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satyricaI go to gigs so much that they become a fairly standard experience but last Thursday I had one that reminded me how exciting they can be: there were only two bands and they started quite late so there was quite a bit of waiting for it to start, during which a uni student came over and proclaimed: "I've seen you at four gigs in the last two weeks!" and proceeded to talk at me for the next half an hour, which was really nice. I was mostly there for Rascalton (Scottish rockers who I'd caught once before then hadn't been back to London for a while) and they were really good but I thought I'd seen headliners Strange Bones once before, only I'd got them confused and it was just that I'd read about them, so the fact that they were completely electrifying live came as a wonderful surprise. I also saw members of four other bands that I've followed (False Heads, Calva Louise, Green Brothers and Concrete Caverns) in the audience which seemed like a pretty good sign that I had hit some kind of motherlode.
I went up to watch one of the shows that N had been working on Friday night, Spring Awakening, a musical based on an 1890s play that improbably featured masturbation, S&M, homosexuality, abortion and all the other joys of adolescence; it wasn't the most cheery thing to watch whilst feeling a bit rough but I's very glad to have caught it. Fortunately, I was feeling a lot better by the next morning when I went off on a lovely, long walk with the Culture Club gang in the disturbingly glorious late-February sunshine; we did a circuit from Cousldon South and through various commons and valleys that I hadn't really expected so close to London and took in a fascinatingly lurid 11/12th Century 'doom painting' at a church in Chaldon.
I managed to double-roast over the weekend, eating one with M Saturday evening, then after day of domestic tasks (and some work) on Sunday, I headed over to N's for a roast with all of the housemates and partners somehow assembled. Work was, sadly, a bit of a theme for the week: I had an unusual dearth of evening plans so I did an hour's work at home every day Saturday to Wednesday in an attempt to tackle my massive admin backlog and make my life less stressful.
I was back at the Bernie Grant Arts Centre this Thursday to see the next of N's show, Merrily We Roll Along, do its dress run, which I almost enjoyed more than sitting with a full audience the week before, not least because we got to go to the pub with all of his tech team afterwards. There were lots of clashing gigs last night, but I ended up going got a battle of the bands style night at Zigfried von Underbelly for a place to play at the Isle of Wight Festival: I was supporting The Green Brothers, who were at the distinct disadvantage of playing first but remained my favourite. I stayed for three more: Disco Lizards (all whoas and da-da-das), Tupelo (who brought a big crowd but played a kind of niddly funk that really wasn't my thing) and Meet the Fishermen, who were more worth sticking around for.
I went up to watch one of the shows that N had been working on Friday night, Spring Awakening, a musical based on an 1890s play that improbably featured masturbation, S&M, homosexuality, abortion and all the other joys of adolescence; it wasn't the most cheery thing to watch whilst feeling a bit rough but I's very glad to have caught it. Fortunately, I was feeling a lot better by the next morning when I went off on a lovely, long walk with the Culture Club gang in the disturbingly glorious late-February sunshine; we did a circuit from Cousldon South and through various commons and valleys that I hadn't really expected so close to London and took in a fascinatingly lurid 11/12th Century 'doom painting' at a church in Chaldon.
I managed to double-roast over the weekend, eating one with M Saturday evening, then after day of domestic tasks (and some work) on Sunday, I headed over to N's for a roast with all of the housemates and partners somehow assembled. Work was, sadly, a bit of a theme for the week: I had an unusual dearth of evening plans so I did an hour's work at home every day Saturday to Wednesday in an attempt to tackle my massive admin backlog and make my life less stressful.
I was back at the Bernie Grant Arts Centre this Thursday to see the next of N's show, Merrily We Roll Along, do its dress run, which I almost enjoyed more than sitting with a full audience the week before, not least because we got to go to the pub with all of his tech team afterwards. There were lots of clashing gigs last night, but I ended up going got a battle of the bands style night at Zigfried von Underbelly for a place to play at the Isle of Wight Festival: I was supporting The Green Brothers, who were at the distinct disadvantage of playing first but remained my favourite. I stayed for three more: Disco Lizards (all whoas and da-da-das), Tupelo (who brought a big crowd but played a kind of niddly funk that really wasn't my thing) and Meet the Fishermen, who were more worth sticking around for.
