actual day, well the following is his story of the day! So night before, it was suggested come and stay at Chez Laws, we would have a light supper, (you could tell there were Southerners present, they were soon informed that in my world you just say come for your tea and you get food, the start of many communication difficulties were evident), a couple of drinks and a very early night so we could be up in time for our 3.45 start. I was most upset when delivered a contract to sign saying I wouldn't roll up at 3.45 straight from some den of iniquity, I pointed out it was Peebles where the only thing open at that point was the local sheep brothel, but they still made me sign, with default leading to a kicking from Mrs Kitchener. I signed there and then. So on the evening before a genteel family meal was decided on to have, the 4 golfers seem to take umbrage at me continually referring to it as a last supper for them for some reason, the first add to my handicap of the weekend was about to land when unable to make up our mind on whether to drink wine or beer Tef said lets try one of each, we did, they were both excellent so we continued to have one of each every round! Bogie number 1. So after a very pleasant meal back to chez Law's for a couple of light drinks and early to bed, I was most grateful to the four or so who had a hotel room, allowing me the couch in Chez Laws, although that was soon to become another bogie on the score, more of that later. So a few nice glasses of Fizz to celebrate, Tef and Kitch joined me in imbibing but making the point loudly they were leaving soon as they needed their rest, Colin had fallen asleep by this time and was snoring loudly, it was 8.30 so he had managed an extra half hour beyond his normal bedtime since arrival of Rubin, and Andy W was drinking his third glass of water and eating a banana, while straightening his scarf, and making it loudly known he had finished a whole pint in the restaurant. Julia was in the garden shed where the beer was kept, drinking 4 at a time, sensing Tef and Kitch were going to drag her back to the hotel soon. Mrs Whitmore and Ms Chambers (Colin's other half) were chatting politely in the kitchen while opening their fourth bottle of fizz, they had given me a glass out of each one to be fair. Then mass exodus begun, everyone needed their beauty sleep, Colin was dragged up stairs by his son, still snoring and he didn't even open an eye, Mr Whitmore needed to do his stretching exercises, drink more water and iron the 34 scarves he had brought with him to allow him to choose the one that would match his hair dye colour. I went to grab my cover to lie down but before I could sit down, Mrs Whitmore and Ms Chambers appeared with a bottle of fizz in each hand and 3 glasses, saying politely you will join us for 1 wont you. It would have been rude, and probably dangerous, to refuse, so 4 hours later, my ears feeling like they had been assaulted by a cacophony of Kalashnikovs at 1.45am, 2 hours before we leave I took advantage of Mrs W and Miss C going for another couple of bottles by collapsing in a heap on the couch mumbling never again. Double bogie. I was woken by the sight of Mrs Whitmore looking as fresh as daisy staring at me, and all I could hear her saying was "Put the phone down, he is breathing!. I stood up. I collapsed. I stood up slower this time and looked around, it looked like I was in some Disney movie with everyone wearing bright clothes, more of which later and smiling and being happy, I looked at Julia who had drunk the hut dry and yet was looking so fresh as were my two torturers from the couch all of 2 hours ago and then sat down again. I was woken up by my car keys being thrown at my head with a shout of you are driving! Triple Bogie. 5 bacon rolls and 12 cups of coffee taken intravenously and I was ready for the off. I was now awake enough to take in my colleagues, Colin dressed top to toe in white, but looking more like Larry Grayson than Jack Nicklaus, Andy W in perfectly ironed black trousers, with the creases on the outside of the legs continuing in perfect symmetry up the sleeves of his black polo neck, that was so smoothly ironed it was difficult to tell where the jumper stopped and the skin started, until you nipped him. I forgot how he screamed like a girl. Tef was looking a little goggle eyed but generally fit for the off, only sign of him having hurried up was that his claret and blue underpants were on over his trousers, thankfully the weather meant he would need to put waterproofs on over his trousers so thought no point in telling him. And Kitch in corner practising his putting, while Julia moaned that he had hidden her last 12 bottles before she went to bed. And then we were there, their jaws dropped at the first tee as they started to realise just how stupid, very honourable, but stupendously stupid they had been to volunteer. The clouds were gathering, first light was poking through, wildlife peering at them as if they were crazy and in front of them one of the longest toughest courses in the area, that is famous for being twice as hard in a bad weather. A blast of thunder roared. Julia and I put on another layer, sat under cover in the buggy, swapped hip flasks and laughed loudly at their folly! I realised it was time for the first tee when Tef woke me up by throwing a golf ball at me. I set up my phone and i-pad to give you all an hourly report of our jolly japes, only to find as usual 0-2 signal was minus 2 bars! My plans to have 14million twats follow me on twitter, making me the biggest Twit alive,were foiled. Another bogie. First few holes were uneventful, mainly because I slept all the way round, just waking up long enough to point buggy straight ahead and put my foot down while snoozing, only hit the occasional hill on way round. Andy