I've just tried to save a webpage for offline viewing using Chrome, and by doing so I've created a directory with the constituent parts on my homescreen.

How would I view this page in the future? which bit do I need to click on to bring up the other bits?

Cakes for all contributors...

I wonder which brand of patois these Englishmen speak?

Judging by the enthusiastic comments posted below the video, it doesn't sound particularly Jamaican. I'm particularly taken by the most popular comment, which reads as follows:

"ENGLAND the birthplace of football the birthplace of hooligans, the best football and the best hooligans in the world.. engand is and allways has been the most feared place in the world for hooligans.

MillwallsBLK18 2 months ago 31"

We tried to contact MillwallsBLK18 for comment, but he was too busy protecting his community from attacks by mindless thugs to appear today.

(youtube video shows footage of English football hooligans at Euro 2000)

...a big pink King of Limbs is coming your way on Saturday if this newly released press shot is to be believed.

I can see at least two beards in there...

How come I never knew that Andy Batten-Foster's hair was this astonishing? he certainly doesn't sound like the type...

Lord Lennon's life changed forever in December 1980, when crazed fan Mark Chapman shot himself to death in front of Lennon and Ono outside their New York home. A broken Lennon divorced from Yoko in 1981, and following a bitter and protracted custody battle, he walked out of his apartment without warning and returned to the UK in January 1983. A skeletal Lennon was met with a blizzard of publicity on his arrival at Heathrow

When the public became aware of Lennon's callous decision to take flight from his upper East side apartment, leaving six year old Sean wandering the streets in search of his father, the world's patience with the erratic Lennon finally started to ebb away.

In the months after his return he became an increased focus for tabloid attention following a series of virulent attacks on his former bandmates, a string of public order offences which usually involved one or more of his new friends Oliver Reed and George Best, and some outspoken, contradictory, and increasingly reactionary statements about immigration, the decline of his beloved country in his absence, and his love for Margaret Thatcher (“Mother Churchill”).

Lennon went to ground in 1984 when a three-part interview with David Frost was pulled by NBC after just one episode, due to a series of largely incoherent, occasionally hostile and frequently racist comments that were so peppered with foul language that the programme was rendered uneditable.

Although a recluse, rumours of his deteriorating health sporadically capture the headlines, and he again became the subject of worldwide speculation on July 11th 1985 just one day before Live Aid.

Pictures of McCartney, Harrison, and Starr arriving at Philadelphia International Airport on separate flights were published in the Daily Express, and the world again began to hope, despite the fact that many felt Lennon would be refused entry to The States. US authorities refused to comment.

Stevie Wonder, in an interview with Barbara Walters, declared that he and other unnamed African-American performers would boycott the concert if Lennon was to perform, but speculation still continued, even after a clearly rattled Bob Geldof insisted he would only discuss humanitarian - rather than musical - issues in the immediate build-up to the event.

All hopes were finally dashed when, on the morning of the concert, a clearly intoxicated Lennon made a telephone call to BBC Breakfast Time to declare that there was no way he was "gonna throw other peoples' money at a bunch of tin-pot dictactors to make some hippie has-beens look good".

The concert went ahead, and a series of fiery and defiant performances ensured that the day was a huge success. The event reached a stunning climax with an ensemble performance of "Hey Jude" led by Freddie Mercury and the other Beatles, who returned on Concorde for the 'will-they won't-they' finale in the nick of time.

At the beginning of 1986, The Sun reported that Lennon had 72 hours to live. Rumours were rife that Lennon had contracted AIDS following his protracted use of heroin since his return to England, but the truth, although no less serious, was that Lennon needed a new liver due to the combined affects of alcohol abuse and and bulimia.

The public and the press remained largely unsympathetic, and The Sun themselves asked "Does He Deserve It?" on the day of his operation.

In the months following his transplant, Lennon made a strong recovery and became close friends with Eric Clapton, who had been the only musician to stand by him during his troubles. After a series of secret meetings with Billy Graham, it was revealed by The Times that Lennon had converted to Christianity.

In the summer of 1987, the world was shocked when a remarkably healthy-looking Lennon appeared in a series of MTV interviews filmed at his Surrey home, in which he spoke of his forthcoming autobiography "Gimme Some Truth" and the surprising news that he had recorded a new album in secret at his home studio with Rick Rubin of Def Jam records.

Despite his developing faith, Lennon had become obsessed with Run DMC's "Raising Hell" and the first Schooly D album during his recuperation, and he revealed that: "Hearing 'Walk This Way', and just the vitality of rap in general was as big a deal to me last year as meeting Jesus". He also restated his support for Margaret Thatcher at the forthcoming UK election, and declared that he would "so love" to see Sean again. He refused to discuss The Beatles or any of his former bandmates.

