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This excites me. Not because I'm on GNER (which I don't do a lot) but because it has Free WiFi. And even better than that, it seems to be working.

To be honest I've had enough of trains already though. The first of the day was the 0610 to London; this is the 1100 from London and I'll get to Hartlepool about 1530 this afternoon after seeing parts of the country I only ever heard about as rumours. Then tomorrow I sped about 4 hours getting back to Nottingham.

This is, I fear, the highlight of my day.

Le weekend

Oct. 29th, 2007 06:48 am
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Was mainly spent catching up. I've had a busy time and I've a busy time ahead of me. At least, with the exception of Infest and WGT (just small bodies of work then!) I'm up to date with photos and will be leaking them via LJ over the next week or so.

Beyond that, I think I'm back on LJ. Hello old friend. You've missed a lot. If not births and deaths there has been a marriage.

Photos )
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This week has been one of endings – though not of life, pets, hobbies, computers or even phones; but of television. The end of Rome (forever) and BSG (series 3) leave a hole in my viewing schedule that is unlikely to be filled by Lost (getting a bit rubbish) but may be by Heroes (which has taken 6 weeks off while they celebrate having a whole series and desperately try and write some more story).

Rome seemed to go out with a little bit of a whimper – mainly due to my knowledge that it is not going to get another series. That’s a shame because although it’s a bit odd in places and Series 2 has not been as exciting as Series 1 (we’d seen it all before tbh, and even the abundance of orgies didn’t excite) – it was worth watching.. If for not other reason than it reminded me about Odyssey.

BSG was an odd beast. Old friends returned as expected and the missing Cylons appeared to (maybe but lets not get carried away) be uncovered. The court scenes were tremendous though – brilliantly done and worth watching for the “let’s catalogue the plot holes in the series to date and use them rather than do like every other TV show would and ignore them” speech. I wasn’t sure about the end of the last series and that turned into something very powerful, so I suppose I should have faith.

Perhaps one of the reasons I don’t is last weekend. A visit to Preston coincided with Matt crewing Vikings so I packed a shirt, some woollen trousers and a couple of stabbing implements and went with him. On paper it sounded reasonably fun – a chance for some relatively relaxed roleplaying (try saying that when you’re drunk). However despite some highlights it suffered for reasons both in and out of the organisers control and basically overall didn't impress me. I like to think it wasn’t just because my shoulders aren’t used to chain mail for extended periods. Mind you, elsewhere people are raving about it, so perhaps my “good” and other people’s “good” is a completely different thing and I should stop moaning.

Of course it’s likely I’ll never get invited back there now, after having committed the cardinal sin of criticism.

One surprising discovery, visible from the motorway, was the 52nd Mormon Temple near Chorley. It’s a very impressive building – a classical cathedral style, simplified, that looks like it’s made of concrete. I’d love to get a closer look but you need a letter from your bishop to do so and I’m not sure I know any who are the “right kind”.

Today I’m in London, enjoying the benefits of a little laptop with decent battery life. Except I can only see out of one eye due to a dodgy contact lens so focussing is especially tough. To add insult to injury I didn’t get any Brown Sauce with my veggie sausage sandwich earlier and this evening’s train is “old-style” so might not even have any catering. I was down for a sustainability conference. My organisation now has an active policy in this area which should allow me to claim carbon footprint reasons for working from home… in my dreams at least.

This evening I will post this journal entry and share some pictures, before doing a bit of freelance work. What a life eh!

Next financial year I hope to spend £5k on a new laptop and camera. It will both make me a better photographer and allow me to carry two phones and two laptops around with me. I will then write long epic livejournal entries on the train and maintain a pretty reasonable policy of not abusing work’s laptop too much. Now all I have to do is find the £5k before claiming some of it back from the taxman.

Which reminds me, I’ve just been playing with Adobe Lightroom and I like it. I possibly even like it enough to buy it. It runs, does what I want and while it isn’t as good a UI as Potatoshop it is pretty much there.

And I’ve booked some more skiing. Dark City be damned.
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Of course it's actually many weeks since Christmas but now I've fought my way through the work-slog, the London-slog and the alcohol induced haze from last night I need to take advantage of my last day of work and the associated very little to do to crack on with my rather long list of personal activities.

