#Boddingtons

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[davedyecom]

BLOG/CAST: Graham Watson #1

In the style-obsessed 80s, no agency was more obsessed than BBH. Everything that came out of the place reeked of it. Including the staff. Their men’s toilets were stocked with tubs of hair gel (What? It was the eighties!) Their AAR reel, a tool for agencies for clients to compile pitch lists, didn’t follow the template the rest of the industry did (pasty faced public schoolboys using big words,…

[unteriors]

Hakea Road, Boddington, Western Australia.

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[rehsgalleries]

Henry John Boddington

(1811 - 1865)

The Way to the Mill, North Wales

Oil on canvas

24 x 36 inches

Signed; also titled on a label on the reverse

[archiveoftheodd]

Nominated Authors!

We could not be more elated to have published THREE WHOLE STORIES that ended up on the shortlist for Brave New Weird. Congratulations to Jacob (Truth Serum), Rajiv (The Troubling History of Boddington's Inlet), Samir (Pennsylvania Furnace Reprise), and this whole collection of weird, wonderful authors that made it on the list.

All three of our nominees can be found in Archive of the Odd Issue Three: Aibohphobia.

[neonradiation]

Album Review: 'Five' by Chris Boddington

Key Quote: "We are thankful Chris has ripped up the rule book here. An awesome collection of songs".

Five is released on 23-May-25 and is a extended player of 8 songs...

1. Invisible Man

The original version of the track that inspired/launched a 100 remixes. It opens with chic-style guitar riff and although there's no details of the vocalist given, its a mixture of talking and semi-rap. The lyrics are to be not taken literally, but rather a feeling of being invisible and being set free by the music. Epic opener.

2. Do It

Cool 80s style electronic bass riff opens this track with old skool style rapping. The bridge section gives way to piano and strings for a nice little interlude before a strong final section.

3. Hustlin'

This song grabs the attention from the off with an unsual (but catchy as hell) banjo riff and then some slide guitar. The rap over the top works very well and overall gives the song a 'Old Town Road' kinda vibe. The stand out track so far purely based on the originality of the arrangement.

4. Marrakech

A middle-eastern style song which until the vocals come in could be from a Hans Zimmer soundtrack. Interestingly, the rap vocals and the various effects scattered throughout work very well.

5. Odyssey

We have a cohesive theme developing for this collection of tracks which is soundtrack-esque instrumentation with old style rap vocals. This one has some great hip-hop style beats which are the glue to the different styles. On paper, this shouldn't work - but it definitely does!

6. Say Your Prayer

The break-beats continue with an excellent and sparse piano to set the scene. Female rap vocals take the lead here and offer a new dynamic to proceedings. An instrumental horn break adds more depth to this track with a extended build into what I thought would be the final chorus - but this kinda fizzles out towards the end instead which a shame.

7. I Like When You

Funky percussion make this a very danceable track and when the synth arpeggios come in, you'd better be out of your chair. This is very slick production and a nice bit of George Benson style guitar toward the end. My only gripe is that this song is just too short - time to play it again then...

8. Loca

Latino-rap song which turns into a Chemical Brothers style mash up. Again, we are thankful Chris has ripped up the rule book here. An awesome finish to an excellent collection of songs.

Despite being original in terms of musical styles and production, this collection of songs hangs together more cohesively than the previous long-player 'Love Ting'.

Chris Boddington Contact Details:

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/chrisboddington

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ChrisBodMusic

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6iYCIqZoES9R5bCAYN5bgo?si=OVbywn_8TyaMY7sMRZqU3g

Bandcamp: https://chrisboddington.bandcamp.com/album/love-ting-album-4-2024

[of-stars-and-dust]

Astronomy Picture of the Day

2025 February 11

The Spider and the Fly

A star field has a red diffuse glow on the right-hand side. Distinct nebulas appear in the center and on the lower left.

