I just wanted to wish all a happy Morrissey's birthday.
teehee
angela
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Hello
Hmm, I don't want to be responsible for reporting back but I thought I'd
give a little summary of my first big sinister meet-up/first ever b&s
gig in case there are lurkers who are too frightened to post/go to
meet-ups/be in the presence of "the band".
It all started off very well, we went to catch a bus to the train
station and it was a tiny old-fashioned one, the ticket machine was like
one of those sixties tills with metallic push buttons and no screen. The
driver even knew the other people who were taking the bus. The only
thing to shatter the illusion of actually having been transported back a
few decades was the two little boys playing with the ringtones on their
mum's mobile at the back of the bus. Their favourite seemed to be Merry
Christmas.
We caught the train, it was a bit busy but we spread out our reading
materials (private eye, smash hits and the independent if you are
interested) across our table so we had plenty of leg-room. We had
figured that the train journey up from York might be a little dull so we
had bought some cans of extra strong cider for the train. It tasted
surprisingly good and brought back many pleasant memories of underage
drinking and generally hanging about. So, not being the hardcore
drinkers we could be, by the time we got to Glasgow James and I were a
little tipsy.
Obviously the best thing for our host to do was take us straight to the
Bier Halle for some pizza and beer fun. James had budvar and I had this
lovely peach thingy which tasted a bit like archers but in beer form.
Mmmmm.
So eventually we got to my friend's house and we got ready for our big
night on the town. We went to the QM union for Cheesy Pop (it does
exactly what it says on the tin) and did some merry dancing with the
occasional 90p vodka +mix. I think you can see where this is going.
Around 1am we rolled into the woodside social (venue of sinister meet-up
#1) and you could say we were a little drunk. I was less nervous than I
might have been, having quite a bit of alcohol in my system, so when
James began introducing me to listees that he knew I got a bit
overexcited and I may have proclaimed a couple of random
non-sinisterines to be celebrities, much to their confusion. But I did
also get a to meet a few stars and wow them with my charm and wit. Or
maybe I said "ohmigod its carsmile steve!!" and then grinned, incapable
of starting a conversation.
Ditto Stefano, Ken Chu etc etc...
I don't know whether I will actually post this as I'm blushing even as I
type.
So once the shameful bit was over, I had a bit of a dance and managed to
fall over twice on the overly slipply floor by the bar *yes that was ME,
now you are all beginning to remember who I am*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning wasn't pretty. All that booze and excitement left me at
less than my pubnicking best, so our departure was delayed by about 3
hours. Eventually we set off for the park/The Tap, but due to a
diabolical sense of direction from our host (a glasgow resident of 2
years) and a less then perfect memory of his last visit from James, we
got there extremely late and were too ashamed to strike up conversations
with the others. So we had our tea and left.
But not to worry, we still had the gig to go to!! I've gone on for ages
so I won't give a big review of the gig *the last few people still
reading turn away from their computers in disgust* but needless to say,
B&S were fantastic... Seeing other people was a gem as was the new one
that Stevie sang involving us finger-clicking along. Plus Stuart's
silver trousers were a sight to behold. Also worth a mention was the
performance from Delgados, they played a lovely set with lots of stuff
from "Hate"... All very dramatic and affecting I thought.
Afterwards I gather that a lot of people went to the Art School for more
dancing and drinking but me and James were exhausted so we went home to
bed. Clearly I'm just not as hardcore as you lot... All I wanted was a
cup of tea!
The next day we got up late, listened to some Take That and then went
for our train... Four hours and 3 trains later we were home. In all, a
knackering weekend, but very exciting and fun. Definitely recommended to
people who like to hide in the woodwork, the sinister lot really are a
very nice bunch, although I'd recommend consuming slightly less alcohol
than I did in preparation for your first big meeting. Hello and my
apologies to everyone that I met/fell over near, also hi to Stine who I
know would have loved to have been there (you missed out on some
beautiful scottish accents... Yum)
Good night,
Love
Jinnifer
Xxx
PS - for those of you in Scotland who didn't make it to the gig it will
apparently be on scottish tv on Friday 23rd... Look out for those
trousers!
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Band news...
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Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 21:26:52 -0000
From: band(a)banchory.net
To: lulou(a)crockery.org
Subject: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List
A bit of live broadcast news for you!
On May 27 2003 between 10.00 and 11.00pm and June 1st between 07.00 and
08.00am on BBC 6Music will be playing an archive concert from Belle and
Sebastian from The Bowlie Weekender (all times British Summer Time). This
is a bit of a blast from the past, about four or five songs from the 1999
concert will be aired and you can listen in live online with RealAudio at
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/6music.shtml or with Windows Media Player
at http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/6music_asx.shtml
And just a reminder for those in Scotland, you can watch highlights of
last Saturday's Concern Concert for Africa on STV/Grampian on Friday May
23rd at 11.00pm (British Summer Time). Also, if you want to donate to
Concern's appeal to raise funds for those in Africa, you can either donate
via their website at http://www.concern.net/help_concern/donate.htm or by
calling Concern on 0800 410 510. This is a UK only free telephone number.
