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satyricaOur school-friend E was staying over, having returned from her travels, and although I’d seen her a bit as I popped in and out on Saturday, I spent Sunday morning much more satisfyingly with her as she made brunch for M & I. In the afternoon I headed out to Egham to celebrate R&K’s children’s birthdays, they are still just about at an age where this can be appropriated as an excuse for the adults to all get together, then I went over to N’s for the evening, once I got back into London.
The ensuing week was Snowmaggedon: it didn’t really impinge too much on my travel but we were obviously pretty stretched at work as we enacted our own cold weather procedures and fielded all of the additional attention from the outside world. It helped that I was mostly home Monday and Tuesday evenings, although the latter also involved collecting A from Victoria and putting him on a train to Luton, as he was heading back to Romania again.
I was at The Garage Wednesday evening to see Yonaka, one of the bands I’ve been following for a while that seem to be very much Making It in some sense: they were supported by Blackwaters, who I keep seeing, and fellow female-fronted Findlay. Thursday was supposed to be our fundraiser B’s leaving drinks (as she’s been poached by our ex-boss: I don’t begrudge it but he could at least have given us time to replace him first) down in Clapham, which were somewhat diminished by the weather, but quite a few people still made it.
On Friday I was back at The Garage, this time its smaller space Thousand Island, to see Sheffield-band Sheafs: they had first youngsters The Rills, pretty standard guitar-indie but good, then the slightly more poised Naropa, who I’d also happily see again, supporting them. Sheafs were gloriously posturing and full of energy, also done by 10pm which allowed me to zip down to Brixton and finally make it to the Hootenanny there, where Mr. Tea & the Minions were playing, one of the Bristol-based Balkansy bands I always see at Glastonbury but keep missing when they come to London; between the two of them I managed to dance the week’s stresses away, although I decided not to stay for other acts that were coming on later.
The ensuing week was Snowmaggedon: it didn’t really impinge too much on my travel but we were obviously pretty stretched at work as we enacted our own cold weather procedures and fielded all of the additional attention from the outside world. It helped that I was mostly home Monday and Tuesday evenings, although the latter also involved collecting A from Victoria and putting him on a train to Luton, as he was heading back to Romania again.
I was at The Garage Wednesday evening to see Yonaka, one of the bands I’ve been following for a while that seem to be very much Making It in some sense: they were supported by Blackwaters, who I keep seeing, and fellow female-fronted Findlay. Thursday was supposed to be our fundraiser B’s leaving drinks (as she’s been poached by our ex-boss: I don’t begrudge it but he could at least have given us time to replace him first) down in Clapham, which were somewhat diminished by the weather, but quite a few people still made it.
On Friday I was back at The Garage, this time its smaller space Thousand Island, to see Sheffield-band Sheafs: they had first youngsters The Rills, pretty standard guitar-indie but good, then the slightly more poised Naropa, who I’d also happily see again, supporting them. Sheafs were gloriously posturing and full of energy, also done by 10pm which allowed me to zip down to Brixton and finally make it to the Hootenanny there, where Mr. Tea & the Minions were playing, one of the Bristol-based Balkansy bands I always see at Glastonbury but keep missing when they come to London; between the two of them I managed to dance the week’s stresses away, although I decided not to stay for other acts that were coming on later.
