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satyricaHoliday feels like a long time ago now but the evening of the Friday I got back, having had a fair bit of time to sort myself out back home, I wandered out to Camden and the Dublin Castle to just catch the last two of the evening's programme of bands. First up were Mortimer's Wish, rockers of at least my age with an Irish singer; I was there to give Loud Mute Rage another go: young, London-based Europeans flinging themselves about the stage whilst playing unironic rock, which was again a lot of fun. On Saturday N and I met for brunch in Soho then wandered down to the South Bank roof garden for a bit before heading our separate ways. I went back out in the evening to the Sebright Arms for the Phobophobes gig: the London Indie Meet-Up group were in attendance so I chatted to some of them and also Joey who I've started getting to know form a few gigs so it was unexpectedly sociable! First up were Honkies, mostly memorable for their keyboardist's kimono, and then Peeping Drexels who were somewhat chaotic and inward looking, as though they were rehearsing and oblivious to the presence of the audience, but definitely had that South London sound going on which complemented the 'Phobes pretty well, who were on excellent form.
On Sunday N & I headed down to Eltham Palace, which I didn't really know much about but turned out to be the highly stylish 1930s home of some scions of the Courtauld family, artfully tacked on to the remains (mostly just the Great Hall) of a medieval palace; it was a nice mix with some pleasing eccentricities (the purpose-built room for the pet lemur!), although the grounds would have been nicer if it weren't for the pissing rain and we had to dodge some special events, which meant there were basically a bunch of people LARPing 30s house guests wandering around. As we were down that part of the world, we dropped in on my ex-housemate D & family for tea before heading back. M's Mum and partner had descended on us for the week so I hung out and ate with them at home before going fairly late again to see some music at the Old Blue Last. I was still in time to see 3 bands and caught Ugly, the female-fronted Golden Age of TV, who were down from Leeds but slightly bedevilled by technical issues, and White Room, who I'm still very much enjoying.
Coming back from holiday the Friday before a Bank Holiday was great because there was time to decompress after being away and it still felt like the holiday was just going on forever! I spent a lot of Monday at home, then headed over to meet N in Stoke Newington for a drink. I left just as his friends were starting to arrive and went down into town to see The Lieutenant of Inishmore at the theatre; it had Aiden Turner in it and was by the writer of In Bruges & Three Billboards etc. and can best be described as a gory farce ridiculing paramilitaries in Ireland.
On Sunday N & I headed down to Eltham Palace, which I didn't really know much about but turned out to be the highly stylish 1930s home of some scions of the Courtauld family, artfully tacked on to the remains (mostly just the Great Hall) of a medieval palace; it was a nice mix with some pleasing eccentricities (the purpose-built room for the pet lemur!), although the grounds would have been nicer if it weren't for the pissing rain and we had to dodge some special events, which meant there were basically a bunch of people LARPing 30s house guests wandering around. As we were down that part of the world, we dropped in on my ex-housemate D & family for tea before heading back. M's Mum and partner had descended on us for the week so I hung out and ate with them at home before going fairly late again to see some music at the Old Blue Last. I was still in time to see 3 bands and caught Ugly, the female-fronted Golden Age of TV, who were down from Leeds but slightly bedevilled by technical issues, and White Room, who I'm still very much enjoying.
Coming back from holiday the Friday before a Bank Holiday was great because there was time to decompress after being away and it still felt like the holiday was just going on forever! I spent a lot of Monday at home, then headed over to meet N in Stoke Newington for a drink. I left just as his friends were starting to arrive and went down into town to see The Lieutenant of Inishmore at the theatre; it had Aiden Turner in it and was by the writer of In Bruges & Three Billboards etc. and can best be described as a gory farce ridiculing paramilitaries in Ireland.