Cheers,
Katrina @ Banchory.
http://www.banchory.nethttp://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home
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Miss Marianna
Thank you for bringing back memories of Justin
Timberlake! I'm glad I'm not the only one who
appreciates such wonder ;)
And not only did he beatbox for 10 minutes - he did it
to Afrika Bambaata *swoon*
I was a little worried that *drums* wasn't coming, and
literally screamed when it did.
My post-JT tinnitus was at the same pitch as the
screaming teenagers, so I got relive the experience
when I got home... :D
I would report back on B&S, but even with the tin foil
trousers, Stuart wasn't nearly as exciting as JT ;p
sharon
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so, ok well, today was pretty cloudy
i think there might have been a bit of rain in the afternoon
there was but i didn't really mind it, rain is ok
rain is droplets of water that fall from the clouds in the sky
did you know that? it's pretty rad when you think about it
i hope you're all doing ok in the rain
although of course it might not be raining where you are
if it's not then, well, i don't know, i hope you're still ok
i am... well, i'm alright
yesterday, which was a tuesday was alright
i've often said how much i like tuesdays, some people think
they're the third day of the week, but i know for a fact that they're the
second
and first the worst second the best, though monday, that's the first day of
the week
wasn't the worst, on monday i woke up and watched a dvd of 'dude, where's my
car?'
on the television, aren't they a great invention? i gave mine a hug
because it's so nice to me, why can't people be like that?
after the dvd it was time for pancakes, but first i had to
decide what to wear, which was difficult, i have this rule for myself
that i can't wear anything black on a monday
it always causes me trouble, i don't know why i don't just abandon the rule
but it's an important rule, i've forgotten why
but i've gained weight recently and my red suit doesn't fit me anymore
i used to like my red suit buy now that it doesn't fit me i want to burn it
i want to burn things sometimes
but i put on my tshirt and a skirt anyway and i looked ok
on the way downstairs someone said "kieran, don't you usually wear your
red suit on mondays?" and she was right, but i wanted to burn her just the
same
some people, honestly
well my tshirt has a picture of two horses on it, and the horses are happy
together
why can't we all be like those horses?
i read in the newspaper a terrible story about two gorillas that escaped
from the zoo
they escaped by dressing up as japanese tourists and talking their way out
of the zoo
once they were out they mauled seven people, and killed another nine
those gorillas
if they were like the horses i was wearing, i tell you, things would not
have been like that
on the tshirt there is also a picture of a butterfly frolicking near the
horses and loving
if the gorillas could've got to that butterfly then the consequences don't
bear thinking about
why don't people try to stop these things? i know i do
i kept my horses away from gorillas
and i don't even work at the zoo, so how could i have stopped them?
why can't people just be nicer?
so anyway i was riding my horses into town to get pancakes
we stopped off for icecream and to watch a dvd of 'my big fat greek wedding'
which is a sort of gangster movie, except set in grease, i think belle and
sebastian
are on the soundtrack but i might be wrong about that, it might be def
leppard
someone was explaining to me about john zorn's re-appropriation of 80s
hardcore
along with various other genres encompassing funk, lounge, surf guitar etc
in his
seminal naked city band, i think they were on the soundtrack too, though i
didn't hear them
the ice cream was lots of flavours, red, green as well as orange, the orange
wasn't very nice
my favourite ice cream flavour is love
ice cream is made by freezing milk and then passing it through a filter and
then you cut it into cones with scissors
i love it when it's dark during the daytime
sometimes i wake up and it's so dark, dark all the time, dark in my heart
as we rode further on we reached a park with a big lake
i love parks with big lakes, why can't everywhere be like that?
we sat down, the horses are called nigel and billy, but billy is a girl
they are not gay horses
i've told peole that, but they laugh, some of them laugh!
like billy jean i tell them, from the michael bolton song which i will post
the lyrics to:
billy jean, you are a horse
but a girl
not a gay horse
you love nigel
he loves you
chorus
we ride into town for pancakes
we play video games
and eat ice cream
chorus
chorus
now that i think about it it might be a daniel johnston and jad fair song
i met daniel and jad for pancakes anyway, along with my aunt who is a queen
we had pink grapefruit juice which was pink and a glass of orange juice and
stacks of pancakes as high as the moon
i mean as high so they went up to being able to reach the moon
not the other way round, which is what nigel thought, until i shot him
they were very tasty it was very sunny
i went to buy some clothes from the store, i think the name of the store was
tescos
it's where i get my best clothes anyway, it was getting dark by the time i
got out but
i bought seven ties and a suit made of vinegar
then i decided to ride a donkey into town, like our lord
in town i stopped for pancakes with my friends joe and chris
they told me about a show they had seen on television featuring
a serial killer
how wrong serial killing is, you ought to be ashamed i said
they agreed with me, there is nothing funny about that
we discussed the matter at length and then played pac man
at the arcade where i was eaten by a ghost
how can people just kill like that? we listened to a compilation of
bollywood soundtracks
and ate pizza by the seaside for a while and then played shinty
which i won at by checkmating colin newman from the band wire
we stopped to look at some birds on the way into town
not birds as in women you sexist fucking cunt but real flying birds
aren't birds just wonderful? why can't everywhere be like the sky?
