History
Coming to London

I remember these lyrics so vividly- the first time as a student- when I came to London.
They spoke of alienation, fear and loneliness.
Big crowds, soul-less and faceless with a paranoid view of the world that rang true (in my head). Even now I can hear (without the CD, MP3, download or dare I say it vinyl record, playing) Weller’s voice clipped, aggressive speaking my words, my feelings, my anger at city life. The energy and feelings are what make music memorable and this is as good as it gets.
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
Am I really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange town
You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You've got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can't be nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a snort
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I'm so glad the revolution's here
It's nice and warm now!
I've finished with clubs where the music's loud
'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd
There's no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can't be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
When you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
Am I really a spaceman from those UFOs
Break it up
Baby don't shake it up
Break it up
SM
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Happy Birthday!
4th December 1882: The Royal Courts of Justice on The Strand are opened by Queen Victoria. Happy Birthday!
SM
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Sex Pistols & Fleet Street

On this day in 1975 the iconic and some would argue Fleet Street's biggest target, the Sex Pistols play their first gig at Saint Martin’s College.
Strandman Salutes their wonderful chaotic first gig!
After Johnny Rotten joined The Swankers as their new vocalist, the band changed its name to The Sex Pistols under the guidance of its new manager Malcolm McLaren. Shortly afterwards, on this day 31 years ago, they played (or attempted to play) their first gig at Saint Martin’s College.

God Save The Press
SM
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Per Ardua ad Astra
A walk on the cold side... An unwillingness to break with Service precedents meant that Dowding was not promoted to the rank of Marshal of the Royal Force - even when it was suggested by the King, and he spent the rest of his life largely away from the RAF. In later years he became President of the Battle of Britain Fighter Association. After his death in 1970, his remains were interred in Westminster Abbey, a fitting tribute to his remarkable achievements. SM 
Air Chief Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding, Air Officer Commanding-in-Chief Fighter Command
A statue of Dowding stands outside St Clement Danes church on The Strand, London. The inscription reads: 
I’m a loser, baby!

You're never alone with a Strand,
The cigarette of the moment.
I hate smoking: the smell, the health problems it creates, the look, the ad, the addiction, the sadness. Luckily enough this is typified by our own brand of Cigarette: Strand.
STRAND CIGARETTES

Their 1960 advertising campaign flopped disastrously. Based on a Frank Sinatra film, the advert showed actor Terence Brook as the mysterious man lighting up a Strand cigarette on a street corner and declaring "you're never alone with a Strand".
It was hugely popular and Brook became a celebrity overnight, with the accompanying Lonely Man theme reaching number 39 on the charts. Yet, much as people loved it, they didn't buy the product and the campaign was soon discontinued.
The theory was that viewers believed that if they smoked Strand they would end up as lonely as the chap on the deserted street corner in the commercial. Smokers are losers.
I know what they mean.
You're never alone with a Strand (1959).
This jingle was written by (the famous) Cliff Adams. This was followed by the theme tune. As soon as the commercial went on the air, enquiries started coming in, people ringing up and asking if there was a record of the music available. So Cliff Adams quickly went to a studio and recorded "The Lonely Man Theme". The released record contained no vocals and nothing was mentioned about cigarettes, just the musical theme. It is known that another version was recorded including some vocals but this was never released.
Famous smokers of the past used cigarettes or pipes as part of their image, such as Jean Paul Sartre's Gauloise-brand cigarettes, Bertrand Russell's pipe, Lord of the Rings' Gandalf, or the news broadcaster Edward R. Murrow's cigarette. Writers in particular seemed to be known for smoking; Cornell Professor Richard Klein's book Cigarettes are Sublime, the role smoking plays in 19th and 20th century letters. British Prime Minister Harold Wilson was well known for smoking a pipe in public as was my hero Winston Churchill for his cigars. Sherlock Holmes, the fictional detective created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle also smoked a pipe.
There is a message in that somewhere.

SM
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