Image Credit & Copyright: Dave Boddington

Will the spider ever catch the fly? Not if both are large emission nebulas toward the constellation of the Charioteer (Auriga). The spider-shaped gas cloud in the image center is actually an emission nebula labelled IC 417, while the smaller fly-shaped cloud on the left is dubbed NGC 1931 and is both an emission nebula and a reflection nebula. About 10,000 light-years distant, both nebulas harbor young star clusters. For scale, the more compact NGC 1931 (Fly) is about 10 light-years across. The featured deep image, captured over 20 hours during late January in Berkshire UK, also shows more diffuse and red-glowing interstellar gas and dust.

Authors & editors: Robert Nemiroff (MTU) & Jerry Bonnell (UMCP)

NASA Official: Amber Straughn

A service of: ASD at NASA / GSFC,

Specific rights apply.

NASA Science Activation

& Michigan Tech. U.

[manitat]

Nick Boddington - Lover, You Should’ve Come Over

[genericglassesgirl]

You can find me in your local import beer aisle

[apod]

2025 February 11

The Spider and the Fly Image Credit & Copyright: Dave Boddington

Explanation: Will the spider ever catch the fly? Not if both are large emission nebulas toward the constellation of the Charioteer (Auriga). The spider-shaped gas cloud in the image center is actually an emission nebula labelled IC 417, while the smaller fly-shaped cloud on the left is dubbed NGC 1931 and is both an emission nebula and a reflection nebula. About 10,000 light-years distant, both nebulas harbor young star clusters. For scale, the more compact NGC 1931 (Fly) is about 10 light-years across. The featured deep image, captured over 20 hours during late January in Berkshire UK, also shows more diffuse and red-glowing interstellar gas and dust.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap250211.html

[mutant-distraction]

Jay Boddington

Long-eared Owl 10/29/24

Alberta, Canada

[ostensiblynone]

LIAM - THE INTERVIEW | NME 6 APRIL 2002 'Born Again'

A blizzard of swearwords, a tsunami of bile, and a huge projectile vomit in the face of 'safe' rock 'n' roll. LIAM GALLAGHER is back, talking exclusively to NME.

Break out the Boddington's, steam clean that kagoul: Oasis are back. It's been quite a wait. It may be 18 months since the last campaign petered out, tellingly, with the best-forgotten 'Sunday Morning Call', but 2002 finds the group re-invigorated and back to their belligerent best.

This isn't the bloated coke-rock Oasis of 'Be Here Now' (Number Two in America, and still talked about as a flop) or the mix'n'match hotchpotch of 'Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants' (Number 54 in America, not talked about at all), but a gleaming, streamlined Oasis MKII, about to rip the drudgery out of Brit rock and start a rock'n'roll renaissance not seen since, erm, Oasis.

Yawn. You've heard it all before, right? Well, check out the promo produced by long-term video wunderkid Wiz for new single, 'The Hindu Times'. Be gone, untucked flowery shirts and putrid paisley visuals! Here the band are dressed in Droog-ish matching black leather, playing live in a monochrome fantasy land staffed by gun-toting dominatrixes, where neon signs flash the words 'pills' and 'bombs' and the band slurp on take-outs from the Korova Milk Bar. Phew. It's Clockwork Oasis. A 21st Century noise. No wonder Wiz describes it as, "The video all Oasis fans want to see".

All of this welded to the best numbskull rock riff they've mimed since '(What's The Story) Morning Glory?'. And that's before you even get to the lyrics. This is a song - if you've just been teleported in from Mars - which has a chorus which goes "God gave me soul / You know I'll rock 'n' roll". Kiss would sing it, but at least you wouldn't be able to see them blush under all that make-up. Oasis couldn't give a fook. Don't take our word for it. Turn on the radio. D'ya know what I mean?

William John Paul Gallagher certainly does. Today, we find him sitting in a dimly-lit bar a minute's swagger from the band's Marylebone offices and everything about him is in place. The double-glazed hooded-stare? Check. The tornado of wired mannerisms and immaculate Mancunian street-suss? Check. The now-permanent smoke-screen shades perched below that mod-ish thatch known to hairdressers the nation over as 'the Liam'? Check. And last, but by no means least, that sandpaper and licorice drawl...