i wonder how birds manage to get all the way up there
do you think humans will ever be able to attain unaided flight?
after dinner i flew into town for some pancakes with robert and pat
robert is my paediatrician (i hope i've spelled that right!) and we were
shot at by some welsh people
why can't everyone be like the welsh?
down the front of the gig was tom jones and cerys matthews, we walked
the 200 yards into town and ate pancakes which had welsh sauce made from
leeks and valleys on them and tom sang us a song based on
the stereophonics album 'just enough education to perform'
which is a funny title
i have an education, that day at school i drew a picture of keiji haino in
oil pastel
and they hung it on the wall in the dining hall, so now whenever i'm eating
and whenever anyone
is eating they have to look up at the dark magus of japanese psych rock
i think that's only fair after they gave me a d for my gcse maths coursework
for my maths coursework we had to work out the area of various nets for
cuboids
i tried to devise a formula but all i could think of was piet mondrian and
that part in
catch 22 when it stops being all surreal and funny and Yossarian is plunged
into
a bosch-esque nightmare landscape
outside the streets were damp and we walked off into town for pancakes, we
talked and brian
told me all about his history on the riviera, he had been a lollipop man
until they
invented belisha beacons he said he wanted to chop them all down with his
axe
the street was cold and dry i counted the bricks on the house, there were
seven
there has got to be more than this i thought
and i was right, there were some round the corner that i had missed
that made nine
on the corner someone tried to sell me a paper, it had red writing on it
and you couldn't buy it in the newsagents, i was about to go for pancakes so
i couldn't stop to tell him exactly what i thought of him
but he was an ugly man, i bet he is ugly inside, like that cat we cut open
on christmas eve
i put on my purple anorak for the day because it was the morning
it was a f-f-f-friday which is my favourite day of the week
you know what they say in some restaurants?
tfi friday, which stands for thank goodness it's friday
this is because working in a restaurant is not much fun
i had to work in a restaurant once, to table five i brought a salad
to table twelve i brought some steak
to table six i brought some anchovies
to table nine i brought some pancakes
to table seven i brought some ice cream
to table four i brought some fish
to table eight i brought some oysters
to table eleven i brought some peppers
to table ten i brought some lasagne
to table nine i brought some chips
to table eight i brought some pizza
to table seven i brought some fire
to table six i brought some salad
to table five i brought some fish
to table four i brought some cake
to table three i brought some potato
to table two i brought some biscuits
to table one i brought some chocolate
to table zero i brought some pasta
phew! after all that i was tired!
thank goodness it's friday
how is the weather where you are? here it's a bit damp
they say the crops wont grow if it stays like this
i think someone has stolen all the soil
how could someone do that? what kind of a country is this?
i wish everywhere was like samoa
they have soil there in abundance, and i hear it's rich in lime
how are you?
i am... well, i'm alright
we moved downstream into town to get pancakes
today i decided to wear my feather boa
there's someone called feather boa! imagine that!
she and i go way back
i wrote in my diary about playing nintendo
i watched a dvd of bon jovi playing live
i had the new pink grapefruit lucozade
it wasn't very nice
it tasted like pink grapefruit
i watched a dvd of "kickboxer 2"
lionel and i chatted about baseball
nicky wire from the manic street preachers was leading the herd
and i rode nigel after him, he was riding billy
the rest of the herd have names, but you have to guess them
they are all the reincarnations of famous people though
so it isn't that hard
the one that's samuel beckett just sits and says "nothing to be done"
because there's nothing to be done
but he's wrong! that kind of attitude is ruining america!
but i think he's ok, we played lacrosse and i bought some new hats
and now i can play lacrosse properly
with each new hat i can be a new person!
he won at lacrosse but it was ok because he watched a dvd of "indpedendance
day"
which has will smith and stuart maconie in it
stuart maconie is my idol i think he's the best
i think he has the most unique face in the world, i watched his face during
the movie
and i think it looks different
it has a different cadence you might say
like scotland
the cadence of stuart maconie's face is like scotland
i think
we sat in for pancakes on the way into town and stuart and i talked about
television and he told me about this awful show which dug up the recent past
and made it an object of ironic adulation, that was like sooooo crazy
why can't more people be like stuart?
it was sunny
the sun is actually a big ball of burning gas far far away
i hear ken chu is a real person
he has a job in a hospital
it was cloudy though
i picked up my kids from the vet, they are nice but they whine too much
i give them milk, but a lot of the time it doesn't help
things are tough sometimes
we played jenga and then tennis out on the lawn, i won at both
one of the things that has always worried me is: will we ever be able to
time travel?
