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Long-Gone Tommy The Mook

About Me

it's all motorcycles and music; loud and dirty. My first real social life was as a psychobilly at the Club Foot in Hammersmith. Spent many happy years drinking Snakebite there. Grew up and found rockabilly at Silks, Dingwalls, Camden Workers. Discovered motorbikes. Came back to the rockin scene to the new Dingwalls and to the Russell Arms. Moved up north. I play guitar and double bass and have a couple of classic bikes. I moonlight as a remedial masseur and dabble in music...

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My Blog

Sadness

It's on me thick and heavy today. It's only been two days since Bruno died in our arms and I think it's starting to settle in. I can still see his glittering eyes from the sofa that isn't there any ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 09:30:00 GMT

Normal

I've been thinking of writing a new blog for a while now but haven't quite been inspired to do so until today. Today I got a bulletin forwarded to me from a couple of people that saddened me greatly. ...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 06:37:00 GMT

Falling Red

Review. I was pleased to get an invitation to Falling Red’s album launch at the Brickyard on Good Friday just gone. I have taken an interest in the band’s growth and change over the years ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 17:20:00 GMT

Evil

Let us meditate on the nature of evil for a while. If you are a religious person it can be defined quite clearly and given a name. Once charracterised as such he can be dressed up and glamorised and d...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 17:30:00 GMT

Bored

I am such a mySpace miserable old fucker. I get a load of quizzes and jokes and stuff on my bulletins and just get aggravated by them; I don't want to prove I really am your friend and I don't want to...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 05:01:00 GMT

The Lurching Unicyclist

The next gig is the final Sideshow gig! And about time too. I was tired and stressed out in January so you may well be able to imagine how I'm feeling now. I still get the griping cunts who think that...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 17:11:00 GMT

E=mc squared

I like the idea of playing a gig, picking up you gear and walking home. Yeah, I like the idea... I'm not such a big fan of actually walking home carrying all your gear which just gets heavier every st...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 18:04:00 GMT

Runaway Train

I dream in molten metal. I can see great blobs of white hot metal penetrating and fusing plates of steel cooling from orange to red to black, hammering off the perfect bead of black slag to see a brig...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 09:38:00 GMT

Passion

So now Sideshow has competition. And why not? It's not like Sideshow deserves any special treatment, does it? Let's take a journey back through the mists of  time and see what we find... Back in ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 15:07:00 GMT

Stag Nation

This is a review of the last Sideshow. Took lots of effort and used up all my purty words and not a single fuck or cuntword."That could have been the last time Man Bites Dog will play Sideshow. In fac...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 17:05:00 GMT