mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Dec. 30th, 2017 05:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
satyricaThe night after Tell Tale Tusk I was back at another gig just down the road, at the Victoria in Dalston. Show Boy had an eclectic range of supports: I walked in to INIQO, a dude in rowing gear singing badly to backing dance tracks, auto-tuned to the hilt, whilst bouncing manically about the stage and changing half the words to "rowing". After that, a female electronic duo, Waterbaby seemed rather humdrum, whilst Dorian Electra again had more of a performance element to it, a drag king country singer with some entertaining backing dancers and at least some fairly coherent tunes. Show Boy themselves were good, although I slightly wished I'd just pitched up for them.
Friday was our work Xmas excursion, which was also doubling as my boss's leaving do and had several sections: a meal and some games at the church, then two different bars in Clapham. You could tell that it had been left to one of our 20-somethings to organise as they were both pretty over-stimulating: one having an upstairs full of arcade machines, crazy golf, VR games etc. (also Verlaine on his own Xmas work outing), then we moved on to the Adventure Bar which was all cheesy music and dancing but everyone seemed to have fun and five of us ended up heading back to B's place in Brixton and crumpling on his living room floor.
I headed out on the second attempt (finding we were locked in on the first) fairly early and went back to bed for a few hours once I got home, before heading back down to Denmark Hill for MW's house warming for the lovely place they've bought down there: it was all very pleasant with people coming and going though the afternoon and evening; some of the rest of the school lot had cried off but DT came up from Bath so it was good to see him. I left as afternoon moved into evening to head to Limehouse for Ali's annual birthday visit to La Figa, this time her 40th, although we were a smaller group than usual.
On Sunday I was celebrating another 40th, this time up in Oxford to see L: it was just a few of us hanging out but that was pretty lovely in itself. The Monday evening Lisa came over for dinner and we played Carcasonne as well; on the Tuesday I joined N and his friends at the St. Martin-in-the-Fields Community Carol Concert, which is a bit of a tradition of theirs: it was the first time I'd been and it was pretty lovely, although I would have preferred to do more singing and less being-sung-to (according to the programme, we were supposed to be singing one more carol than we did but their expectation that a congregation or irregulars could deal with being asked to sing alternate verses of In the Bleak Midwinter from a seated position without anyone making encouraging gestures from the front was woefully ambitious). It's their carol service aimed at the people who live and work in the parish, although from the titles of the people reading the various lessons, it's pretty clear they consider the Senior Researchers at the National Gallery and Chamberlains at St. James' Palace to be much more their target audience than the bloke who works in the cornershop.
On Wednesday we managed to fit in another Aberrant session, complete with surprise presents from our lovely GM.
Friday was our work Xmas excursion, which was also doubling as my boss's leaving do and had several sections: a meal and some games at the church, then two different bars in Clapham. You could tell that it had been left to one of our 20-somethings to organise as they were both pretty over-stimulating: one having an upstairs full of arcade machines, crazy golf, VR games etc. (also Verlaine on his own Xmas work outing), then we moved on to the Adventure Bar which was all cheesy music and dancing but everyone seemed to have fun and five of us ended up heading back to B's place in Brixton and crumpling on his living room floor.
I headed out on the second attempt (finding we were locked in on the first) fairly early and went back to bed for a few hours once I got home, before heading back down to Denmark Hill for MW's house warming for the lovely place they've bought down there: it was all very pleasant with people coming and going though the afternoon and evening; some of the rest of the school lot had cried off but DT came up from Bath so it was good to see him. I left as afternoon moved into evening to head to Limehouse for Ali's annual birthday visit to La Figa, this time her 40th, although we were a smaller group than usual.
On Sunday I was celebrating another 40th, this time up in Oxford to see L: it was just a few of us hanging out but that was pretty lovely in itself. The Monday evening Lisa came over for dinner and we played Carcasonne as well; on the Tuesday I joined N and his friends at the St. Martin-in-the-Fields Community Carol Concert, which is a bit of a tradition of theirs: it was the first time I'd been and it was pretty lovely, although I would have preferred to do more singing and less being-sung-to (according to the programme, we were supposed to be singing one more carol than we did but their expectation that a congregation or irregulars could deal with being asked to sing alternate verses of In the Bleak Midwinter from a seated position without anyone making encouraging gestures from the front was woefully ambitious). It's their carol service aimed at the people who live and work in the parish, although from the titles of the people reading the various lessons, it's pretty clear they consider the Senior Researchers at the National Gallery and Chamberlains at St. James' Palace to be much more their target audience than the bloke who works in the cornershop.
On Wednesday we managed to fit in another Aberrant session, complete with surprise presents from our lovely GM.