The album and book both appeared in November 1987. Controversy surrounded Def Jam's decision to sign Lennon, and label chief Russell Simmons was faced with a barrage of personal criticism for working with a man who'd made a string of racially inflammatory comments in the preceding five years. The album, a sparse collection of soul and country standards mixed with searingly honest originals was greeted with universal acclaim despite this controversy.

The collection was dominated by an electrifying cover of Anita Baker's "Watch Your Step", which many saw as a courageous and frank broadsides at his former self. Released as a single, it ensured that that he occupied the No.1 hardback, album and 45 slots on both sides of the Atlantic over the holidays.

“Unplugged” was seen by many as a reaction to the sterility of 1980's overproduction, and started a new vogue for stripped down live performances which was later celebrated by an MTV series of the same name.

The autobiography was a frank resume of his life so far, but the fallout from his shocking revelations about life on the road with The Beatles put any further hope of reunion to bed, despite the clear warmth he displayed to his former colleagues. “I still love the three lads I shook the whirl with”, he claimed “But I need to put The Beatles to bed for the sake of my 'ead.”. Until tonight, the book was the last time he spoke publically about his former group.

His last album to date, the equally successful “John Winston Lennon” followed in 1989, but many felt that the Steve Winwood/Russ Titelman production lent the songs an unnecessary sheen, and the album has not aged as well as its predecessor. In the same year he was allowed back into the USA amid scenes of national hysteria, and he finally accepted a solo induction into the Rock n Roll Hall Of Fame after a number of refusals.

His induction performance of “Whatever Gets You Through The Night”, with Clapton, Keith Forsey, Bernard Edwards and, surprisingly, fellow inductee Stevie Wonder, marked his last public appearance as a musician. He was named Time Magazine's “Man Of The Year”.

Paparazzi pictures of Lennon's first meeting with Sean in eight years were sold to Bild in Germany for $7,000.000.

In 1996 Lennon's last-minute refusal to sign off the “Anthology” televison series and the three new songs it contained effectively signaled the end of The Beatles as a working project, and relations with his former bandmates only began to regain a degree of cordiality in the lead-up to George Harrison's death.

The project finally came to air in 2002 using archive Lennon footage, and was only cleared following Lennon's insistence that the new songs that been recorded by his three bandmates with Paul Weller, Noel Gallagher, The Chemical Brothers and John Leckie were destroyed.

Lord Lennon, a vegan, married Cathy McGowan in 1988, and they live in Surrey. His initially strident Christianity has softened over the years, and he now describes himself as “broadly spiritual, but still bullish about Jesus, the man”. The Beatles affairs were finally wrapped up in 2002, and since that time he has donated all of of his royalties from his former band to The Julia Project, an international organisation committed to the rehabilitation of people with anorexia and bulimia, and George, a charity which has made significant inroads into combatting nicotine addiction.

The Julia Project's revolutionary work on the treatment of egosyntonic disorders led to his peerage, and he was elevated to The House Of Lords by the Coalition government due to this work and his outspoken views on NHS reform.

Tonight's live interview with his close friend Gerraldo Rivera is expected to be the first in which he discusses The Beatles since his autobiography. He numbers Prince Charles, Zac Goldsmith, Rory Stewart, Steve Winwood and Clapton amongst his closest friends, and he has become a key thinker in the “green tory” movement.

He considers The Julia Project to be his greatest achievement.

I was looking for Norman "Hurricane" Smith on youtube (don't ask me why), and I found this man by accident.

He's delightful. This is the quietly told story of a modest life well-lived. You don't have to sky-dive, eat foie gras with Betty Driver, or be fondled by Tuaregs to be interesting. Heck you don't even have to sound interesting to be interesting, as Norman proves.

That's it.

I naturally question the legality of sites like

http://archivedmusicpress.wordpress.com

but they're a great way of reminding yourself that pop star idiocy throughout the years has been surprisingly constant. I was particularly fond of this bon mots from mockney Marxist Damon Albarn, which inadvertently plopped from his charliefied mouth in an NME interview in 1995:

"If Kurt Cobain had played football, he'd be alive today. I know it sounds like the most ridiculous thing, but if you play football, you'd know what that means."

[EDIT: I'm sure sentiments like this would offer great succour to the family and friends of singer Charles Haddon, aged 22, who killed himself yesterday by jumping from a telecom tower at the Pukkelpop festival]

Any other examples of starsh*te that you can remember?

