This was in the recently returned section of my local library at Kentish Town, which I joined at the weekend. Maybe I’ve led a sheltered life… I just had no idea…
Oddest book title
This is exactly the sort of thing that would go down well at the book club I'm sure.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The Book Club - Lowdown at the Albany
This weeks Book Club had a few more passing comedians jump up on stage, namely Sarah Kendall and Paul from the Trap. I haven't seen Sarah before, though I know she is one of the few female comics to be nominated for the Perrier in recent years. She seems like a very natural performer.
Martin covered the Backstreet Boy's Everybody (Backstreet's Back), Pulp's This is Hardcore, and Spark's This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both Of Us in his own imitible accordianing style.
Bennett Arron did what was at times a painful set of jokes. He still not the most confident of performers, which reflects negatively on his material.
Books from Robin Ince this week included another read from the British Massage Parlours Guide Vol. 3, written sometime in the 1970's and of course from a Mills and Boons. This week Diamond Stud, another early 80's classic, judging by it's cover.
And Live Boggle returned.
I think we might be addicted to this anarchic mixture of comedy... I get withdrawals when we don't go.
Martin covered the Backstreet Boy's Everybody (Backstreet's Back), Pulp's This is Hardcore, and Spark's This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both Of Us in his own imitible accordianing style.
Bennett Arron did what was at times a painful set of jokes. He still not the most confident of performers, which reflects negatively on his material.
Books from Robin Ince this week included another read from the British Massage Parlours Guide Vol. 3, written sometime in the 1970's and of course from a Mills and Boons. This week Diamond Stud, another early 80's classic, judging by it's cover.
And Live Boggle returned.
I think we might be addicted to this anarchic mixture of comedy... I get withdrawals when we don't go.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Perrier London Season - Dutch Elm Conservatoire in Conspiracy and Tim Minchin
Dutch Elm. I still love the sillyness of this show, and it's quotability. The great scene with the aliens hovering above a field of wheat, whilst a conspiracy theorsist questions them on what they are doing. Are they warnings of impending doom from our alien neighbours? No they're just intergaltic doodles from bored aliens, a bit like when you are on the telephone and you draw a moustache on the Thompsons Directory cat.
I love the Austrians who steal the Turin Shroud to clone Jesus, like they did in the film Jurassic Park. And once more Jesus will walk amongst us. Unfortunately it doesn't work and so the scientist comes out with a top hat, wand and a pack of cards pretending to do magic. Jesus the Derren Brown of his day.
Even the strained joke about the Evil Austrian masterminds name Herr Dryer is funny, as it gets repeated and repeated and repeated. "Herr Dryer."
(With a cockney accent) "Hairdrier."
"No not Hairdrier. Herr.... Dryer."
"Yeah, Hairdrier."
Repeat for 5 frustrating Austrian minutes.
Trust me it's funny. I still believe it'll be made into a TV series on one day.
Tim Minchin. I have already written a fairly scathing attack on Mr Munchkin. And had to then defend my point of view against a "friend of Tim's" amongst these pages. I was not alone in disliking his Edinburgh show, but then he had an equal amount of avid followers.
What was very interesting to see as the show was bought to London, is how much of the act had changed. Something I was a little disgruntled by, it has to be said. Afterall this was supposed to be a showcase for the acts as they were in Edinburgh, not a showcase for Mr Munchkins talents. Still I can't deny the show was better for dropping the prat-fall of the stage, and improving what I thought were stilted fill-in jokes in Edinburgh.
Everyone else managed to keep their shows the same, holding them up for what they were, Perrier nominated/winning shows. I'm not sure what makes Tim think he's different. Perhaps it shows he wasn't happy with the show as it stood either.
Still think Ben Folds does it better.
I love the Austrians who steal the Turin Shroud to clone Jesus, like they did in the film Jurassic Park. And once more Jesus will walk amongst us. Unfortunately it doesn't work and so the scientist comes out with a top hat, wand and a pack of cards pretending to do magic. Jesus the Derren Brown of his day.
Even the strained joke about the Evil Austrian masterminds name Herr Dryer is funny, as it gets repeated and repeated and repeated. "Herr Dryer."
(With a cockney accent) "Hairdrier."
