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satyricaI eased myself into the Sunday after Camden Rocks and, after some domesticity, met up with N in the Gardens at Chiswick House, which I hadn't really been aware of before. It was a sunny day and the landscaped gardens were an idyllic setting to lounge and have a picnic in before we took a wander round to examine all its obelisks and fountains and features. On Monday I went to be a groundling at the Globe (for I think the first time in a couple of years!) and see Two Noble Kinsmen with Ketch and Cousin A. It was a fairly simple story but good to have seen (I'm not sure if it properly counts towards my Gotta Watch 'Em All Shakespeare efforts) and performed entertainingly, as ever at The Globe; I also caught glimpses of one of N's ex-housemates pushing various props on and off the stage.
Work's carried on being pretty full-on and I got up to N's fairly late on Tuesday, then Wednesday was at The Borderline to see two bands I really like playing: White Room were good with their fey psychedelia but it really erupted for The Blinders. We had Aberrant on Thursday and unexpectedly found that after three years we had drawn this chapter of the chronicle to a close, although we'll hopefully keep on meeting to play other games. When I finally managed to get away from work on Friday, a bunch of us went for a drink with Karolina, who left recently and is about to head off travelling, which was fun but unexpectedly drunken.
I did a lot of home stuff again last Saturday then popped into the Teeth exhibition at the Wellcome Collection with N, which is bite-sized and interesting enough, then free cake in the Friends Meeting House courtyard, before heading off down by myself to Mottingham to have dinner with my old housemate D and her family, which was extremely pleasant and lovely to see her after quite a while, although I again managed to overdo it. On Sunday N, M and I, and a few of N's colleagues, made the most of the continuing sun by having a hugely over-catered picnic in Regents Park, which was gloriously languid, then I headed back up to Tottenham and sat out in N's garden.
This week I managed to catch Solo at the cinema on Monday with Lisa, which was solidly entertaining, albeit with a rather played-safe story. The rest of the week was music: the Camden Assembly on Tuesday, I caught the end of duo Waterfools but was there for Himalayas and grungey, female-fronted Valeras. Wednesday N and I went to Zero Wave, our friend B's experimental music night: he was up first as part of Far Rainbow's dark soundscape, we were less taken by discordant modular synth duo Grave Threat, The Mopa Mosa Workshop Group was improvised music from a crowd of clarinets and saxophones, not all of the players of which had met each other before the performance it seemed, and we left after an entertaining SF short story read by Rozie Schneider.
Thursday was another night with a couple of bands I was keen to see, an Isle of Wight Festival warm-up at the Monarch: I caught the end of young trio The Cosmics, finally got to see Red Rum Club again after catching them at Tramlines last year, whose performance had a lot of pizzazz, found Yves fairly unremarkable and left after catching The Velvet Hands again.
Work's carried on being pretty full-on and I got up to N's fairly late on Tuesday, then Wednesday was at The Borderline to see two bands I really like playing: White Room were good with their fey psychedelia but it really erupted for The Blinders. We had Aberrant on Thursday and unexpectedly found that after three years we had drawn this chapter of the chronicle to a close, although we'll hopefully keep on meeting to play other games. When I finally managed to get away from work on Friday, a bunch of us went for a drink with Karolina, who left recently and is about to head off travelling, which was fun but unexpectedly drunken.
I did a lot of home stuff again last Saturday then popped into the Teeth exhibition at the Wellcome Collection with N, which is bite-sized and interesting enough, then free cake in the Friends Meeting House courtyard, before heading off down by myself to Mottingham to have dinner with my old housemate D and her family, which was extremely pleasant and lovely to see her after quite a while, although I again managed to overdo it. On Sunday N, M and I, and a few of N's colleagues, made the most of the continuing sun by having a hugely over-catered picnic in Regents Park, which was gloriously languid, then I headed back up to Tottenham and sat out in N's garden.
This week I managed to catch Solo at the cinema on Monday with Lisa, which was solidly entertaining, albeit with a rather played-safe story. The rest of the week was music: the Camden Assembly on Tuesday, I caught the end of duo Waterfools but was there for Himalayas and grungey, female-fronted Valeras. Wednesday N and I went to Zero Wave, our friend B's experimental music night: he was up first as part of Far Rainbow's dark soundscape, we were less taken by discordant modular synth duo Grave Threat, The Mopa Mosa Workshop Group was improvised music from a crowd of clarinets and saxophones, not all of the players of which had met each other before the performance it seemed, and we left after an entertaining SF short story read by Rozie Schneider.
Thursday was another night with a couple of bands I was keen to see, an Isle of Wight Festival warm-up at the Monarch: I caught the end of young trio The Cosmics, finally got to see Red Rum Club again after catching them at Tramlines last year, whose performance had a lot of pizzazz, found Yves fairly unremarkable and left after catching The Velvet Hands again.