Listeners to this Sunday's Desert Island Discs would have heard Lynn Barber get all hot and bothered about "wonderful, wonderful Pulp's 'Common People' which I think is the best pop single of my lifetime".

Now it's always a treat to here anyone salivate over their favourite pop moment if they can do it as simply and as infectiously as that, but what made LB's ejaculations particularly delightful was the fact that she would have been no less than 51 years old when the song came out.

When you're young every great pop discovery has all the freshness of a new addition to the periodic table, but by the time you get to your mid-years, most of them just get thrown in your cultural in-tray with all the other stuff that screams out for your time, so it's lovely when something comes along and kicks your ears back into touch like that.

With me it was Amerie's "One Thing", which arrived in my life shortly after my fortieth birthday sounding as fresh and as invigorating as "Virginia Plain", "Get It On", "I Feel Love" and "This Charming Man" had when I was a nipper.

What's the best thing you ever heard after your thirtieth birthday? Has your favourite song EVER been something that you were unaware of before your thirtieth birthday?

1967, so "they" tell us, was a great year for both albums and singles, but one thing I've noticed (in the UK at least) is that many of those great 45s were almost never found on albums made by the same artists. This is certainly true for The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, Procol Harum, and Pink Floyd, and no doubt others that I haven't thought of yet.

I think I once heard that singles which had appeared on albums were ineligible for the charts if both were released in the same year at about this time, but much googlisation on my part has failed to confirm this. This certainly wasn't the case in Aug/Sept 1966 when "Eleanor Rigby" came out, nor was it by 1969 when "Something" was released.

Does anyone know if this was so? If you don't, where there any 1967 singles which would prove this theory wrong?

If you're still up, you must record the above. It's not often you have the opportunity to watch a still-brilliant Sinatra being upstaged by the woman who will always be the most complete pop performer of the twentieth century. I've just watched the first performance, and all concerned were fantastic.

Miss it at your peril...

Not sure how widely known this particular force of nature is in these parts, but I thought you might like it: a veritable human mash-up that artfully yokes the lyrical gymnasium of Neil Peart's mind with the autostrangulatory warble of Geddy Lee's larynx.

Don't eat it all at once....

Yeah, that's right, another punter telling you how great you are; just what you need.

I love the staples, I love the shininess and smelliness of the cover, I love that new bit where Mark Ellen does his own version of "I've Been Everywhere, Man" at the beginning, I love anything that gives Danny Baker the chance to have a page to himself, and I laughed so hard at Giles Smiths' review of that 1970's kid's DVD thing that a little bit of wee came out. I've lost count of the things I love. Oh, did I mention that I also love Kerry Shale? If I didn't, I'll get back to that.

You've been so brilliant this month, in fact, that I've accidentally misplaced a box in my brain that had "critical distance" written on it.

There is just one thing though, while you're in the business of change (and this is my Kerry Shale bit): I'm not happy with that podcast sting that goes: "The Word: A magazine, a podcast, a website (pause) a way of life".

I've never liked it. It doesn't scan proper

ly, and it breaks the golden "rule of three". If there is an opposite of premature ejaculation, then that sting is it. I know you're all four of those things, but still, it just doesn't sound right, and I think it should go. How about:

"The Word Magazine: a website, a podcast, a way of life."

NO: that's still not right, but maybe there's something else....

Yeah, that's right. I'm now in my 40's, and I've never been to an arena or stadium gig, or a festival; probably never been anywhere bigger, say, than The Shepherd's Bush Empire (2,000 approx).

What's it like? I know about the rubbish side (crap sound, expensive beer, invisible band, etc), but what's good about it?

And festivals? I'm open to anything, but really; they sound sh*te. I'm quite prepared to try an enormodome before I die, but a muddy field dotted with cuban food concessions and multi-pierced bald men juggling on unicycles or banging dustbin lids in unison? I don't like the sound of that at all.

There must be something good about it...

This recently discovered footage of BBC2's aborted first night on air in 1964 is sheer broadcasting gold. Gerald Priestland does a sterling job of trying to holding things together, but there are still a couple of moments of utter hilarity.

Listen out for some rather bizarre recommendations for Sunday activities from The Church of Scotland, and a helpful reminder from GP that the news headlines he's just read out will be repeated in one minute's time.

Hang on in there though; you won't hear anything for the first minute or so.

Dale Winton has just played this on "Pick Of The Pops" and even now, forty years later, my pulse races when I hear the opening bars.

This was my pop initiation, and there wasn't one tune in the recent Word Festive 50 that thrilled me this much, good as it was.

Everybody's got to start somewhere. Right?...