( Getting Stuff Done )
( Getting Stuff Done )
Having failed to really consider what time pubs might open, we arrived at the Pembury just as its shutters were going up. I can now report it has a large array of handpumps selling excellent beer (and some cider, quality untested by me), serves good food from an interesting menu, has lovely graffiti on the walls and has a bar billiards table in quite unusually excellent nick. We drank, ate, and played bar billiards before scampering off to see bands. The posters on the wall advertise that it has a chess club, and zenithed tells me it's also board game-friendly. If anyone is in touch with TimePlease, tell him he was right, and it's a bloomin' excellent pub.
The Shacklewell Arms is slightly less excellent, but does have a moderately sized, muralled and only faintly damp "Dance Hall" at the back. And in it, we saw a number of bands which I will memorialise with mild brevity...
( Here )
We didn't quite manage that, but it was a creditable attempt:
( January: Strangers on a Train, Gielgud Theatre )
( February: Shadowlands, Questors )
( (March: Let the Right One In, Apollo Theatre) )
( April: The Balcony, Questors )
( May: The Drowned Man, a disused building near Paddington )
( June: Squirrels/The After Dinner Joke, Orange Tree Theatre )
( October: NSFW, Questors )
( November: Futures/I Am The Walrus, Questors )
( December: The Mousetrap, St Martin's Theatre )
[*] Snooker, obviously.
[**] By contrast, I made it to the cinema a whole one other time during the year. Or three times in total if I count the work jolly to Secret Cinema.
Anyway, despite feeling moderately ghastly, I headed off to a gig on Friday night.
( The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing @ The Garage )
On Saturday, I braved hell and (almost listerally) hight water to get over to bateleur's house for a spot of role-playing. (NB. If you're one of the people playing in subsequent versions of this, it's safe to read this as it contains no details of the game.)
( Call of Cthulu )
And, to tie the two nicely together, we have TMTTNBBFN performing Margate Fhtagn:
Anyone interested can watch the "band sampler" released on YouTube before the event here.
( Friday )
( Saturday )
( Sunday )
And that's it. April next year is the 21st anniversary, and is a double-length affair featuring four nights of bands. All you lot who don't do that kind of WGW thing any more, why don't you think about it? It'd be nice to see you :)
Testing, testing...( New LJ Android app )
Additional: client decidedly flaky without signal/wi-fi. Obviously I don't expect it to download posts then, but it'd be nice if the error pop-up didn't go all woogly and prevent interaction once we're back in internet land.
Additional additional: notifications only work for comments on your own posts, not replies to comments you've made elsewhere. If this is controlled by a setting, I can't find it. The navigation is quite awkward. If I click on the notification of a comment, I'd like to go to that comment, not the post it was made on (and then have to lead the comments separately).
Book 18 (as recommended by Tony): ( Persuasion by Jane Austen )
Book 19 (as recommended by undyingking): ( Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter by Mario Vargas Llosa )
Book 20 (as recommended by valkyriekaren: ( The Passage by Justin Cronin )
The basic premise of this is that you get paired up with somebody, you buy an album priced at a penny on Amazon Marketplace, and you send it off with your recommendations to your somebody. A nice idea, don't you think?
Obviously, the idea is that you recommend an album you enjoy. Now, it doesn't make sense for ChrisC to recommend albums to me. If he likes an album, then he owns a copy, and thus I have access to it already. He expressed his intention of buying a 1p album on a whim and sending it to me.
Which, by the time an anonymous padded envelope turned up containing a CD, I'd forgotten. However! Here is my review...
( The Boy Least Likely To - The Best Party Ever )
If anyone fancies a 1p album-swap with me, drop a comment in the usual manner :-)
( Rancid / Cock Sparrer @ Kentish Town Forum )
And now I just have to worry about how the spat I had with a Kentish Town cashpoint is going to be resolved. It debited the money from my account, but didn't actually give me any cash. Ringing my bank on Sunday, they took some details and said the money would be credited back to my account in 24-48 hours. Which is nearly up, and it's not back yet :(
( Ben Folds Five @ Brixton Academy )
As an aside: if anyone is reading who doesn't consider themselves a fan of Ben Folds or his Five, can they tell me whether they know any songs by him/them? Ben Folds' singles have rarely charted, which makes it tricky to know which songs, if any, are "known".
(This is not true, of course. I left it behind by mistake. I'm not quite sure how far away from London I'd have to be before I decided it wasn't worth going back for my phone, but can provide as a data-point that north of Coventry is too far.)
( Friday )
( Saturday )
( Sunday )
I'm pretty sure that Hallowe'en didn't used to be such big news. My cub pack always had a Hallowe'en party, and dressing up usually involved being either a sheet-ghost or a binbag-witch. I certainly don't remember the bought costumes that most of last night's micro-horrors were sporting. And we had to make our lanterns out of turnips which - if you've never done it - is bloody hard work. Also, get up several hours before we went to bed, etc. Does anyone bob for apples these days? Or is it all about the trick-or-treating? Round Hallowe'en we used to get people (either in costume, or with lanterns) calling at the door asking for "a penny for Hallowe'en". There was no option of a trick.
( Nosferatu @ St Barnabas' Church, Pitshanger Lane )
ChrisC, it turns out, does much the same thing with competitions to win gig tickets. And last week, one of them finally came up trumps.
( Veronica Falls @ 100 Club )
Anyone who did not enjoy The Da Vinci Code should take themselves along to the Radio 4 website and listen to the first six minutes or so of Front Row.
Once they've got over the introductory bits, they launch into a review of The Lost Symbol, Dan Brown's latest. At least, they would if they could stop giggling long enough.
People who enjoy levelling accusations of intellectual snobbery at Radio 4 arts programmes will no doubt do so, but it made me laugh.