i asked the children and they thought we would and i believe them
i looked into their faces and i saw the future and they were serious and i
believed them
children are our future
they were each wearing a sailor suit except for little emily who had a dress
on
in their eyes was every hope that we have ever had
they said there would be time travel and i hold them responsible
i dropped them off with their parent/guardian, it was late in the evening
and decided to go into town for pancakes
but what would i wear? i put on my black jacket but it didn't feel right
it felt distended, whatever that means
while i decided what to wear i put the radio on, there was a song on which
had rapping
how can people be like that?
i changed the station, why can't all music be like what i found
it was rick wakeman, who i love
while i was dancing to rick, daniel came over and he had been visiting the
lions in the zoo
we decided to change plans and go into town for pancakes
on the way we met my mother, who was sad and drunk, though it was still very
early in the morning
i crossed the road to avoid speaking with her
on the way we stopped to play pinball and eat croissants
we took a train into town and we played snooker on the way and ate pasta
john told me how hard it had been for him recently
there was a dvd playing of pearl jam live
eddie vedder dedicated a song to me, i'd seen it before
it was a live version of danny boy, a cover
it was different this time, alec empire made a guest appearance
there are seventeen steps from my house to the shop on the corner
i counted them as i walked there
the shop is very sad, most of the things are old and nobody buys them
i bought bread
i bought milk
the man and i didn't speak, even though i go in there almost every day
i looked at the shelf behind him filled with once bright things now gone
grey
how can people be like that?
why can't everywhere be like the pyramids?
life is so cruel
on the way back we met danny who is a doctor and he said i'd be better soon
i said we should go into town for pancakes sometime
he said he was free on tuesday and i think i'm free on tuesday
that was yesterday
lucy and i spoke on the phone about jam, she likes the consistency to be
thick
i also like the consistency to be thick
what do you think?
how are you today?
i am... well, i'm alright
today i decided to wear a skirt for the first time in years
it was black, i usually wear black on mondays but i did today
i watched a dvd of "titanic" and celine dion made me cry
sarah came over and we watched a dvd of "men in black 2"
ah, i think will smith is so great
i drank a bottle of juice
the flavour was orange
i wonder how they get the bits out
alan told me they use a sieve, which is a bit like... like... like
i woke up and on the telly was a dvd of alice coltrane live in concert
still playing from the night before
she was singing "baby one more time"
the song finished and the camera focussed on her
it drew right in, it was like she stepped from the televison
she started talking but i have forgotten what she said
later alice came over and we hung out and watched movies and talked about
life
she told me about something she had read in the newspaper about some people
who had
hit some other people
how can people do that?
i was so sad that we took the hovercraft into town for pancakes
on the way we stopped off at claire's house and talked to her
she told me that her father was doing ok and she compimented me on my kula
shaker tshirt
barry and paul came over and we played space invaders until it was time to
have lunch
i didn't have any bread in the house so we decided to nip into town for some
pancakes
the pancakes were marvellous and we played aussie rules football afterwards
which is a game where you put coins in the slot and pull the arm and then
hope you get
three matching cherries which i did not
why is life so unfair?
i met crispin on the way into town and i invited him to join me for
pancakes, we talked a bit about
school and he said that the maths coursework was going to be hard
he had spoken to one of the teachers and she had told him that it involved
integers
whatever those are
i told him i wanted to do a painting of someone and he said that maybe
stuart stapleton would be a good idea
i can just imagine it hanging in the dining hall, the dark magus of studio
manipulation
looking down upon everyone as they ate
that would be a punishment for my bad grade at o-level german
mach spass!
i read for a while, a magazine called the nme which told me that miles davis
is releasing a new record
i hate punk rock
i drank a glass of milk while listening to some music, here are the lyrics:
it was an instrumental
the weather here today was a blizzard, i was going to go into town for
pancakes with simon
but the snow and wind made it impossible
how is the weather where you are?
how are you?
i am... well, i'm alright
roger came over and we talked about comic books
i told him my dreams and he said they were good ones
i believe him too, he is a serious man, i think i might love roger
later we went into town for pancakes but stopped on the way to talk to the
police
apparently the penny farthing isn't allowed on roads anymore
what sort of country has this turned into?
i was scared that we were going to get a fine, but roger told the police the
situation
after that they seemed to calm down a bit
the one officer was nice, his name was paul
he fixed me with inquisitive eyes
that's a line from belle and sebastian
i don't think the song has been released yet
perhaps it wont ever be
why are people like that?
stuart and david came over and we watched a dvd of "honey i blew up the kid"
which is my favourite movie
we talked about the economy and about politics and we were mostly in
agreement
less is more i told him and he nodded his head
i gave him a picture i had painted of john fahey but he didn't understand
i told him that i painted it when i was at school
and that it had hung in the dining hall
and that once i had heard him commenting on how much he liked it
i was always too scared to speak to him in school
but he said he didn't want it and afterwards i cried for hours
i met joseph in town for pancakes
he asked me when there would be an end to all this nonsense
and i said there would on tuesday
it was fatal
joseph and i go way back
he drew a map to town for me on squared paper because i'm new and i don't
know the way
he said we could meet up for pancakes tomorrow
frank and i went out dancing and then into town for pancakes
we were playing mario kart on his gameboy
he stopped every so often to look at the scenery
isn't it nice this time of year?