"Me fookin' drinking is having some strange side effects!" he suddenly exclaims catapulting himself out of his chair in a blur of leather'n'Burberry to illustrate his point. "I can drink like a god but I'm pukin' up a lot these days. I went out with Richard Ashcroft in the week. Fookin' straight in there, ten minutes into the session, and I had to say to him, 'Get out the fucking way!' Next thing it's (mimes spectacular barfing motion), it's fookin', 'Yeeuuuurgh!' I'm puking up all over him."

Bandmates Alan White and Andy Bell, sitting nearby and modelling matching hangovers, fall about laughing. They may be in the company of, lest we forget, the greatest singer the country has produced in the last 20 years, a millionaire at 23 and the public face of a band that has sold 34 million albums in a chaotic ten-year trajectory but right now he's just being, y'know, Liam.

"We're going out a lot as a band at the moment and that's great," he enthuses. "And if I wasn't in a band, I'd be doing it anyway. Probably worse, because there wouldn't be some cunt waiting for me to take my photo and put me in the papers the next morning."

He allows himself a grin. They may have called time on laddism, but seemingly, the lock-in rolls on. And Liam doesn't just know the owner. He is the owner. The trio have been out on the tiles for the last three nights, but seeing as it's Wednesday afternoon, it seems pointless to end there. Having met up with Ian Brown already this week (He's colossal, but he's off his fookin' tits, man!) tonight the beneficiaries of Oasis' roving hospitality is to be Travis. Liam's a big fan.

"I fookin' love those guys," he roars leaping to his feet once more, before declaring with an evil grin, "I'm gonna teach Dougie how to swear tonight: 'How's it going, Dougie? Still Happy? Surely someone's pissed you off; you've been touring around the world for the last fookin' two years! You must have got the arse with summat!'"

He adopts the scholarly air of someone putting Dougie from Travis through a Teaching Swearing As A Foreign Language course.

"It's 'fuck off', it's 'shit'," he intones, voice slowly rising until it reaches a full-on Manc roar, "it's 'whore', it's 'cunt', it's EUUUURRRGGH!"

The band collapse with laughter. Life in Oasis is still the same old soap opera isn't it, Liam?

"Course it fuckin' is. I'm Jack, our kid's Vera. Alan's fookin' Beppe from Eastenders. Gem's Boycie from Only Fools And Horses and Andy Bell's fookin' Neil from The Young Ones!"

There's a nagging thought, though, that perhaps it's high time it wasn't. That now more than ever Oasis have got to get serious and prove they're still worth the attention of the nation. It's time to deliver, and - as we said at the start - so far the signs are good.

Their fifth studio album will be called, heroically, 'Heathen Chemistry'. And if they're not quite under new management, then at least they've turned into a co-op. The sessions started a year and a half ago when Liam, Gem, Andy, Alan and Johhny Marr (they share managers) booked a studio for ten days and, in a Noel-free zone, came up with a bunch of demos which, according to Andy Bell, "sounded like 'The White Album'"

As well as 'The Hindu Times', the finished LP will include Gem's fearsome Stooges-like thrash 'Hung In A Bad Place' - as heard at the recent Watford and London Royal Albert Hall shows - a strident blues howler called 'Force Of Nature' sung by Noel (complete with the chorus, "I'm smoking all my stash / Burning all my cash") and a further pair of Noel-penned tracks entitled 'Little By Little' and 'Stop Crying Your Heart Out'. There are also three songs written by Liam.

Yes, you read that right. Three songs. Forget the jibes about Oasis being Noel Gallagher's solo project, Liam's finally coming into his own, but why the wait?

"If I could have written them before I would have," he shrugs. "But I was too busy singing, being the frontman or whatever it is that I am. I was just too busy getting off me tits and singing songs. I had no time to pick up a guitar because I was too wasted or running around causing chaos. So I took a step back and thought, 'Right, I want to make music.'"