"No not Hairdrier. Herr.... Dryer."
"Yeah, Hairdrier."
Repeat for 5 frustrating Austrian minutes.
Trust me it's funny. I still believe it'll be made into a TV series on one day.
Tim Minchin. I have already written a fairly scathing attack on Mr Munchkin. And had to then defend my point of view against a "friend of Tim's" amongst these pages. I was not alone in disliking his Edinburgh show, but then he had an equal amount of avid followers.
What was very interesting to see as the show was bought to London, is how much of the act had changed. Something I was a little disgruntled by, it has to be said. Afterall this was supposed to be a showcase for the acts as they were in Edinburgh, not a showcase for Mr Munchkins talents. Still I can't deny the show was better for dropping the prat-fall of the stage, and improving what I thought were stilted fill-in jokes in Edinburgh.
Everyone else managed to keep their shows the same, holding them up for what they were, Perrier nominated/winning shows. I'm not sure what makes Tim think he's different. Perhaps it shows he wasn't happy with the show as it stood either.
Still think Ben Folds does it better.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Dr Who
Well it's the mad season, where I get stressed, irritable, and down due to it being Xmas in the mail order world. Not even having time to pop in here and update to say I'm tired and pissed off with it all. Still just read about this: Sexed up Dr Who and couldn't resist writing it up on here.
Doctor Who's steamy spin-off
An adults-only 'Doctor Who' spin-off show is being made.
'Torchwood', an anagram of 'Doctor Who', will follow the adventures of the Timelord's bisexual side-kick from the last series Captain Jack Harkness, played by John Barrowman.
The programme is set to hit screens next summer and will contain sex scenes as well as more adult-themed storylines although it is not yet known whether the new Doctor, played by David Tennant, will feature in any episodes.
A BBC insider revealed: "This will be a million miles away from the Saturday night adventures of the Doctor.
"There will be sex scenes galore. It's going to be graphic."
Barrowman, 38, admits he is thrilled about the show and can't wait to start working with 'Doctor Who' writer Russell T Davies, who will pen the new series.
He said: "'Torchwood' is going to be a dark, wild and sexy roller-coaster ride. I can't wait to explore Captain Jack even more."
Can't help feeling screw it being an anagram, wouldn't Touchwood have been better?!!
P.S. I promise to pop back in here and update these pages with all my recent gigs etc soon.
Doctor Who's steamy spin-off
An adults-only 'Doctor Who' spin-off show is being made.
'Torchwood', an anagram of 'Doctor Who', will follow the adventures of the Timelord's bisexual side-kick from the last series Captain Jack Harkness, played by John Barrowman.
The programme is set to hit screens next summer and will contain sex scenes as well as more adult-themed storylines although it is not yet known whether the new Doctor, played by David Tennant, will feature in any episodes.
A BBC insider revealed: "This will be a million miles away from the Saturday night adventures of the Doctor.
"There will be sex scenes galore. It's going to be graphic."
Barrowman, 38, admits he is thrilled about the show and can't wait to start working with 'Doctor Who' writer Russell T Davies, who will pen the new series.
He said: "'Torchwood' is going to be a dark, wild and sexy roller-coaster ride. I can't wait to explore Captain Jack even more."
Can't help feeling screw it being an anagram, wouldn't Touchwood have been better?!!
P.S. I promise to pop back in here and update these pages with all my recent gigs etc soon.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Perrier London Season - Laura Solon and Jason Manford
Jason Manford
Previously I have written the words “The new Peter Kay. Supposedly.” His hour is still a pleasant one. It was nice to see him interact with such a large audience and make it feel almost instantly like we were just in a tiny comedy club, and we were all his friends. It is only a matter of time before we start to see Jason’s beaming face hosting every Channel 4 quiz show ousting Jimmy Carr.
Laura Solon
This was the show that I most wanted to see transfer from Edinburgh to London. From tiny backroom of a pub to a West End Theatre. With only a few changes to the running order of the 8 different characters to allow for easier costume changes, it was pretty much the same. It felt good to hear the entire London audience finding the same jokes funny. “My husband left me. I knew it wouldn’t work out, cos I am a Carpricorn, where as he is a cunt.”