he told me about his grandmothers funeral
how she had always joked about having the theme from 'fame' played at the
ceremony
and how they had put it on in the church
and everyone sobbed to the words
and his voice cracked as he told me
i said it was just a song
why are people like that all the time?
why can't things be like they are in quebec?
after supper i listened to gil scott herren on the stero
pete came over and we ate pasta from a plastic carton
he had bought it from the sainsburys at the station
and it came with a free plastic fork
how do people make a profit these days?
we decided to into town for pancakes
but stopped on the way to have a dip in the sea
it was cold and the salt was in our hair and the sand was in our shoes
mark e smith was on the beach and he told me about the time the sky above
his house had been so clear he could see all the way over the bay
we walked back through the fog to andrea's and played playstation
then we watched a dvd of "happy gilmore"
then we listened to camera obscura on the stereo
chris came over the hill and he was carrying something
it was pancakes
he told me about a war there had been and i asked him why people are like
that
he said it was because they don't know when to stop
i told him i could stop whenever i wanted
but he just shook his head
i wanted to burn him then
i took back the painting of masami akita that i had given him
he had helped me get a good gcse in french
i drank a bottle of orange squash in the park with ian
he told me about his religion and i laughed
he didn't seem to mind
we walked twelve steps to the boating lake
the ducks were out in force
suddenly a child leapt from a building across the street
how can people do that?
everyone ran to look
but i could see his reflection in the sunset coloured lake
it was tuesday
i read in the newspaper that the child died
how can people do that?
at the station i met chloe and george
their train was terribly late
i asked them why, but george seemed reluctant
he said there was a problem, they had stopped for a long time but he didn't
know why
that it was nothing to worry about
we moved off and i pressed him about it but to no avail
we were almost home before the boy came running back
i asked him what the delay had been
george tried to wave it off, try to stop the boy from talking
but he faced me straight and said that a child had fallen from the carriage
and under the wheels
then there was just the noise of the wind
soon i am starting again
like the wheels on a tractor
round, round and round
i am... well, i'm alright
- kieran
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A bit late with the potato puns, perhaps, I actually thought of this last
week but couldn't think of anything more worthwhile to post about, and then
all of a sudden it was an overwhelming blitz of F!U!N! that had me each
night going "My! This is the best night ever!".
Haha, apparently diary entry posts aren't welcomed here(???) so I thought
I'd fuck up the programme.
No really, this is almost as long as the bible, if you print this out this
can probably last you a very long pooing session.
THURS 15, May, 2003 - LONDON
=========================
A few pints after work with a friend from school was the ideal warm up for
the weekend of extravagant dancing and booze consumption. The pub was by
the Train station and is decorated to a locomotives theme (do you see what
they've done there?). Which was somewhat a fitting place to start the
adventure, and much fun was had at the said pub.
After bidding farewell it was time to go on an actual train, to the fair
Highbury & Islington for pubbing before going to a club called "How
does<censored>feel to be<censored>". Before the pub though, I surprised
myself by eating a whole chicken and chips meal by myself, a feat never done
before (actually I HAVE had chicken feet before, oh you know what I meant).
And I must say "H<c>D<c>I<c>F" was fantastic as ever, and added bonus was
that they've replaced the pinball machine from Judge Dredd (which was
knackered), to
THE WHO's PINBALL WIZARD PINBALL MACHINE!
Wow.
And then I danced for ages, and we had a Highgate PARTYBUS home and our
party was so great that some guy joined in on our conversation about The Sex
Pistols even though he didn't know who they were, top bloke!
FRI 16, May, 2003 - LONDON -> SANDBACH -> DUMFRIES -> GLASGOW
=======================================================
Friday morning woke up knowing that you don't have to go to work,
you took a day off even thinking about it would make you smirk.
So yes after waking up with a delightful hangover thinking "My! That was
the best night ever!", I had to get ready for the big road trip to Glasgow!
The car journey
----------------------
Stevie T arrived just as I was hastily creating a Salmon and Cream Cheese
Bagel, when that finally was finish it was time for take-off. It was a very
exciting journey up the motorway through the picturesque landscapes of Hamel
Hampsted, Milton Keynes and Birmingham, after a short break at a motorway
service station at "Sandbach" in Cheshire (which is apparently one of the
areas with the highest disposible income) we were flying through the lake
district - it was a shame that the normally breathtaking views of the great
hills were obscured by the blanket of rain. I was ashamed to not knowing
the origins of most of the tracks on my own car tape.
And soon after coming off the M6, it was time to take an adventure into the
historical town of Dumfries, on the way there we saw a sign that apparently
points to "Camera Obscura", and true enough as we drove by there were the
members of the band waving to us, well it may have been nice if that had
happened. Instead though we found a Lucy B who we had the pleasure of
chauffering up the A701, M74 and M8 and into Glasgow, and after half an hour
of getting very very lost I gave up and bought a Glasgow A-Z and found that
we were within walking distance to where we wanted to go.