Did it come easy?

"'Born On A Different Cloud' came well easy. I just did that at the piano. I had three different parts and these guys helped me put it together. It's pretty spacey. It goes into a chant. It's a Manc odyssey. 'Songbird' came easy too. I just came into the studio playing it on two strings."

Andy intervenes. He's aware that Liam's interpretation of the word 'easy' isn't the average one.

"Basically, how it works is this. He comes into the studio and strums an acoustic guitar every day for six months, and he'll be singing without any words, just going 'la la la' over and over again. Then eventually the words start to come and he's got a line or two. And then, after about a year, he's got the song."

Liam: "I'm fookin' slow, man. I'll be a solo artist by the time I'm 90!"

Having been afforded a sneak preview of 'Songbird' in the offices of the Big Brother label prior to our meeting, it's a pleasure to report that it's a gem, an acoustic love song laced with a barbed wire melody built for hearing on summer lawns at midnight. For the cynics who criticised Liam's solo songwriting debut 'Little James' for its 'Plasticine / tambourine' rhymes and neglected to notice its sucker punchline "We weren't meant to be grown ups", it's payback time - not so much one in the eye as a fully-fledged shiner. People are gonna be surprised.

"I like beautiful things," says Liam. "It's not all dark in Liam World. I take me shades off every now and again and have a look at the world and see some nice things."

Andy: "That's what I like about Oasis at the moment. For me, even looking at it still as a fan, they're back to being what they're best at, being uplifting..."

The fans certainly seem to agree. Between July 5 and 7, Finsbury Park in London will host a three-day Oasis festival. With the band having sold 80,000 tickets within an hour of them going on sale, it's clear that as brand loyalty goes, theirs isn't one that's in decline. If anything, the opposite's true. Was it a deliberate move to come back with a bang?

Liam: "Well, if you've got a load of people who want to see ya, you've got to invite everyone round your house and put a party on. You've got to be a good host and that's what we are. These are the fastest-selling gigs we've ever done. They're gonna be mega.... (Pounding fist on table) We are gonna fookin' have it at those gigs, because the kids deserve it for still being with us."

What does he put their continuing appeal down to?

"We've never been about a career, that's what matters. And I know where we're at. I know it's not what it used to be, but we still matter to people. I still want to be the biggest, of course I do - playing to 80,000 people in America - but in ten years' time we'll still be here, still fookin' rockin' and putting on shows. That's what counts. We're still more important than U2 or REM or anyone..."

The Charlatans are an understandable support act, but quite a few people there won't have heard of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

"Black Rebel are my favourite band out of all the new ones that are coming out. I like that Swedish lot. The Soundtrack Of Our Lives, too - killer tunes, right up my street - but Black Rebel are just fookin' rockin'. I like 'em because nobody dares do rock'n'roll. No-one's got the balls to do it. I'm not really mithered about anyone else."

That's certainly true. When NME asks whether The Strokes' 'Last Nite' video was an influence on Oasis' latest celluloid offering, Liam dismisses them with a swish of his hand: "Listen, the only reason The Strokes do a fookin' video in fookin' black and white is because they look like a bunch of spotty little idiots in colour."

In fact, Liam seems remarkably unconcerned about the competition all around. As far as he's concerned, rock'n'roll's lost its danger.

"Too fookin' right," he explodes for about the millionth time this afternoon. "There just doesn't seem to be any angry music out there at the moment and it boggles me because life's still shit, doesn't matter how much money you've got in the bank. There's still some cunt pissing you off. "(Sings) 'Daddy was an alcoholic'. What a bunch of miserable, moaning fuckers..."

Do acts like So Solid Crew provide that necessary rock'n'roll thrill these days?

Andy: "Well, I can understand kids at school probably talk about them, that they provide that element of notoriety. But I think there's room for guitar bands to do that as well."