Go and catch her at the Soho Theatre
Previously I have written the words “The new Peter Kay. Supposedly.” His hour is still a pleasant one. It was nice to see him interact with such a large audience and make it feel almost instantly like we were just in a tiny comedy club, and we were all his friends. It is only a matter of time before we start to see Jason’s beaming face hosting every Channel 4 quiz show ousting Jimmy Carr.
Laura Solon
This was the show that I most wanted to see transfer from Edinburgh to London. From tiny backroom of a pub to a West End Theatre. With only a few changes to the running order of the 8 different characters to allow for easier costume changes, it was pretty much the same. It felt good to hear the entire London audience finding the same jokes funny. “My husband left me. I knew it wouldn’t work out, cos I am a Carpricorn, where as he is a cunt.”
Go and catch her at the Soho Theatre
Thursday, October 13, 2005
The Book Club - Lowdown at the Albany
The Book Club is now on twice a month. Host Robin Ince is as ever trying to keep together the ram shackle band of comedians, making sure they get on and off stage with some sense of timing. Trying to keep order as the evening progresses, and more and more alcohol's consumed. By 11 there is slight chaos something we are coming to love them for.
Tonight’s show isn't as packed out as the other week after the Guardian wrote up a preview on it. But I think the drop in numbers has more to do with the extra table at the back for Ricky Gervias and friends to sit at, and the turning away of a lot of people on the door.
Robin’s reads this week were from Don Estelle’s biography. Don't take property advice from him. A final reading from Diamond Stud, possibly the best Mills and Boons novel, ever. She is still trapped in a lighthouse with a man she doesn't get on with. Will they ever see eye to eye....
And a rather disturbing reading from the Krankies biography. The book is available for £2.99 in The Works. All I can say is don't part with your money. They're anti-semitic and racist. Who would have thought it. And Ian “Krankie” likes to get into fights. Blimey.
Tonight sees a stream of guest comedians turning up with their favourite books.
Natalie Haynes arrives with her arms full of the Diagnosis Murder Series. Yes that Dick Van Dyke TV series has its own series of books, complete with Mr Van Dyke's picture on the front. It has to be said that the plot to the one she read out is fantastic, and completely mad. A woman dressed as a mermaid is washed up on the beach. They think she's been killed by a shark, before the Van Dykes (Father and son) work out that she was actually killed by someone dressed in a sharks costume. Oh yes. That is a genius plot for a book or TV programme, you have to admit.
Chris Neill, not my favourite comedian in the world, bought along Page 3 model Jodie Marsh's biography and proceeded to read out a horrific story of her having sex in the back of a taxi. It was hilarious, though I’m not sure Jodie meant it to be. We should be lucky he didn’t read from the story about her rimming some band like Busted or Blue apparently……
Scott Capurro did a stint concerning the correct amount to tip taxis, do you, don’t you?
Martin played some great tunes on the accordian. First up Toxic by Britney. Sounding suspiciously like Bob Dylan in places as he couldn't quite reach the notes. Then he did the Power of Love in the second section. And finished the third part of the evening off with an Auteurs track for the indie kids.
But the highlight has to have been the Chat True Story re-enactment. Chav stories from hell. With the title “Bitten off more than I could chew.” It could have gone so many ways! The story involved two best friends going out drinking one night. The next morning one wakes up to find herself covered in blood with no recollection of the evening. She remembers them accepting drinks from a man and thinking we might get raped. She thinks that maybe she was in a fight defending her best friend. The story proceeds, with various comedians acting out the roles of best friends, boyfriends, policemen etc. It unravels that she got off her head and bit a chunk out of her friend’s cheek and ends up in jail for Grevious Bodily Harm. The story ends with her friend still not speaking to her, saying she’s psycho.
Classic book club material. Classic book club night.
Tonight’s show isn't as packed out as the other week after the Guardian wrote up a preview on it. But I think the drop in numbers has more to do with the extra table at the back for Ricky Gervias and friends to sit at, and the turning away of a lot of people on the door.
Robin’s reads this week were from Don Estelle’s biography. Don't take property advice from him. A final reading from Diamond Stud, possibly the best Mills and Boons novel, ever. She is still trapped in a lighthouse with a man she doesn't get on with. Will they ever see eye to eye....
