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satyricaThe first full week in December started with a Monday night gig which was fun but poorly timed: a group of London Irish punksters (The Lagan) who Ketch and I really enjoy had managed to get a slot supporting their heroes Flogging Molly at the Shepherds Bush Empire, so we went along. The only downside was that they were the first of five bands on the bill so we had to rush there to see them come on at 6.30pm, then wait through three other bands we weren't so fussed about, before seeing Flogging Molly. I had loads of work that I should have been doing and was pretty tired, which probably made me less tolerant of Lost in Stereo (who sang like an American rock band but turned out to be Scottish), old-time punks Face to Face and The Bronx, who brought the mosh but left me otherwise cold, than I would have otherwise been. Nevertheless it was great to see The Lagan, who we'd not caught for several years, and we still managed to summon up the energy to have a dance to Flogging Molly from somewhere.
On the Tuesday I went to watch the Fantastic Beasts film with N and one of his housemates in Walthamstow, which was very 'middle segment' but didn't drag at all for me, then went to the shelter on Wednesday evening. I was paying the price for telling one of my new caseworkers that I don't often get ill and was struggling with a cold but still made myself go out to the Boston Music Rooms on Thursday to see Broken Hands, as I was so excited that they had suddenly re-emerged after going completely silent for two years; I caught the second half of woozy, mostly-female Indian Queens in support and was not disappointed by the extensive mix of first-album tracks and impressive new material from Broken Hands themselves.
I was luckily feeling more perky in time for a weekend of late-nights: heading out to a Hackney Wick warehouse to see Arrows of Love with A, which turned into dancing to DJs and stumbling off to the night tube in the early hours. Everything seemed to be coming together on the Saturday and I joined N in Highgate for a tea-time wedding celebration for his cousin, which was really nice but I slipped out before the end to head to Limehouse for Ali's annual birthday dinner at the Italian restaurant there, with its usual cast of regulars, before departing early from that in turn to receive late-night visitors at home in the form of PFW, J & E; the only night we were all free to make the most of M being away and spend the night chilling out, listening to music together.
Unsurprisingly, I took it very easy on Sunday, although did manage to make it out of the flat in the afternoon in order to meet up with N in town for cake.
On the Tuesday I went to watch the Fantastic Beasts film with N and one of his housemates in Walthamstow, which was very 'middle segment' but didn't drag at all for me, then went to the shelter on Wednesday evening. I was paying the price for telling one of my new caseworkers that I don't often get ill and was struggling with a cold but still made myself go out to the Boston Music Rooms on Thursday to see Broken Hands, as I was so excited that they had suddenly re-emerged after going completely silent for two years; I caught the second half of woozy, mostly-female Indian Queens in support and was not disappointed by the extensive mix of first-album tracks and impressive new material from Broken Hands themselves.
I was luckily feeling more perky in time for a weekend of late-nights: heading out to a Hackney Wick warehouse to see Arrows of Love with A, which turned into dancing to DJs and stumbling off to the night tube in the early hours. Everything seemed to be coming together on the Saturday and I joined N in Highgate for a tea-time wedding celebration for his cousin, which was really nice but I slipped out before the end to head to Limehouse for Ali's annual birthday dinner at the Italian restaurant there, with its usual cast of regulars, before departing early from that in turn to receive late-night visitors at home in the form of PFW, J & E; the only night we were all free to make the most of M being away and spend the night chilling out, listening to music together.
Unsurprisingly, I took it very easy on Sunday, although did manage to make it out of the flat in the afternoon in order to meet up with N in town for cake.
