Of rebel rockers and rams

The frequency of my blogging has become inversely proportional to workload. Call it Barnfield's law. There will still be entries from to time to time, especially now that Steve Drewett of the Newtown Neurotics, after whose song this blog is named, told me he was a reader. The temporarily reformed band were excellent live last week and, oddly, the original line-up do not appear to have aged at all. So just like old times on both counts, without the Neurotics getting sucked into the nostalgia trip influencing at least one of the support acts.

If you are dithering about whether to see Shinya Tsukamoto's Vital, now on general release, I reviewed it here last year. It's an acquired taste, and probably less entertaining than seeing Derby fans turn on their new manager after a fast but shambolic first half on Saturday. Sadly the Shaggers got the last laugh with a late equaliser.