Liam: "The music's not dangerous though, is it? That's what I'm saying. I've got a mic and it's more dangerous than his gun... (A pause) I don't mind So Solid, though. I just like the idea of a bunch of fukcin' oiks running around causing chaos. But anyone else? I don't see The Strokes as dangerous, or The Hives. Fookin' Hell! They remind me of the fookin' Monkees! The Strokes the best band in America? Well, it's about time they had a decent band there. They're not remotely dangerous."

Compared to who, Oasis?

"Too fookin' right, man. I'm more dangerous than any cunt. Put me in a room with any of these young fookin' bands today. They wouldn't fookin' walk out alive, and I'd put money on it. And then they can come and see me in ten years' time and I'll still be having it."

Are there any rock stars who do stand the test of time?

Liam: "John Lydon is cool. I saw him at this awards thing and he said that he'd never seen such a bunch of wankers on stage. And he was right. Now if I'd been up there, I would have had to have a word. But he's probably one of the cleverest men in the game. He's still fighting."

And Keith Richards?

"I don't think we'd get on somehow. He thinks he's the only guy who's ever drunk or taken drugs in his life, the only man who's ever swore or stumbled. And y'know, I've done it with the best of 'em. They (The Rolling Stones) don't do anything. Make a record, you lazy bastards!"

Oasis might be on the verge of getting serious again, but with Liam around you can never be too sure how long that's going to last. There's only so much music he can talk about and before long, the conversation has taken a definite turn for the surreal. First up, Mastermind. Liam, it seems, has been invited on. "Fookin' seriously, man." he declares shaking his head and dragging himself back to some resemblence of normal service. "They want me to go on and answer questions about Manchester City. Now it's not gonna look good for me, is it? Sitting in some fookin' black chair while some cunt makes me look like an idiot!"

He's started so he'll finish. From here, we move on to Pop Idol.

Liam: " Listen, I've got something to say about that. People voting for their fookin' favourite band is a load of wank. It's a con. It either happens or it don't. That show is like diarrhoea. It's like sitting on the toilet all day and then (grimaces) something comes out. Then before you know it, there's a fookin' flood. You ought to see my TV, it's covered in spit, 'cos I got that close to it going, '(Mimes head an inch from the screen, incandescent with fury as Will Young croons 'Evergreen') YOU... FUCKING... CUNT!"

Then to his attitude to flying post-September 11...

"I've been on plenty of planes since then. All it means now is that the forms we have to fill in to go there are 20 pages longer. Anyway, I reckon they've got it all wrong. I know who fookin' did it. It was the Scream. I'm gonna send a letter to President Bush telling him who did it. Scottish cunt. Having it large. Skinny fooker Gillespie."

Onto the Queen's forthcoming Golden Jubilee.

"Big-eared bunch of cunts! I don't give a fook about 'em. They should get rid of the Queen's head on the ten pound note, course they should. If they put anyone's head on the new money, put mine on it. That or Prince Charles with a strap-on! Thinking about it though, I might gatecrash that party. No, fook it. I think I'll be having a rather large shit that day."

And then off to the World Cup.

"We were in the studio the other day and someone was saying 'Little By Little' will be the anthem for when England beat Argentina and I was like, 'Piss Off!' It'll be 'Stop Crying Your Heart Out' coming out as a single and them lot crying their cocks off in Japan, getting stuffed by some cunts about eight-nil. And then catching the next fookin' plane home.

"'Cos that's what's gonna happen. Everyone thinks that England are gonna win the World Cup, but no way. Y'know, if we do, fair play to 'em, but there's too many fookin' Man. United players in that team for it to be winning the World Cup.

We're on a roll. But suddenly, just as Liam is about to launch into outer space, we're interrupted. Brrrrng! Brrrrng! It's girlfriend Nicole. The milkman's just arrived and it's four o'fookin' clock in the afternoon.

Liam: "What time does he call this? I want me milk and me eggs and me oranges at eight o'clock in the morning like everyone else!"

Maybe he thinks, because it's you, you won't mind.

