Recently by Andrew Cowen

Is it beyond the realms of possibility that former Genesis frontman and general world-saver, Peter Gabriel, and Ex Cathedra director Jeffrey Skidmore are brothers?

i just heard that rick wright, pink floyd's keyboard player has died. He fought a short battle with cancer. i'm deeply saddened.

i'm usually pretty short-tempered when it comes to receiving "humourous" pictures discovered on the wibbly wobbly web. You know the sort of thing: shot-putters in their shorts showing more than should or dogs that look like George Bush.

So, it's 50 bumps for my old mate michael jackson, self-proclaimed king of pop. Meanwhile, former monarch of all things shakin', elvis presley, has been a-mouldering in the grave for 30 years. Both have been on my mind this week since they have "new" records out.

After a rather grueling week up-country, it's back to Handsworth to try and put my house in order, both physically and metaphorically.
There's always that moment of trepidation after you have turned the key and pushed open the door past the pile of post.
Yay! I didn't leave the anchovy hotpot in the slow cooker for a week.
Yay! The washing machine isn't full of damp dog-smelling towels.
Boo! My Busy Lizzy has died.

It's always annoying when somebody steals your ideas.
One ruse I've been bandying around the office is the idea of meat-based drinks. Taking the lead from gravy, it would be a nutritious beverage aimed at blokes and people who find Red Bull a bit too poncy.
Today I discover that a company in America has launched with the same idea and they seem to have the market covered.

i'm not normally a fan of youtube but this has really caught my attention.
It's a fine example of a simple but effective idea.
Virtual Barber Shop is not a video but rather a sound piece.

Nature can be a cruel business and if there's one proper bugger in the bird world, it's the magpie.
The humble pigeon has the reputation of being a rat with wings, but it's pica pica that's the nastiest thing with feathers.
I say this after witnessing an appalling display of bird-on-bird violence on my lawn this morning.

During the weeklong jubilee of creation, the great Googly Moogly must have stopped for a couple of pints midweek and got his wicked cap on.
On that afternoon, he engineered some of the more irksome things on the planet: the pubic louse, the common pigeon, the traffic warden and... the ticket tout.
These scum-sucking leaches were never designed to inherit the earth, but they will flog it on for five times its face value given half a chance.
There's something obscene to me, a lifelong music fan, in seeing the dozens of Sex Pistols tickets already for sale on eBay. Prices have already topped £100 and they'll go much higher in the week the auctions run.
These people are not Sex Pistols fans, they're chancers out to make a fast buck from those who weren't able to get through to the ticket lines or websites.

It's probably the only festival to come close to challenging Glastonbury for scale and quality. We're talking about the V Festival, of course, the annual three-day hootenanny happening on the outskirts of Stafford and in Chelmsford.

The dual sites have swerved the organisers well and now, with only 162 days to go, we have details of the first 39 acts.

You'll need to clear the decks for the weekend of August 16 and 17 and save up the £145 for a weekend ticket. Booking starts on Friday and the event always sells out.

With the calibre of acts lined up this year, expect them to be the proverbial hot cakes.