Blogwatch

The latest additions to the SWSL blogroll:

Sarsparilla Vanilla
The World Is Full Of Pisswits, found courtesy of Assistant Blog and exhibiting a very nice line in bitterness and bile
Chew Get Meh? - over the years I've developed a real fondness for the Nottingham accent
Miss Mish, my fellow Troubled Diva guest blogger and self-confessed "drama queen, fag-hag, JAP".

Welcome to one and all.

Lashings of great music-related posts of late: Jonathan is less than convinced of the "genius" of The Libertines and Razorlight (as well as an appreciation of Kingsley Amis) - for what it's worth, I think The Libs make for superb interviewees, but their albums will never be up to much, while Razorlight are just chancers with nothing more to recommend them than a handful of half-decent tunes; on No Matter What You Heard, Steve enthusiastically recommends Rob Jovanovic's book 'Perfect Sound Forever - The Story Of Pavement' while Kevin is underwhelmed by the new Sahara Hotnights LP Kiss & Tell; and Graham has defended his love of Bruce Springsteen.

Elsewhere: Adrian's post about vivisection and animal rights protestors has precipitated a fascinating debate in the comments box; He Who Cannot Be Named finds himself trying to imitate the "juvenile, sweaty prose" style of Kerouac's 'Big Sur' - not much of a deviation from the norm, to be honest; Diamond Geezer is spending August taking a stroll along Piccadilly - start here and then read upwards; Kenny extols the virtues of leather on willow (and pint-in-hand); and Jonny B has just come to terms with having a misshapen hedge only to find himself living in fear of being accused of shooting at cats.

...And finally: recently back from Vilnius, He Only Lives Twice presents 'Moving The Gaolposts: Rewriting The Corporate Phrasebook'. Sample comment: "In Corporate Street Jive, 'logging off' is the hip way to take a dump. That's one for when you're riffing with the new set of grads, Partner X. 'Hey kids, I just logged off. All gone - one flush. I'm one mother frickin' ho shagging mofe. Let's go to All Bar One and get blotto... er, I mean wasted, smashed yeah. That's what you say isn't it? I knew that.'" As someone with an decided aversion to business wankspeak who also appreciated the terminology of Coupland's 'Generation X' far more than the book itself, this is right up my alley.