Christmas passed me by wonderfully. My best of intentions fell at the first hurdle and spending Christmas Day mucking about up a mountain on a pair of planks proved to be a lot more fun that eating too many Quality Street and fumbling through conversations with relatives. Despite the terrible snow warnings where I was (Zermatt) was reasonably adequate. The upper pistes were in pretty good nick and the lower pistes interestingly hard and/or bare. A little off-piste was possible in Cervinia and my only face-plant was without long term injury to anything other than my pride. Christmas in the mountains is lovely - simply because everything still opens, people don't make a fuss and just carry on as usual.

I do like skiing - it really might keep me away from Dark City this year. But I'm not sure.

New Years Eve I spent with an amount of fine company at the Custard Factory in Brum. It was an interesting experience - I nearly got in a fight; I spent a lot of time listening to FC Kahuna and was surprised by the friendliness of people on drugs. I never get indiscriminate smiles normally... I was mildly amused by people coming up to me asking if I was ok when just standing still. Something about K-holes apparently, so the kids in the know say. Home about 5:45am felt very reasonable.

I do miss a good goth club though.

The last couple of weeks have been a little busy at work, which has been nice. The last two days in London have been mostly as waste of time but it's been sensible to update some of my contacts on what I'm doing next, and better still have some of them say "You should do well at that" when I'm frankly a bit terrified of what I'll be expected to do. Turn the blag to 11...

On Wednesday night I saw 586, Bolt Action 5, White Light Parade and David Ryder Prangley and The Witches at the Purple Turtle. Good lord - I feel cheated and it was only £5 to get in. Respectively they were "she can sing, he can't; mediocre idea, mediocre execution" "jumping around doesn't compensate for lack of musical talent, though they had moments" "competent indie guitar" and "whine whine whine; sure you're not a goth?". Still, company and food were pleasant. Last night I had tapas which was frankly rubbish for a vegetarian and I can still feel every glass of the wine. I abandoned my hotel at 6:30 to come back.

Resonance Live was much better.

Media wise I'm finally reading The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever after trying once as an early teen and giving up. He doesn't make his life easy... reminds me of so many people I know and indeed myself in the way that most (fantasy) literary characters don't. I've also watched The 4400 which was good. Reminded me of the investigatory style of our group in [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis's Call of Cthulhu game. Except the investigators in the series seem much more capable.

Photography is kinda good - in the sense I'm happy with the results - despite the fact this is silly season and I'm not taking much. Anyone want to share the costs of hiring studio space in Brum? £25 per week for the "space" at the Custard Factory. It's a pipedream.

And tomorrow? To the Alps again. For any passing burglars reading this the alarm code is &^**
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When out at a meal with colleagues, it's not a good idea to be the only person drinking white wine on your part of the table, especially when the restaurant neglects to bring water.

Ooops. It really is the morning after.
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Hmm, I have still failed to write up Christmas. That must go on the list of things to do today along with update the non-music section of my website as I've failed to do that since last April. Ooops. Still, I seem to be running out of work to do...

Anyway, here are some photographs from:
  • Resonance Live on Sunday in Leeds (just one of each for now
  • Full Set from New Model Army at the Astoria
  • Full Sets of the live photos from Batfink in December
Photos )

WIDATW

Dec. 19th, 2006 09:01 am
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The weekend mostly sped past in a blur - in fact so much I ended up doing very little more yesterday than try and recover. Today will be better. Oh yes.

Friday was [livejournal.com profile] fishthecat's birthday do at Chez [livejournal.com profile] quondam. Much Micro Machines was played, there was much cursing of consoles and I was reminded how hilarious playing two-people-one-controller can be. A little booze passed my lips, but it only served to improve my game, honest.

Saturday I got the train to Sheffield for Batfink. This was at the kind invitation of The Way Of All Flesh. We'd hoped to spend a bit of time with my new lights and get some live shots. Alas the soundcheck wasn't quite as efficient as it could have been so we didn't have very much time. However some shots were grabbed of the band (plus [livejournal.com profile] paul_sticks who was DJing) and then I got to say a brief hello to [livejournal.com profile] gothgrr, [livejournal.com profile] ayrton_nix, [livejournal.com profile] sarcaustick, [livejournal.com profile] darkstones, [livejournal.com profile] toripink and [livejournal.com profile] thirstypixel; watched some bands and then hung around with [livejournal.com profile] ant_girl and [livejournal.com profile] grufti who kindly let me enjoy their new spare bed.