The other bit
------------------
The hotel we stayed in was at the heart of the action, it was within walking
distances of everywhere including a wonderful Italian Restaurant that lets
you sit inside and chat without ordering any food, a "fast service" Fish and
Chips shop that sell Haggis Suppers
Digression: Did you know? In a scottish chipshop a "supper" means "with
chips"!!! That's the greatest thing ever.
Then it was time for the PUB, the Pewter Pot Pub is to be recommended and
not just for its alliteratory brilliance, as it is also THE BEST KARAOKE
VENUE EVER and they have a book with 9328932 songs listed on it. There were
performances from Mark C, Pine F, Stevie T, Ken C and Richard G, with
Princess H, Linda K, Lucy B in audience. Mark B and Michael G by going
early have missed out on an "Amazing, Bloody Great, Wonderful" session of
karaoke indeed (to quote Pine F).
And then it's the real thing, the Winchester Club! After paying money to
Carey L, we were just in time to catch the later half of Language of
Flowers, who were excellent, and then it was Dudley Corporation's set, who
were Rawking as ever, on the wall you can see the inch-perfect blur that is
Joss M's drumming, and YEAH, later on there was DANCE FLOOR INVASION, too,
three times!
\m/
and then there were DANCING, and saying "long-time-no-see" a lot, as I
haven't seen so many people there for a long time and it was wonderful to
see them again, as well as meeting people I didn't know! A girl came up to
me to tell me that I didn't make her horny, which was nice, but then later I
sent another girl head over heels.
The club was the best place ever the drinks were cheap and also at the bar
there was a tray of glasses and a jug for Self-Serviced Water!!! The
greatest idea in the world, ever.
And then about 2am it was a quick stumble to the hotel, apparently I had
B.O. Problem.
SAT 17, May, 2003 - GLASGOW -> GLASGOW -> GLASGOW
==============================================
I never thought I'd ever develop murderous thoughts against a
telecommunication device, but this morning when the alarm on the phone
(which I've set myself) went off at 8:30am I felt RAGE. Things soon calmed
down after receiving breakfast. Toast, I like toast. I was determined not
to miss the Film of the Evening at the Hotel which was the enticingly titled
"Casimo". However I was later persuaded that I should go and see a gig
instead.
Even after watching 2 hours of Delia teaching people how to tell a good egg
from bad ones there was still plenty of time to go before Picnic (which
looked less and less on as the weather deteriorated), we went off Crusin'...
Digression: If you put a bad egg in a glass of water it will float! Because
air would get trapped inside an old egg. And if you try and poach old eggs,
well, *chuckle* I won't even SAY what would happen.
... crusin' around glasgow is a blast! Especially if you start it by going
the wrong way out of a cul-de-sac, and after a lot of traffic lights and two
bridges we arrived at the 13th Note Cafe, a place which I've had some fond
memories of, drinking coke and eating chips with the company of Lucy B, Paul
F, Stefano S and Rachel Q has never been so much fun.
Then it was time for more crusin', gettin' lost, and then walkin', gettin'
lost, and finding The Tap, which is also to be recommended and not just for
it's alliteratory brilliance. When we arrived, the lounge area was filled
with 344 people whom I thought at first were all sinister types until i
realised that half of them were just weirdos who aren't on internet mailing
lists and were just there to watch the FA Cup final. I will not mention
this FA Cup final further, because it pains me.
There were much frolics inside that pub, at one point I was caught looking
down a young lady's top, shame on me, and I had a nice serving of soup that
was made of excellent Brie.
And then it was time for juvenile fun of graffiting in the park and breaking
into studios and making ameteur Jackass videoes, all of which were fun fun
fun and then it was time for FOOTIE.
If someone told me that we were going to play footie maybe I would have worn
something more appropriate than Doc Marten's Boots. Still it didn't stop me
making those perfectly timed passes to the opponents. The final score Rest
of The World 5 - 3 England (I think). Although if it was cricket then it
would have been a draw as rain stopped play and half the players were
injured by then anyway - you let twee fuckers do sports and that's what
happens.
The Gig
-----------
And after another visit to The Tap it was time for Going Gigging, which is
to be recommended and not just for its alliteratory brilliance. After
briefly saying hi to Sweetie A it was time for Delgados! They were
excellent, although I think they must be pretty stingy because people kept
saying they were tight. They seemed quite generous to me, playing flawless
guitars and keyboards and cellos and stuff all for charity.
Mull Historical Society sounded excellent from the TV at the bar (this venue
is the BEST EVER, it shows you the gig inside the giggy bit through a TV at
the bar!), spoke to lots of people during then Including Sweetie A, Stu G,
Robin S, Kieran D etc. and there was some B&S STALKAGE going on, one lucy
winner got to have a photo taken with Stuart M!
