FAG ENDS. .......'woo! woo! woo! "....alright I want you to put down the cigarette, stub it out and move slowly away from the pack keeping your hands visible and clear of your mouths...." Full text

AND NOW BREATH OUT. ....... For those of you who have managed to hold their breath since our last communiqué, my salutations, that's an impressive pair of lungs you're sporting,..... Full text

MARCH OUT OF TIME....... but things are about to kick off as March makes it's entry - is it as a Lion or Lamb? I can never remember...... well probably neither as it happens, global warming will have seen to that....
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THE YEAR OF THE GROUNDHOG. ....... the final page of the 2007 Calendar has blown away and we herald the new..... if only life was that simple for The Rollin Stoned..... Full text

OUT OF OUR CHRISTMAS TREES.....  "Now look Mr Ho!Ho! Ho1 or whoever you are, I don't care how far you've come..... Full text

PAY ATTENTION IT'S 007.....  it's really very simple... but whatever you do, don't press the red button next to it..... Full text

SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM ....  oh! S!!*t, just another of these annoying Rollin Stoned Spam offers selling you a time share in your musical memories...... Full text

DOWN ON THE FARM....  I mean you've got a work shy Bob Dylan whingeing about the demands of Maggie with her smallholding and then Mose Alison, he's not doing no body no harm..... Full text

WE DID IT OTTWAY .........Just goes to show, you'd have to back an old converted Leyland post office van against an RAF Norseman any day....... Full text

IT'S SUMMER, TIME FOR BLUES.........Well the festival season is almost upon us and we're kicking off with a couple.... so that should put paid to the hot weather............ Full text

REVIVING THE SPIRIT OF '66' ..... And so we contemplate the prospect of grown men hitting the bar, tackling Becks, diving headers, reaching the knockout stages, simple tap ins ....... but hey, that’s enough of Keith’s antics, we’ve got a World cup to look forward......... Full text

REVIVING THE SPIRIT OF '66' ..... And so we contemplate the prospect of grown men hitting the bar, tackling Becks, diving headers, reaching the knockout stages, simple tap ins ....... but hey, that’s enough of Keith’s antics, we’ve got a World cup to look forward....... Full text

HOOCHIE COOCHIE WHO? ........ yes it was London's very own Hoochie Coochie Man...... the one and only Art Wood......the Big Brother who taught young Ronnie to suck eggs - a mean trick Art, but then what are kid brothers for.............Full text

MORECOMBE NOT WISE .....choosing the 'Copocabana' of the north to stage our attempt at the worlds biggest free concert at this time of year was somewhat ill-advised...........Full text

AND IN WITH THE OLD ..... Let me welcome you all to 2006.... and you are welcome to it frankly, if it’s all the same to you we’ll stick with good old tried and trusted 1966. ..............Full text

JANUARY SALES ..... so let's hope there's a midland appetite for more than Slade and Black Sabbath - well at least they should be able to get singer's rollin up stoned eh Sharon ..........Full text

A STONED LOOK BACK AT '05 .......Still the good citizens the Village will sleep safer in their beds at night in the knowledge that the criminal underworld will be giving the neighbourhood a wide berth for fear of encountering ‘The Kaftaned Crusader, not to mention Ruby, the Wonder Lap-dog’.................Full text

END OF THE YEAR SHOWS ..... and please do remember to explain to your children that a pet isn't just for Christmas day, they will have to make it last until the butchers are open again........... Full text

UNTO US A CHILD IS BORN ..... Well it's coming up to that time of year.... a time of year we all celebrate the birth of a boy child long ago in a humble abode in the east.............. Full text

KEITH'S JUST A REGULAR GUY .......... with the aid of an old wheel barrow blagged off Charlie's dad, the 'Human Stiff' has, even at a penny a go, proved a pretty decent little earner..... ............ Full text

GERCHA YA YAS OUT .......... Sir Mick in particular is busily mugging up the rhyming slang of his youth ....."light us a Prada" (Prada Bag - fag)....... Mick does have his limits mind, he says he always draws the line when asked to "Luva Duck", never mind having a "Gander"...........Full text

WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN - Byron Jones of The Rollin Stoned helps TV's psychic tec with his enquiries.. Full text

BILL GETS LEFT BEHIND IN SCARBOROUGH SHOCKER........"I just couldn't be arsed" claims ol'misery guts, but was it just another bum unwrap............. Full text

SHOWING A BIT OF THE OLD CALAIS SPIRIT ..... Bill reckoned this was nothing and that in his day disembarkation meant putting your instruments above your head, jumping unquestioningly into the briny and, up to your neck in it, wading ashore under enemy fire, but then Bill's day was pre-living memory....... Full text

SORRY FOR THE APPOLOGIES .............well enough of apologies, other than one for the appallingly shoddy quality of thread they use to sew on Mick's trouser buttons these days, oh and Byron is sorry for being late...........
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2005'S RUNNING LATE .........well O.K., the truth is somebody forgot to set the alarm for 2005 and the band overslept, but please bear with us...... Full text

SLIM JIM JAMS .........A Phantom turns up at our Boppera...... Full text