And a rather disturbing reading from the Krankies biography. The book is available for £2.99 in The Works. All I can say is don't part with your money. They're anti-semitic and racist. Who would have thought it. And Ian “Krankie” likes to get into fights. Blimey.
Tonight sees a stream of guest comedians turning up with their favourite books.
Natalie Haynes arrives with her arms full of the Diagnosis Murder Series. Yes that Dick Van Dyke TV series has its own series of books, complete with Mr Van Dyke's picture on the front. It has to be said that the plot to the one she read out is fantastic, and completely mad. A woman dressed as a mermaid is washed up on the beach. They think she's been killed by a shark, before the Van Dykes (Father and son) work out that she was actually killed by someone dressed in a sharks costume. Oh yes. That is a genius plot for a book or TV programme, you have to admit.
Chris Neill, not my favourite comedian in the world, bought along Page 3 model Jodie Marsh's biography and proceeded to read out a horrific story of her having sex in the back of a taxi. It was hilarious, though I’m not sure Jodie meant it to be. We should be lucky he didn’t read from the story about her rimming some band like Busted or Blue apparently……
Scott Capurro did a stint concerning the correct amount to tip taxis, do you, don’t you?
Martin played some great tunes on the accordian. First up Toxic by Britney. Sounding suspiciously like Bob Dylan in places as he couldn't quite reach the notes. Then he did the Power of Love in the second section. And finished the third part of the evening off with an Auteurs track for the indie kids.
But the highlight has to have been the Chat True Story re-enactment. Chav stories from hell. With the title “Bitten off more than I could chew.” It could have gone so many ways! The story involved two best friends going out drinking one night. The next morning one wakes up to find herself covered in blood with no recollection of the evening. She remembers them accepting drinks from a man and thinking we might get raped. She thinks that maybe she was in a fight defending her best friend. The story proceeds, with various comedians acting out the roles of best friends, boyfriends, policemen etc. It unravels that she got off her head and bit a chunk out of her friend’s cheek and ends up in jail for Grevious Bodily Harm. The story ends with her friend still not speaking to her, saying she’s psycho.
Classic book club material. Classic book club night.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Perrier London Season - Jeremy Lion and Chris Addison - Lyric Theatre - 9th October
Jeremy Lion - What's the Time Mr Lion?
I found myself giggling all the way through Jeremy's show. Not because it was funny, but having seen the show twice before and not enjoying it, it's now become something in my mind so bad it's good. I think from now on we will always have a love/hate relationship. At least this time I didn't have to care it was a perrier contender. I also didn't have some mad bitch next to me making comments about me and the fact I wasn't laughing like I did last time. Caz was sat next to me instead. The first time she's got to see the show and although she'd had a fair amount to drink beforehand neither of us could get to that level drunkenness.
The whisky moment is still the highlight of the show, as the Jeremy, the alcoholic kid's entertainer finds hidden bottles amongst the stage props and then hands them out in a game of pass the parcel without the music. There is a nice moment when he comes down into the audience and finds one above the Stall doors exit sign. And one is planted up in the balcony underneath a chair Row C seat 3. Being in Row G it was touch or go as to whether any of the bottles would make it back as far as us. Many bottles mysteriously vanished into peoples bags when the show was in Edinburgh. But we managed to just get a final nip each from one bottle. Oh well.
Chris Addison - Atomicity Ah little Chris-sy Addison. He was robbed. What can I say. I tried.
Chris manages to look 10 years younger than his 33 years for his role in The Thick Of It. Playing Ollie Reader, he's a put upon civil servant usually charged with getting Chris Langham's character Hugh Abbot MP out of the shit. But being young and fresh out of university, Ollie is naive and somewhat struggling to catch up and fit in with governmental life and their mannerisms.
On stage Chris Addison still manages to appear young through his childlike enthusiasm about his subject atoms. Actually a real child wouldn't probably get as excited about it, or at least we didn't when we were at school. That coupled with the odd giggle, chuckle and cheeky grin, you can't help but get swept along by him. An hour soon passes. And I certainly don't remember science lessons going like that at school.
