me and the stars stay up for you
Dec. 11th, 2011 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
satyricaI'm sure December was a quiet month for me last year, as everyone else busied themselves with Christmas things and I took a break, but it seems that this year won't be the same. I had a really good week though- on Wednesday I went to see The Book of Job: The Musical with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
venta & co. upstairs at The Camden Head, which was hugely entertaining- probably much more so than if the sumptious sets and extravagant theatrical effects, narrated by the sextet of performers reading scripts while stood at microphones, were ever actually realised.
On Thursday I went to see The Vaccines- it was arranged by cousin Andy but Mags andjamese were there too; we managed to circumvent the disaster of turning out to have seated tickets with a little ingenuity, although A & I had watched the end of the impressive first support, Summer Camp, from up in the gods. (The second support were both forgettable and incapable of enunciating their name.) The Vaccines themselves were a lot of fun, it wasn't any more physical or aggressive than many other gigs I've been to but I came away more battered and bruised than usual for some reason; much more close to turning ugly was the half-hour queue for the cloakroom at the end of it all.
I went out to Sin City on Friday night withmidnightschilde, themadone and C.: we'd had a not-untypical 50% drop-out rate on the day but luckily had enough people coming that there was still a good posse of us. Alarmingly, I think it's about a year since I've been to the Ballroom but it didn't disappoint- although never rammed, the crowd was large enough and didn't really dwindle much before the end of the night.
On Saturday I fought my way through the hordes of rampaging Santas in the West End to catch up with R for the first time in ages and we went to see Weekend at the cinema, which I was really impressed by: it had an incredible level of authenticity to it and managed to address issues affecting the gay experience, that are rarely tackled so intelligently and even-handedly, via the prism of some pretty well-drawn characters. Afterwards I hot-footed it over to Bermondsey for pizza and conviviality to celebratemuldr4scly's birthday.
Today we managed to get out of London and headed down to tromp around the Kent countryside (Snodland to Sole Street) with a group of regular walkers we've always been meaning, but never previously quite managed, to tag along with. We probably didn't make the best first impression by getting the train times wrong (my fault) but we caught up fairly easily and it was all very pleasant: I guess nowhere within a 90 minute train ride of London is every going to be too remote and dramatic but there were some nice bits of wood and pleasingly rolling downs and it felt good. I did have to make a dash into work when we got back to sort something out: on the plus side I haven't fucked up in a way that it looked like I might have, on the minus I still need to go in early tomorrow to assure the relevant parties of this.
venta & co. upstairs at The Camden Head, which was hugely entertaining- probably much more so than if the sumptious sets and extravagant theatrical effects, narrated by the sextet of performers reading scripts while stood at microphones, were ever actually realised.On Thursday I went to see The Vaccines- it was arranged by cousin Andy but Mags and
jamese were there too; we managed to circumvent the disaster of turning out to have seated tickets with a little ingenuity, although A & I had watched the end of the impressive first support, Summer Camp, from up in the gods. (The second support were both forgettable and incapable of enunciating their name.) The Vaccines themselves were a lot of fun, it wasn't any more physical or aggressive than many other gigs I've been to but I came away more battered and bruised than usual for some reason; much more close to turning ugly was the half-hour queue for the cloakroom at the end of it all.I went out to Sin City on Friday night with
midnightschilde, themadone and C.: we'd had a not-untypical 50% drop-out rate on the day but luckily had enough people coming that there was still a good posse of us. Alarmingly, I think it's about a year since I've been to the Ballroom but it didn't disappoint- although never rammed, the crowd was large enough and didn't really dwindle much before the end of the night.On Saturday I fought my way through the hordes of rampaging Santas in the West End to catch up with R for the first time in ages and we went to see Weekend at the cinema, which I was really impressed by: it had an incredible level of authenticity to it and managed to address issues affecting the gay experience, that are rarely tackled so intelligently and even-handedly, via the prism of some pretty well-drawn characters. Afterwards I hot-footed it over to Bermondsey for pizza and conviviality to celebrate
muldr4scly's birthday.Today we managed to get out of London and headed down to tromp around the Kent countryside (Snodland to Sole Street) with a group of regular walkers we've always been meaning, but never previously quite managed, to tag along with. We probably didn't make the best first impression by getting the train times wrong (my fault) but we caught up fairly easily and it was all very pleasant: I guess nowhere within a 90 minute train ride of London is every going to be too remote and dramatic but there were some nice bits of wood and pleasingly rolling downs and it felt good. I did have to make a dash into work when we got back to sort something out: on the plus side I haven't fucked up in a way that it looked like I might have, on the minus I still need to go in early tomorrow to assure the relevant parties of this.