Batfink started well but never actually seemed to take off despite the early promise. It seemed reasonably healthy but not especially vibrant. Of the bands, 3ulogy had a little bit of promise but aren't there yet; TWOAF I enjoyed - a little old school for my current taste but they seemed to be enjoying themselves (unlike 3ulogy who were trying very hard to be angry); Rome Burns I've not seen before and I'd make the same comments as for TWOAF; Voices of Masada I've seen a number of times and while the confidence and production are improving they're not really my thing. Maybe ten years ago...

What was disappointing was the size of the crowds for the bands. It seemed to me that each band was mostly just watched by "their friends" who then didn't stay for the others. Obviously I can understand the importance of seeing your friends and offering them support but a generally healthy, vibrant scene it does not make.

Sunday morning I didn't see my hosts as I dashed to Leeds station; took a particularly slow train back to Birmingham; charged my camera batteries then got back on a slow train - this time to London for NMA. It's been a while since I saw them and Justin now has the most ill-advised haircut I've seen him with (but then he is 50 so deserves some latitude). I caught the end of the support (Dave Blomberg's current band - Nozzle) who were quite impressive.

I can't remember much about NMA themselves - it was good; probably not the best I've seen them, but that might have been because I was absolutely shattered. Needless to say I have plenty of pictures of varying quality and will put some up at some point. An early finish meant I was on the 22:56 from Euston, so to bed at a healthy 2am...

I'm not sure I'll be able to do that kind of thing when I'm working in Nottingham - another unforseen cost.

Anyway - some pictures...

Photos )
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Now, it must be said that shooting gigs at Slimelight/Electrowerkz is probably a hobby for a masochist. The light is f-ing awful; three people in the venue make it look crowded and the whole place is covered with a layer of grime that would make the inside of my car engine look like a sterile environment.

Anyway - I'll put them up as something that's a "bit different" and the nice chaps at Rotersand have already been in touch and asked to use the photos on the website. So without further build up...

Photos )



I can't remember if I've reviewed the gig yet either - in summary: Rotersand ++good, better than Infest in many ways; RBN didn't seem to have moved on since the other times I've seen them this year.

Getting it

Dec. 8th, 2006 11:28 am
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I'm not really getting it at the moment. I feel listless and disconnected. I'm sleeping too much and at the same time not at all. I'm in limbo in many ways and all around me I see and hear triggers that bring things back to me that I'd rather not remember.

I'm sure it's a passing phase - and at least it's not a dark cloud. It's just kind of grey. I want passion and enthusiasm - not a sense of overwhelming mediocrity and boredom. And the weekend? Outlook is damp and drizzly. Anyone got any smart ideas?




Last weekend I managed one night out of the two - bailing on the Cruxshadows I made it to Nottingham for Kryogenix which was fun - though I was getting a little tired. Then on Sunday I did some fiddling with photographs and developed the latest in my line of game addictions to Star Wars: Galactic Battlegrounds after having just finally finished The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle-earth. Fortunately I know my addiction model very well...

The weekend was also the chance to watch the latest BSG. To start with it smacked of "cheap, mid-season filler" but as it went on I warmed to it and found it quite an interesting character driven episode. Still, not quite the pace, energy and utter bleakness I've enjoyed in the majority of the series so far.

I had a terrible day of work on Wednesday in London - despite being well up to do a talk to a reasonable sized conference I got a little flustered and was too fast. Nothing like a stick to beat yourself with (when there's the lack of anyone else to beat) but hopefully LJ-oriented catharsis will help. The day was improved by a pleasant early evening chatting about photography.

Yesterday was, as well as the last night of our first Cthulhu adventure, was the final artw*nk Photography section. Looking back over the past few weeks I get a sense I've become more confident in my work, more open minded and also more able to communicate about what I'm trying to do. As much as I'm energised about anything at the moment I'm energised about doing more, different shoots.

Which is why I am doing "yet another" gig tonight (Levellers) though on my own at present.