I found myself giggling all the way through Jeremy's show. Not because it was funny, but having seen the show twice before and not enjoying it, it's now become something in my mind so bad it's good. I think from now on we will always have a love/hate relationship. At least this time I didn't have to care it was a perrier contender. I also didn't have some mad bitch next to me making comments about me and the fact I wasn't laughing like I did last time. Caz was sat next to me instead. The first time she's got to see the show and although she'd had a fair amount to drink beforehand neither of us could get to that level drunkenness.
The whisky moment is still the highlight of the show, as the Jeremy, the alcoholic kid's entertainer finds hidden bottles amongst the stage props and then hands them out in a game of pass the parcel without the music. There is a nice moment when he comes down into the audience and finds one above the Stall doors exit sign. And one is planted up in the balcony underneath a chair Row C seat 3. Being in Row G it was touch or go as to whether any of the bottles would make it back as far as us. Many bottles mysteriously vanished into peoples bags when the show was in Edinburgh. But we managed to just get a final nip each from one bottle. Oh well.
Chris Addison - Atomicity Ah little Chris-sy Addison. He was robbed. What can I say. I tried.
Chris manages to look 10 years younger than his 33 years for his role in The Thick Of It. Playing Ollie Reader, he's a put upon civil servant usually charged with getting Chris Langham's character Hugh Abbot MP out of the shit. But being young and fresh out of university, Ollie is naive and somewhat struggling to catch up and fit in with governmental life and their mannerisms.
On stage Chris Addison still manages to appear young through his childlike enthusiasm about his subject atoms. Actually a real child wouldn't probably get as excited about it, or at least we didn't when we were at school. That coupled with the odd giggle, chuckle and cheeky grin, you can't help but get swept along by him. An hour soon passes. And I certainly don't remember science lessons going like that at school.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Noel Fielding, Simon Munnery and Lee Nelson - Monkey Business Comedy Club - 8th October
There were over 1200 email requests for tickets for this show. The venue is above Lush in Camden. A tiny place, normally with a few tables and chairs it doesn't fit many. Tonight, to maximise space, the tables are removed, chairs moved into tiny rows at the front and the back half of the place left as standing space.
We arrived 10 minutes after the doors opened, a good hour before the show was due to start, to find all the seats taken. We did however manage to get a spot against a wall on one side with a reasonable view.
Simon Brodkin was on first as the chav Lee Nelson. It's a joke which to be honest I think has had it's day. Oh Chav's are sooo funny. They wear caps, and burberry, and have kids when their teenagers etc etc etc. Hilarious. That and the fact it wears a little thin after the first 5 minutes. There was the occasional good dealing of heckles and interaction with the audience, which made me think Brodkin might still turn out to be a good comedian. He just needs to come up with a new character.
Simon Munnery was on good form. Last time I saw him was at Edinburgh at Late 'n' Live. Pissed, with his arm in plaster, he wasn't exactly coherent and he died somewhat on stage.
Tonight he showed that he is the genius we all know he is, though his set was sprinkled with all the old favourites. Like when he came second in a school poetry competition and won a box of paints. "It sends out an interesting message to a child. Well done but give up."
Lastly, the reason we were all there. Noel Fielding. One half of the Boosh. Mad as a hatter. He did several routines I've seen before like the one about a fly buzzing around, and if you're writing a novel and your disturbed easily by a fly, then maybe you don't have a novel in you.
The room was roasting, holding 120 people, instead of the normal 60 or so. Getting to the bar was a struggle even though we weren't more than a couple of metres from it, that's how packed it was. Noel made a few references to Martin, the guy who manages the night, and his over packing the room. Stuff like, Martin I've finished my drink, you might be able to squeeze another couple of people in the glass.
The fact the stage was shrunk to the size of a postage stamp, so that more people could be crammed in, meant that Noel's usual madcap moving about couldn't really happen. Which is a shame, but on a positive note meant I got some clearer pictures than I did at Edinburgh, where they came out all blurry.
I've read that the show we saw was better than the night befores, which had loud hecklers throughout. A few people seem to have gone to both shows. At a tenner a go we couldn't really afford to do that.
We arrived 10 minutes after the doors opened, a good hour before the show was due to start, to find all the seats taken. We did however manage to get a spot against a wall on one side with a reasonable view.