W in particular said he was impressed by how well I handled the buggy. After them all moaning at me to stop snoring, I thought I better wake up properly, just in time to find Julia stealthily swapping her now empty hip flask for my still full one. The rest of the round actually was pretty jovial and jolly, all being very sporting, giving each other 20 foot putts and patting each other on the back saying well done each hole, you knew it wouldn't last. The first round went in a whirl, Colin still looking like a Persil advert, Andy W swatting mercilessly a fly that that had landed on one of his creases, Tef wondering why his trousers were rubbing more than ever, and Kitch, still practising his putting whistling quietly and scribbling notes on every hole, but on closer inspection was slyly drinking the twelve bottles he had hid from Julia the previous night! We had been worried about the mass of midges waiting to feast on our flesh, but they were foiled by my flashing Tef's cigar past Julia just as she was breathing out, the alcoholic flash of flames soon had them scurrying away looking for easier prey. Birdie no.1. It was decided to march straight on to tee without a break, boys were feeling good, and thought lets go for it. Few drinks of water, few bananas, Julia filled both hip flasks, and kept both, I slept but was woken up by Mr Whitmore's snapping his knuckles and stretching his muscles, whispering under his breath, "my body is THE temple". The 2nd round was almost as jolly, and incident free, other than Colin slipping slightly and ending up with a grass stain on his knees, thankfully he had brought another 7 pairs to change into, Andy brought on the substitute scarf that now made him look like Lionel Blair rather than Prettyboy Weller, thought I better not tell him, as he was getting a bit cheeky. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And another incident free round done in record time, mostly because they didn't look for lost balls, which in Mr W's case is 2 a hole, although that never seems to make its way onto scorecard, and proving the only bright thing about our much missed Chudders not being present as like all Yorkshireman he refuses to leave any lost ball while it is still light, and he will often produce his old miners helmet to prolong the search, we could have been there some time. So after round 2, some weary legs but revived by bacon rolls and coffee, the boys were ready for a competitive round, As the course was much busier they would now have to slow down, so this was designated as the clash of Titans round (pretty tiny titans admittedly but lets call it a metaphor) and off they went. Shot after shot, growl after growl, no pats or warm handshakes now, shouts of temper and teeth being gnashed so loud at missed putts I feared for their tickers. The end of each hole was recognised from the salutation of lucky Bast**d or you sure you didn't take 2 out of the bunker. But all was going relatively well, Andy W just second, although not counting the lost balls again, Kitch slowly coming up on the outside and Tef starting to unleash the drives to catch up, while Colin forgot to tell every one he had lost 7 strokes in his handicap streaked ahead. All was going swimmingly until towards the 17th Andy Whitmore almost gave me a heart attack, I was driving up the path besides the fairway minding my own business when he threw himself not just in front of my buggy but straight against the windscreen, his face looking like he was on some downward rollercoaster ride, he now knew how that poor fly he had swatted earlier felt. Not only did he throw himself on he clung on for about 30 yards as I, mistakenly due to the screaming and panic all around , pressed on the accelerator pedal instead of the brakes. Oops, I did apologise but my lawyer completely refutes the story I was getting bored just playing bumpers with Julia and drove straight at him and pressed the accelerator, deliberately, just to see how high I could punt him. Totally libellous. And I am not the vengeful sort! The remaining 2 holes were a little muted, we almost fell sorry for Mr W and let him on the buggy, I did say only almost, as soon as he got close we drove away. The boys were now ready for soup and final round. The final round was a slog, there were some weary legs and arms with most holes seeming twice as long. Again we felt empathetic and sympathetic towards our brave soldiers, however anyone trying to get a free hurl on the buggy was still seen off with the cattle prod we had brought along for the job of keeping the boys off the buggies, sporting integrity and all that. So some 15 hours after we started, 1000's of golf shots, lost balls increasing as rounds went on, we finished with an amazing sense of camaraderie, kinship and completeness, there was a huge sense of achievement, we felt like the real team GB, proper Olympians. I was however brought back to Earth by Julia kicking me out of the team photos as to be fair the boys had done all the real hard hard work, we had just had fun watching, oh that and it was my round again....... So all in all, a fantastic achievement by these guys, in both money achievements but in making it round and still smiling, and guess what they were so inspired by the money everyone has contributed they want to do it again. Bunch of nutters. I know people contribute to loads of things these days and in loads of different ways so hopefully not wanting to pressure, but if anyone who hasn't still wants to donate, it would be gratefully received and gratefully used. I still haven't so off over there now. Well done guys, proud to call you all friends!

I suspect any young ones reading the site will know the one place they won't find the biggest moaners (including me before anyone takes an Olympic huff) is in a venue....