Then came the best bit of the gig, Karen D! Giving her best comedy
impressions or was it impressions of comedy, dunno. Then B&S came on and
Stevie J told Karen D to Fuck The Shit, swearing sounds a lot nicer when
it's through a harmonica. Then near the end of the song Stuart M came out
to thunderous applause before playing Dirty Dream #2 (I think).
They played so many tunes, mixture of old and new and it was excellent! The
set was a little on the short side but then if you have to fit 3 gigs in one
night that's understandable, but they did come back for an ENCORE, Stuart M
did the best pun ever!
* Stuart M plays Amaj7, Emaj7(?), Amaj7, Emaj7
Stuart M: Oh man! That's Beautiful isn't it?
* Ken thinks to himself "hahahaha, see what you did there"
Before finding the best chords to play Judy And The Dream of Horses with.
According to someone at the crowd it was A and D.
\m/
After the gig people had split camps to go to either The Art School or A
House Near The Art School, and then it was time to retire to the humble
hotel, which is to be recommended and not only because of its alliteratory
brilliance. Sigh, missed out on "Casimo", of which I would have liked to
See More, But, it was nice to lie on the bed and watch the ceiling spinning
around.
My! This is the best night ever
SUN 18, May, 2003 - GLASGOW -> GLASGOW -> DUMFRIES -> LONDON
========================================================
Woke up at 9:15 thinking that I must have missed out on Breakfast (which is
an essential part of Bed n Breakfast - which is to be recommended, and not
only for its alliteratory brilliance), before I found that wahey on Sundays
breakfast is served til 10am. So after Breakfast it was time for more TV
watchage and then goodbye sayage to Mark C, David M, Mrs David M, Sally M
and Paul F, who of course I won't see again for a long time.
Then it was more crusin', and finding that the 13th Note is shut on such
unearthly hours of the Sunday Morning, and finding a coffee shop that is 1/2
Coffee Shop, 1/2 Internet Cafe and 1/3 Bank!!!! You do the maths. It was
excellent and they have Irn Bru there (made of girders!)
And then it was photo takage and findage of funny volkswagen and then
drivage and then car parkage and grand prix watchage and parking ticket
findage and walkage and then pub findage and then eatage! The Eatage part
was especially good, after getting the correct food, the tartar sauce was
excellent. At the pub we learnt that geezers are actually pure gallas.
And then it was a fun car journey home. After going through the curry
scented Dumfries, it was a rollercoaster ride thorugh the treacherous
weather along the M6, the clouds and the reflection of streetlights forming
two rainbows at the end of the road, it was quite disturbing to realise
later that the end of the rainbow is in fact Birmingham.
Later on the clouds behind us have cleared just as the sun was setting but
the clouds in front were dark and the storm is roaring, which made it very
strange that as I looked behind me it was bright and the sunset was
beautiful yet in front there is nothing but the funereal gloom that is the
road ahead. Kind of summed up by feeling at that particular time when I
thought about the wonderful weekend I'd had in comparison with the week of
unpromising work.
And then it was Ken Home, and then sleep. The best weekend ever.
MON 19, May, 2003 - London
======================
Monday morning (which isn't to be recommended despite its alliteratory
brilliance) wake up knowing that -- instead of going to have breakfast and
watching TV -- you have to go to work.
All that is left are memories, and photos.
------
So yeah that was my Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday and Monday, sorry it was
a bit on the long side. (ed: that's what you always say to the girls...)
If Thursday was called Jursday and Friday was called Iriday, then if you
list all the days from Jursday to Monday the initials will spell JISSM.
Haha.
I hope for health sake you have actually finished your poo by now.
Ken
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Hi kids,
Been a while? Not long enough.
So you pricks want some reporting back??? Well, I'm shoving it down your
throats anyway, and if you've got a problem with that, you can SUCK IT.
Everything has really already been covered in Juicy Lucy's, except me.
Bitch.
So the weekend began at the Winchester Club. Yeah, that was right good fun
it was! Drinking my beers, dancing with the birds, some dickless shits
getting stomped outside. FUCK YEAH I say!!!
Throughout the weekend I encountered oh so many personalities, but in
reality, I didn't. I will say that the man with the coolest name ever, the
man that can do everything, the most dahling american, her
boyfriendwhohashadhislifechangedsurelybylondoncallingthisweekendorhewillnotbemyfriendanymore,
that CHUD from down south who apparently ain't from down south (i owe you
ten, i'll pay you back HOWEVER you want), this italian dude, the most
beautiful girl in britain, a visitor who defines fox, a gentlemen who is a
totally different kind of fox, the girl with a nice ass who really loves the
dance floor, that kid from the north who is far too young to be smoking, a
bass player and his bird (who were MIA on saturday), the guy from the south
who has no hair and broken ribs (i wonder how?...SHEEIT), aberdeen folk that
don't recognize me, some guy from london who is just pants, that tall gent
whose name was not caught by yours truly (but a hell of a keeper), the quiet
man, the quiet girl, and shit...loads more. Lucy was absent in my version.
