Random linkage: obliquely connected

Blood and Treasure on Hodge Hill:

Oh…..kay. So a shifty looking slaphead runs from door to door throwing leaflets around and jabbering about dirty foreigners and feral youth and the RAYS. The RAYS in his HEAD from MOBILE PHONE MASTS. The RAYS being PUT into his HEAD by HIS POLITICAL OPPONENTS.

And Backword Dave on Keith Moon:

I tried to read his biography once, but all the days started to blur into “Woke up, threw TV out of window, called Ollie Reed, knocked back a bottle or so of brandy, took pills, send out for explosives, blew up hotel…” which, let me tell you, lacks plot, character development and all that, and becomes dull with the 400th repetition.