John Peel

 


In memory of John Peel

This is a very short note about John Peel, the man who spearheaded the search for raw music talents, who succeeded where A&R managers failed miserably, who was The Ears of many Generations …

And now, when that so familiar Thursday night slot is occupied by lucky Rob Da Bank (and now he needs luck more than anything else!), BBC1 won’t sound the same without John Peel.


More info about John Peel can be found at BBC:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/johnpeel/johnpeelday/2005/
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/johnpeel/biography/ 

BORAT: "I in america making relaxation!!!"

 
 

PULP FICTION. Russian version

 

A morning after a night before ... 

Coal mining. Open pit. Mezhdurechensk. 

Piter & Zenit... Zenit & Piter 

Last orders...

 
 

People around us (night at The Phoenix)

Quick glance- Amanda is in the centre of the picture, Micky (not to be mistaken with Micky M., who is on my t-shirt) is the bloke on the left in blue t-shirt and 3 very dodgy characters are standing at the back (behind red sofa)- Paul, Jason and Brad.

Juls and sober Proka

 

No sun- no sunglasses ...

 

Bishop's Park

 

Primrose Hill

 

At the office

My lovely wife at work - good example of corporate culture.

Before...

It all started rather well: proper kitchen tools, good food, my super-sharp cooking skills...

... and AFTER

... and this is the result.

Mark, Juls and DJ Alex at the back at The Phoenix

Juls & Mark.

Juls, me and Micky M.

Later that day... Amanda's birthday at The Phoenix (Danmark Hill).

Those shades...

London. October. Sunny. We are happy ;-)

Today was a good day

“…today was a good day…”
Ice-T

No picture post

That’s right, today, actually, was a very good day. Today Tony Blair, British Prime Minister, suffered the hardest political defeat and humiliation within his entire political career. His proposal to extend a period for terror suspects to be detained up to 90 day without charge was trashed at Commons, as the majorities of MPs voted against it.

So what’s the fuss, another minor defeat for Labour in Commons, who cares? Admittedly, I’d like to see more of it; the actual subject itself makes very little difference for me personally. When I moved to London 6 years ago I though it would be one of the safest places in the world, now it turns into a bad-day Bosnia. The nation of merchant bankers, accountants and musicians didn’t piss anyone off (Argentineans don’t count) and the rest of the world was relatively happy with them. Police was unarmed and it worked really well, general public was assured that safety and stability in the society were strong and solid, just like British Pound.

Since Mr Blair & Co moved into Nr10 eight years ago, we had everything changed. Good Lord, we were lucky that Gordon Brown, the real leader by far, managed to keep the economy in a pretty good shape. However, the rest turned into disaster- all that spending on NHS didn’t do much to its quality

Sorry, drifting away from the main subject. What brings the huge smile on my face is not the fact that 49 of Labour backbenches (who supposed to be Tony’s mates and do that they told) voted against their leader. What made my day is the fact that Mr. Blair got a really good kick in the teeth, a nice wake-up call.


Yuri Vlasov
London
SW19 6EN

In da name of HIP HOP and aza muzik...

Yo!

Tudor times

Tea

(“…the entire British Empire was built on cups of tea.”)
Lock, Stock And 2 Smoking Barrels

Every day we drink 163 millions cups of tea, even more at the weekend. Tea was discovered by Chinese, now it is grown in India and glamorised by British.
It could be black, green and even red (http://www.redbushtea.com). People drink it with lemon, milk and without. Some people in America drink it cold with ice (sic!). I know that the US it is a free country (supposedly, unless you are visiting Cuba on US Air Force Airways wearing a orange boilersuit) and people do pretty much what they pleased but I personally find the idea of having a cup of tea with ice highly disturbing.

And, there is a hell of a question, the dilemma that rocked high society for years, people lost and found friends and relatives over it, the entire British public is divided and there is no middle ground for compromise. And the question is: “Milk first?”

While I was writing this piece I had 3 perfect cups of tea.
No tea cup was damaged or spilled over during the process.

I was fat, disappointed in life and wore long socks, let alone that doll on the left...If you think I was happy then- think again. Look at me- this boy is far from being happy. 

Early days ... when colour photo was a very expensive thing to have. 

2 Schnippa ;-) 

Happy! 

My lovely wife