Liam: "No way, man. I don't have to be in a band, but I do it when I'm meant to, so why shouldn't he?"

If God organised a roll call of the all-time rock greats upstairs in the VIP enclosure beyond the pearly gates you know who'd get the call - Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Sid Vicious, Kurt Cobain. But right in the middle of them, having blagged in with a day-pass, you'd find Liam Gallagher, elbowing them out of the way, making sure they knew some real talent was there. In a Brit rock world that's descended into an apologetic mess in his absence, he's needed more than ever. Right, Liam?

But he's gone, striding up the stairs to the bar, off to mastermind another great night out. Off to flick another V-sign at, er, the status quo. God gave him soul, for sure. But the point is, he is rock'n'roll.

ARTICLE REPRODUCED FROM NME.

[villainofmyownstory]

wip wednesday

I have written about 3k words but still struggling to write smut maybe if I post this, I'll somehow motivate myself to finish it

virgin!Simon Riley x virgin!plus size fem!Reader

“What an asshole!”

With rage, you slam the maroon door, an old - probably 20 years old, Volkswagen Golf. With a squeal of tires, the car drives away from your family home at a fast pace.

"He can't even afford to paint that rusty hood, which is probably from some other car! Because it's fucking greeeeen!!"

Angry and probably already all red in the face, you shout in the direction in which the car drove away. Stopping in front of the fence of your family home, you search for your keys in a small black purse. Which you borrowed, from your older sister. You practically begged her for the item.

A fun start to dating, in your barely begun adult life. Just as quickly as it started, it ended just as quickly.

You don't have much stuff in your purse, a packet of tissues, lip gloss, some box of peppermint tic tacs and-.

And one foiled packet of brand new. Condoms.

Well, you prepared yourself. It was going to be exactly this evening and just this boy. Tonight.

And yet everything turned out not as you planned. The prince in the maroon car, turned out to be a total loser and a regular prick who wanted to get you laid for a bet.

Thanks to the alcohol you drank in the pub, you found out about everything before anything happened.

Maybe you should send a basket of goodies and a hand-written thank-you card to that Boddingtons Brewery, which made the boy tell the whole truth so quickly. A few beers drunk, and your long-awaited perfect evening turned into a nightmare.

A single tear runs down your cheek. A sign of anger, but in a way also of embitterment. Perhaps also a hint of sadness. Who would want a curvy, shy girl.

"What the he-?"

You spill the contents of your purse on a short brick wall, like pretty much everything in this neighborhood. Brick and red buildings, standing in a row. They line up one next to the other, on two sides of the street. Each one - the same. Boredom and monotony, like everything.

As you hated this place, this town, all that was in your life. That's probably why you hated it even more when someone could see you in such a vulnerable state.

"Hi neighbor".

Talking about your misfortune today.

You roll your eyes and turn your purse cover inside out, those damn keys must be here somewhere.

Pretending to be feverishly engrossed in searching for a missing object, you try to hide from the owner of the low and hoarse voice that comes from the neighboring yard.

As if there weren't enough problems that evening.

The quiet clanking of keys catches your attention. You raise your eyes and look in the direction of the approaching sound.

"Simon."

You mumble your neighbor's name and quickly pack, discarded items from your purse back inside. Stepping from foot to foot and clamping your mouth into a straight line, you extend your hand toward the boy.

"You need to watch your stuff more. I won't always be around to help you."

[rehsgalleries]

Henry John Boddington

(1811 - 1865)

Early Morning on the Thames

Oil on canvas

28 x 36 inches

Signed

[sea-dukes-assistant]

*cracks open a can of Boddington's* WHY ARE WE MAD TODAY?

Yeah, I'm back from the high seas and having a belated memorial beer for the love of my life Sea Duke and y'all out here fussin' about some nonsense I been saying since Harry got married

BUT NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN TO ME AND GET THERAPY. No. No I am the one who has ~* mental problems*~ which, lmao, joke's on you Sharon I been tested twice! *drinks beer*