In the news today: The Beautiful South split.

The shocking confession: this fills me with sadness.

I quite like ‘em. One of my favourite songs to sing along to while intoxicated is Woman in the Wall. Don’t Marry Her gets massive thumbs up for shocking honesty. Perfect Ten makes me laugh. And Rotterdam had a great video.

They were never the coolest band in the world, and cutting edge would be one stunning way of not describing them. But they were one of the ones I liked.

And now they’re gone.

Boo hiss to that, sez I.

/ wanders off, muttering

He was just a social drinker but social every night
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four
She was just a silent thinker, silent every night
Hed enjoy the thought of killing her before

Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober
And he didnt think the problem was his drink
But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over
And when the rotting flesh began to stink

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all
I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall

Shed knitted him a jumper with dominoes on
So he wore it everyday in every week
Pretended to himself that she hadnt really gone
Pretended that he thought he beard her speak

Then at last it seemed that he was really winning
He felt that he had some sort of grip
But all of his new life was sent a-spinning
When the rotting wall began to drip