Simon Brodkin was on first as the chav Lee Nelson. It's a joke which to be honest I think has had it's day. Oh Chav's are sooo funny. They wear caps, and burberry, and have kids when their teenagers etc etc etc. Hilarious. That and the fact it wears a little thin after the first 5 minutes. There was the occasional good dealing of heckles and interaction with the audience, which made me think Brodkin might still turn out to be a good comedian. He just needs to come up with a new character.
Simon Munnery was on good form. Last time I saw him was at Edinburgh at Late 'n' Live. Pissed, with his arm in plaster, he wasn't exactly coherent and he died somewhat on stage.
Tonight he showed that he is the genius we all know he is, though his set was sprinkled with all the old favourites. Like when he came second in a school poetry competition and won a box of paints. "It sends out an interesting message to a child. Well done but give up."
Lastly, the reason we were all there. Noel Fielding. One half of the Boosh. Mad as a hatter. He did several routines I've seen before like the one about a fly buzzing around, and if you're writing a novel and your disturbed easily by a fly, then maybe you don't have a novel in you.
The room was roasting, holding 120 people, instead of the normal 60 or so. Getting to the bar was a struggle even though we weren't more than a couple of metres from it, that's how packed it was. Noel made a few references to Martin, the guy who manages the night, and his over packing the room. Stuff like, Martin I've finished my drink, you might be able to squeeze another couple of people in the glass.
The fact the stage was shrunk to the size of a postage stamp, so that more people could be crammed in, meant that Noel's usual madcap moving about couldn't really happen. Which is a shame, but on a positive note meant I got some clearer pictures than I did at Edinburgh, where they came out all blurry.
I've read that the show we saw was better than the night befores, which had loud hecklers throughout. A few people seem to have gone to both shows. At a tenner a go we couldn't really afford to do that.
One fan at the front had handcrafted a very strange Noel teddy bear, complete with jacket and mullety hair, that spent most of the night propped up on the mic stand next to Noel.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
The Rakes - Koko - 7th October
We went to a the NME night at Koko courtesy of Lucy and her connections. We were told that there were over 300 people on the guest list. We some how managed to wangle VIP wristbands. Though they didn’t actually entitle us to anything more than a paper wristband it seems. After wandering around all the levels trying to find some secret room and coming up against clueless bouncer after clueless bouncer, we gave up finding out what it was for.
So Me, Caz, Lucy and Richard watched The Rakes from the ground floor, just about getting a good view. I was pleasantly surprised by them. I'm thinking I will have to buy their album. I can see them being another Franz Ferdinand, Bloc Party or Kaiser Chiefs and suddenly taking off and selling shit loads of albums.
Lucy has a thing for Alan the singer, I don't see it myself. Wiry looking fellow.
Mad dancing. Reminiscent of Ian Curtis, or that long forgotten band Terris. And you know what they say, you can tell a lot about somebodies love-making skills by the way they dance. I'm thinking he might be a bit of liability!
Lucy was given a tip off that the encore of 22 Grand Job might be a bit special. Cue us hoping for various bands invading. But there was no sign of Kele or Maximo Park, instead we got choreographed dancing women dressed as sexy secretaries.
Oh well. A good evening, rounded off with a few drinks in Quinn's. Not very rock 'n' roll I know. But if we could have found that mysterious VIP bar then maybe we wouldn't have left.
So Me, Caz, Lucy and Richard watched The Rakes from the ground floor, just about getting a good view. I was pleasantly surprised by them. I'm thinking I will have to buy their album. I can see them being another Franz Ferdinand, Bloc Party or Kaiser Chiefs and suddenly taking off and selling shit loads of albums.
Lucy has a thing for Alan the singer, I don't see it myself. Wiry looking fellow.
Mad dancing. Reminiscent of Ian Curtis, or that long forgotten band Terris. And you know what they say, you can tell a lot about somebodies love-making skills by the way they dance. I'm thinking he might be a bit of liability!
Lucy was given a tip off that the encore of 22 Grand Job might be a bit special. Cue us hoping for various bands invading. But there was no sign of Kele or Maximo Park, instead we got choreographed dancing women dressed as sexy secretaries.
Oh well. A good evening, rounded off with a few drinks in Quinn's. Not very rock 'n' roll I know. But if we could have found that mysterious VIP bar then maybe we wouldn't have left.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Humanist Funerals
A friend of mine recently went to his first Humanist Funeral and the whole idea of a humanist funeral got me thinking.