I did however succumb to online temptations and order some lights yesterday - "accelerating towards penury" I think is the phrase.

I suppose I'd better do some work now - though I do feel like I'm on gardening leave despite the fact a contract still hasn't turned up.
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Wednesday is the new Thursday, right?

Fresh with success in negotiating myself a pay cut and recovery on Friday I decided on Saturday to finally pop my Slimelight cherry and go there for more than just a gig. And I must say I enjoyed it. I'm not sure I'd feel quite the same at 5am in the same dreary shit-hole, but staying after Rotersand/RBN until about 1:15am then driving back to Birmingham did kinda work. I fear I did commit a carbon-crime but given the fact that the last public transport back was 1am from Victoria I feel slightly cornered, if not justified.

Clearly the way forward is to find more London friends and kip down - hint, hint.

Rotersand were tremendous. A much better set than they played at Infest as there were fewer of their dreadful ballads, but the lighting was predictably terrible so I have about 300 utterly usefess shots. Still, that won't mean you can escape seeing some in the future. The level of engagement they had with the crowd was so much better than Madonna demonstrated on Channel 4 on Sunday. And the tickets were cheaper too.

Sunday I failed to sleep enough, then went out for a cycle ride to deliver the latest ego-support to [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis and then returned to celebrate the fact I hadn't fallen off. Which was in itself kinda lucky as my leg has already become infected as I proved by squeezing pus out of it last night.

Needless to say though my leg wasn't as bad as that of poor Frenchie in Pan's Labyrinth who had little more than a bottle of booze and his revolutionary stoicism to seem him through a much grizzlier leg wound. The film was breathtaking from start to end - breathtakingly bad trailers; breathtaking design and execution; and the most cringeworthy scene I've ever scene in cinema and no muppets or David Bowie. As [livejournal.com profile] nyarbaggytep says though - go see it!

But I get ahead of myself - also on Sunday I ventured out to see Casino Royale which was a good, if flawed film. Clearly sponsored by the travel industry the pacing was a little out of kilter in places and I cried at one point (as the Aston Martin did the record breaking 7 cannon rolls - as seen in the trailer). Despite the flaws it was a good film - shades of Timothy Dalton who I thought was so underrated. IMDB has just confirmed my fears - " In one afternoon's shooting, three Aston Martin DBS cars valued at $300,000 each were destroyed for the car roll sequence." Waaaaaaaaaaaah!

So far this week I've done little else of note, except cause stunned silence in my colleagues by telling them my plans and displaying uncharacteristic restraint at a conference yesterday - by not shouting down the opening speaker for telling half the story. At least she had the decency to look a little nervous when she saw me in the crowd. Government money well spent though - I got a free pen, sweets, coffee mug, post-its and slidey puzzle!

The gravy train continues to roll on!
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Over the last couple of weeks I've taken to paying attention to TV a little - I use the term very carefully as I listen to TV in the background a lot - just don't always watch it. Anyway - the new season has brought, through the power of the internet, Battlestar Galactica and Lost. BSG is an interesting beast - it continues to heap scorn on American foreign policy from orbit which is always entertaining. It's a little crass and heavy-handed in places - but is compulsive viewing. Even if they did blow the entire series SFX budget in the first few episodes. The main characteristic of the series to date has been the lack of sacred cows and the speed of change of direction. I just hope the enthusiasm of the network doesn't run out before the story does. Lost has also been engaging - though the flashbacks are starting to feel more and more contrived. I'm "getting" it a lot more which I suspect means that it's been dumbed down - and again I worry about the longevity of the concept. I can't help feeling it'll struggle to make five seasons.

Pitch Black was on Film Four last night and was diverting enough, more so if you enjoy Vin Diesel. Its quite budget origins were a little obvious in places but it passed a unchallenging couple of hours. In a fit of televisual ecstasy I also watched Death of a President which, while being terribly right-on and came across as trying too hard, did manage to hold my interest for its duration. Research on wikipedia (so it must be trueTM) showed the pedigree of the production team in doing speculative mockumentaries. Nice work if you can get it!

For some reason, I suspect [livejournal.com profile] miss_soap's Q&A, I was reminded of seeing a badger the other weekend - running along the road away from me. From the speed it made it would have been more at home in the M6 roadworks than on a quiet road in the dead of night. Still, I was glad I was in a car and not going nose-to-nose with it.