Saturday I rushed out to the pub, but rushed back home when I thought of
ways to fix my computer. After going back, we played a match of footie,
which i am PISH it. My leg is unhappy, but i was all "fuck you leg" and
ripped that shit up even more! It ain't football without the fuckin pain.
You gots to be H.A.F. to play that.
I only saw half the Delgados, but them mothafuckas was ON. I skipped that
mull shit to check out the local alcohol scene, and watched snake plissken
kick some mothafuckas ass, then the belles came on. That poncey basterd in
the fucking silver slacks man...that dude is the shit. They was good and
all, so I decided not to give him a right good beating for them trousers.
On any other day...
After that it was to the art school to get wasted and get laid, but neither
happened. Them bitches were too damn lame I thought, with their fucking
artsy fartsy shit. So i didn't dig that, and decided to give the birds a
rest. It was a choice man, don't give that look, or i'll batter ya!
That ended, and that was that. Yeah, it was cool and all. The funny
cartoons on the wall made my head spin, and I shot out of there in a blind
rage, fighting the fascists and small people. chicken donner kebabs is
where its at.
Okay, I'm done with that. Enjoy? I didn't think so. Shove it.
can you tell I'm just waiting for the final episode of buffy to finish
downloading?
-what was i thinking when i let go of you??????
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Good day, sinister. Don't you just love Parklife by
Blur? I know I do.
Today I woke up at 7:30. I had originally set my alarm
clock for 6:45, as I thought I may need to wash my
hair. When the alarm clock went off at 6:45, I got up,
checked my hair, checked to see if it was brushable
using a round brush, and realising that it was, I went
back to bed.
The alarm clock went off exactly 9 minutes later. Why
oh why do alarm clocks go off nine minutes later once
youÂ’ve hit snooze? WhatÂ’s wrong with a nice round 10?
Well, I decided I wasnÂ’t going to bother trying to
catch the early train, at 7:43, as I did that for the
whole of last week. Oh crazy life.
I realised, when I checked the clock on my mobile
phone, which my alarm clock is exactly ten minutes
fast. I must have set it that way some time ago; to
make sure I got up and out of bed at a reasonable time
in the mornings. I am terrible for sleeping in. I once
went away on a business trip, and stayed at a hotel. I
had set my clock, but I must have hit snooze, because
I got a call from reception telling me that my
colleagues were ready to leave for the meeting. I
rushed around, and ran down the high street,
eventually catching up with them. Nobody ever forgot
about that.
So I lay in bed some more, this morning, sleeping.
Sleeping is so much fun, donÂ’t you agree?
Then my alarm clock went off at 7:20. And I knew I
really had to get up. I had a quick shower, and then I
got dressed, and stood around my room trying to find
something suitable to wear. My white bra was in the
wash, so I couldnÂ’t wear my white shirt. Additionally,
as I have gained some weight recently, I felt too
self-conscious to put on my clean suit. It fitted
properly when I bought it a few years ago, but now
itÂ’s a little too snug, and shows my knickers line
beautifully. So I opted for my long brown cord skirt,
and a three-quarter length plum top, that is a bit
old, but still suitable for work.
I went to the kitchen. My mum was there, she was
considering going into town to do some shopping either
today or Thursday. As the weather looked promising
this morning – blue skies and sunshine – she decided
to go today.
She had kindly spread some flora onto two slices of
seeded bread for me, and made me some toast, with
strawberry jam on top. I usually make my toast with
only flora, as I cannot always be bothered dipping the
knife into the jam pot and risk having too much and
spilling it down my top. She hadnÂ’t made me a coffee
though, although the kettle was not long boiled. So I
poured some hot water onto the coffee granules in the
bottom of my belle and Sebastian mug, and added two
slim teaspoons of white sugar, and a splosh of milk.
I then made my sandwiches for lunch. I had some
lunchmeat, on each slice, and added some pre-washed
salad from a clear plastic bag. Then I chopped three
slices of red pepper and put that on top. Then I put
the slices together, and cut it in half, length ways.
Then I got a sandwich bag and put the sandwiches into
that.
Then I went to the living room, and ate my breakfast,
and discussed the birds with my mum. Not as in sex,
but as in, actual starling chicks. They have just left
their nest today, and were apparently out on the lawn
for the first time, picking up anything they saw and
checking if it was edible. One picked up a leaf;
another picked up a little mound of dirt and didnÂ’t
know what to do with it.
Then I went to my room, and put on my make up. After
that, I checked the dining room, and noticed that my
red t-shirt was clean, albeit un-ironed. But it wasnÂ’t
creased, so I changed my top, as I prefer my red
t-shirt.
Then I brushed my teeth, and then my hair, and located
my socks. Then I left the house and walked briskly to
the train station, as I was running late.
Ah well. Life, itÂ’s a crazy old thing. Things happen.
Men wear shiny trousers that make you look at their
crotches. Birds grow, flap their wings and pick up
leaves that they mistake for worms. Paint dries.
Wierd.
Love
Retro^
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I love Stuart Murdoch's Shiny Shiny Disco-Magic Tinfoil Love-Troosers.
That is all.
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