What 5 songs would I have played at my funeral? Several drinks in the pub later and I have. (With a little assistance.)
1 Boy with an Arab Strap by Belle and Sebastian - A twee, jolly little opener, which is rude.
2 Suspicious Minds by Elvis - Just a great song. I know there are millions of great songs, but I've chosen this one, because I can.
3 Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying by Belle and Sebastian - Two B&S songs, only because I couldn't choose between them, then realised I could have both.
4 The Man don't give a Fuck by the Super Furries - just because it's got the word fuck in it.
5 New York New York by Frank Sinatra - A song to remind everyone of me. Everyone will be required to get up and leg kick along.
What 5 songs would you choose? Remember "there is no God" so swearing is allowed. :-)
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Mark Thomas and the Firesign Theatre - 3rd October
Mark Thomas and The Firesign Theatre
We went to a free BBC radio recording at the The Comedy Store. It was worth it if only for the 30 minutes of Mark Thomas warming us up. As per usual I learnt quite a lot from that 30 minutes. Information I will no doubt bring up in future conversations. I'm always looking for clever arguments against the Government ID cards. When you think about it, how hard would it be for a suicide bomber, who has just obtained a pile of explosives, to get false ID. Mmmmm.
The Firesign Theatre were an odd bunch. Something of a cult by all accounts. They've been called the "The Beatles of Comedy." They've been going since the 60's, making surreal comedy albums which combined rock music, hippy culture, and detective drama from the golden age of radio. And to be honest even though me, Caz and Dave bought two 4 pint Pitchers of Fosters at happy hour prices, it wasn't really all that funny.
It's always interesting to see old styles of comedy, but on this occasion it was disappointing.
We went to a free BBC radio recording at the The Comedy Store. It was worth it if only for the 30 minutes of Mark Thomas warming us up. As per usual I learnt quite a lot from that 30 minutes. Information I will no doubt bring up in future conversations. I'm always looking for clever arguments against the Government ID cards. When you think about it, how hard would it be for a suicide bomber, who has just obtained a pile of explosives, to get false ID. Mmmmm.
The Firesign Theatre were an odd bunch. Something of a cult by all accounts. They've been called the "The Beatles of Comedy." They've been going since the 60's, making surreal comedy albums which combined rock music, hippy culture, and detective drama from the golden age of radio. And to be honest even though me, Caz and Dave bought two 4 pint Pitchers of Fosters at happy hour prices, it wasn't really all that funny.
It's always interesting to see old styles of comedy, but on this occasion it was disappointing.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Offbeat and the Rescue Rooms
Offbeat - Sheffield - 30th September
Rescue Rooms - Nottingham - 1st October
Well, I've only just found the time to write about my weekend. Busy week at work and all that. Had a great weekend visiting Lucy and Richie and seeing all the other guys up 'int' Sheffield and Nottingham. Finally been to the infamous Offbeat, and realise that it is probably the best indie club in the country. I was apparently quite drunk. I've a feeling that has something to do with the copious amount of beer, Jägermeister, and Apple Sours. And loved the Rescue Rooms. Shall definitely have to come back up to see Lucy and Wes DJ.
Thankfully the hangover on Saturday passed without incident, after gulping down 2 nurofen at 10 o'clock. And the great Roast Dinner on Sunday certainly has to be the greatest hangover cure of all time.Thanks to all that made us feel welcome
Rescue Rooms - Nottingham - 1st October
Well, I've only just found the time to write about my weekend. Busy week at work and all that. Had a great weekend visiting Lucy and Richie and seeing all the other guys up 'int' Sheffield and Nottingham. Finally been to the infamous Offbeat, and realise that it is probably the best indie club in the country. I was apparently quite drunk. I've a feeling that has something to do with the copious amount of beer, Jägermeister, and Apple Sours. And loved the Rescue Rooms. Shall definitely have to come back up to see Lucy and Wes DJ.
Thankfully the hangover on Saturday passed without incident, after gulping down 2 nurofen at 10 o'clock. And the great Roast Dinner on Sunday certainly has to be the greatest hangover cure of all time.Thanks to all that made us feel welcome
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