This weekend I shall be hearing a lot of music and hopefully remembering to repair my earplugs first. Friday is Mechanical Cabaret, Zeitgeist Zero, Tin Omen and ACID Tongue in Birmingham. Saturday probably Kryogenix in Nottingham then the M1 to Black Celebration for more XPQ-21 action. Plus some other bands on my friendslist :-P

Business continues to develop at a geological rate, but following the example of [livejournal.com profile] velvet_the_cat and having been annoyed by having to deal with a cheque - I'm now registered for online payments. Go me, etc. Now I can look forward with more interest to an expanded tax return next year.

Finally avid readers will remember my entry a couple of weeks ago about "control of distribution of photos" - well last night I was cruising MySpack and discovered the artist in question was using some of my pics - obviously ones he liked - on his page. A few positive comments reinforced my ego and then I found more on unter null's page and last.fm entry. Indeed if you are registered on last.fm do go to the Panzer AG page and vote for my picture! Fame at the moment stretches to Combichrist and unter null on last.fm; and Panzer AG, Tin Omen, Voltaire and the (contentious) Dream Disciples on wikipedia. So that's not very far! Spread the work!
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It's probably sensible to look at Thursdays now. Yesterday was my artw*nk class where we each had to come up with 6 words to inspire 150 words about our work. There was, as you might expect, a bit of a range from the mildly pretentious to the mundane. Hiding my light under a bushel as I do I was more to the former but the real winner of the evening was quirky which won a number of nominations from the cognoscenti. I showed some photographs which seemed to go down ok - though I really do need to edit down the couple of hundred prints I have to something a little more manageable with some narrative element. See - I can talk the talk now...

I missed this last Thursday because of a conference with work. Our annual national conference is normally a pretty tedious affair and while this one was slightly more animated I suspect it'll come to nothing. My self-appointed role in such gatherings is the King's Fool - a role I enjoy as those of you who know me will appreciate. I enjoy being a disruptive influence but this time I let myself become a little seduced with the idea that things might actually change which was, in retrospect, foolish.

Strangely for me I managed to get at least a little tipsy on Tuesday (in York on the way up with [livejournal.com profile] ant_girl,[livejournal.com profile] gothgrr, [livejournal.com profile] steer, [livejournal.com profile] foxy76 and the wonderful hostess [livejournal.com profile] ayrton_nix), Wednesday and Thursday. No wonder I was in a funny mood at the weeeknd.

This puts me back to the weekend before which I mostly spent on trains. Friday was STJ/Dreadnought and dinner overlooking the Thames - the former being expensive for drinks - and the latter being expensive for drinks. However, I really enjoyed STJ - especially seeing as at the last one I was feeling most crippled by a lead balloon in my stomach. The only downside was not being able to escape The Prodigy. One room I can understand - but both rooms at once - aaaargh! Hero of the weekend was of course [livejournal.com profile] childeric for being a most wonderful host and excellent company while waiting for the police at London Bridge station to remove a semi-comatose drunk off the bus.

Saturday was The Metamorphosis at the Lyric in Hammersmith. I spent the actual show being half impressed by the physical acting and the excellent stagecraft and the other half wondering what the hell was going on. Wikipedia tells me that no-one actually has any clue what Kafka was on about so clearly the key is to go "Hmm" and spout semi-credible rubbish when talking about it.

This I can do!

I did some other stuff at the weekend too of course, but that's between me and my conscience. And I include in that the rather middle-aged and slightly sad activity of ending up talking about accenture's withdrawal from the N3 contract at a birthday party.

So, that's roughly caught up. Oh, except for the Thursday before that weekend, which was pretty much like yesterday. In that I sat around with photographers and tried to work out where I can buy a beret...

Updates

Oct. 3rd, 2006 09:10 am
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Proper update hopefully before I go away to the north lands for the rest of the week. First this chunk of photo-backlog to share then another go at washing London out of my hair.

Symphony in Black, Southampton, 20 August 2006 )
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Ok, so it's short notice; Ok, so I'm crap; Ok I only ever write to ask favours...

But tomorrow I, +1, plan to travel down to the big smoke for the STJ/Dreadnought super-club at SEOne. I'm quite looking forward to it, but could really do with somewhere to crash from "early Sat AM" until "about Sat lunchtime". Working shower pretty much essential.

In return I will shower with gifts (maybe not tomorrow as I won't have a lot of room in my bag - but you get the point!).

Any of my London-friends, ideally those close to the club, able to help?
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I do try to keep up with email, it's just that at the moment I'm failing.

Must try harder. Perhaps a dull meeting this morning in Capital City will give me the time to knock outstanding correspondence on its head.

Plus I had a weekend - and it's Thursday so I should write it up.

On the plus side I finished processing Infest photos last night. Only a month after the actual event.

WIDATW

Aug. 11th, 2006 11:01 am
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It's Friday, or as I call it "Ooops, if I am going to have any record of last weekend then I'd better get on with it right now before I forget it".

Read more... )

Today is loose-ends followed by London for B-Movie. See some of you there I suspect.
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Yesterday evening I jumped keenly on a train south to see Ministry at the Forum, Kentish Town. I quite like the venue as it has some good memories but apart from a small section in the third quarter of the gig (plus of course Stigmata) the main thing I got from last night was a headache.

Clearly I yearn for the old days when Ministry played "Industrial Rock" rather than "Thrash Metal". I was just left a bit dead, hot and dehydrated by the experience. Still, the train home was early meaning 1:20am rather than 1:35am into New Street.

Saw [livejournal.com profile] ___dust briefly but before I could say (in [livejournal.com profile] fuzzygoth style) "I know you!" she'd disappeared off into the crowd.

Behind the cut are a handful of pics. Unfortunately the results are a pretty terrible partly due to one of the bodies being set to JPEG rather than RAW after I lent it to [livejournal.com profile] lupercal in Orkney. Ooops. Better find out today rather than after the wedding tomorrow...

Photos )
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And now I even know how to pronounce it...

Photos )
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It always seems to be the way - I have all sorts of good intentions yet only a small number ever seem to make it into reality.

Anyway, first let's rewind time to last weekend. Friday night was like Fight Club. I don't want to say much about it, but needless to say I had an excellent evening being especially naughty, then had crumpets. That's not to say that crumpets can't be naughty, it's just that these weren't especially. At least comparably.

Saturday I got up disgustingly late and drove to Leeds with [livejournal.com profile] berrega and [livejournal.com profile] kantti to see [livejournal.com profile] grufti, [livejournal.com profile] ant_girl and [livejournal.com profile] nearly_everyone for one of the most relaxed, grown-up parties I've been to in some time. A few hours later it was back on the road and at least I managed to spend more time at the party than driving each way.

Sunday was Doctor Who (better than much of this series even though my eyes and humour remained dry. I'm sure I heard thousands of fanboys explode during the episode though. Then it was off again to London for Nitzer Ebb. I enjoyed the show a lot more than either of the Fixmer/McCarthy or Nitzer shows I've seen before - they seemed to work well in an intimate venue stuffed with fans. Top marks and photos to come, eventually.

This week I've stressed about Orkney, been very happy and seen Johnny Depp. That last point was of course a reference to PotC which I enjoyed - but felt it took a long time to get started and the first half of the film seemed a bit forced.

Now, I have to do some work and stop spending money...

Refuge

Jun. 28th, 2006 10:08 am
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The volume is turned up to 11, Skinny Puppy is playing and my earphones are jammed in as far as they can go. Yes - it's train rage time!

Despite the train being virtually empty at New Street four young gals decided to join me at my table (well, three at the table and one off to the side). I lasted about five minutes of in-depth analysis of OK! magazine before I remembered I had FLA and SP CDs in my laptop bag.

Still, the noise is breaking through. Chatter about fashion, celebrity, bikini shops and diets.

Save me!

All this for a London meeting that will last an hour at most. Then I get the joy of refereeing my mother and brother as she attempts to find out why he and his (now ex-) girlfriend are. Or should that be aren't. Oh you get the point.

Last night seemed to be pick-on-Simon night. My internal monologue was at it, along with my conscience and two of my friends. It wasn't serious, nor am I offended. But perhaps the mirror of self-image has now slightly less of a rose-tint.

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