Month: November 2002

Ah well, all good things must come to an end, I suppose! I’ve decided to leave Quickstop, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I don’t think my voice does justice to the material we were doing, and I was just going to end up wrecking my throat trying. Quite apart from that, looking forward to next year, I’m barely going to have time for things like food and sleep (see news!), let alone prancing about on a stage… The guys were OK about it; they’re recruiting for a bass player and another guitarist, so they’ll just advertise for a singer as well – they’ll be fine, and I for one will be going to see them perform when they’re ready to go…

Since Stu’s little accident with the Saab a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been and got an estimate from Doves Saab in Croydon for the repairs. The guy reckoned it would be in the region of £800, which makes it an uneconomical repair, doesn’t it?! So I’ll be carless again, but I should have the money in the New Year to get a slightly less knackered Saab, so watch this space for more Saab-related news…

Now it’s just a case of working my a*se off to make sure I’ve got heaps of spending cash for New Year – look out, Oz, here I come! 🙂

Hm – that seems like a bit of a dramatic title for it! Basically, I took a bit of time out on the weekend, to drive down to deepest darkest Gloucestershire to see my mates Matt & Sarah, and their lovely baby daughter (and my god-daughter) Ella. Having battled fog and nutty west-of-England motorists, I got there to find all well and enjoying the ‘downshifted’ lifestyle.

I have to say, although I’m biased, that little Ella is gorgeous, and no doubt will be a heartbreaker when she grows up! Actually, isn’t that something they teach girls at school anyway?! Well, even if it is, no-one’s going to ADMIT to it! Anyway, it’s enough to get you broody, if you’re that way disposed. Me? Naaaaah….

Photos are on the gallery, if you’re moved to have a look!

Yep, another ‘milestone’ in the relentless passage of time, and as the weekend draws to a close, I’m nursing an over-partied body…

Friday night was a laugh; went to Bar Madrid and set about taking full advantage of Happy Hour! Jugs of cocktails were the order of the day, although to be honest, I don’t think that you can get very drunk on those jugs… Put it this way: by the end of the evening I was nicely merry, but nothing like as revolting as I’ve been known to get on previous birthdays. Getting old??? 🙂

Then for Saturday night it was a nice civilised soirée, in a place called Petit Auberge in Upper Street, Islington. This was in fact a nuttier evening, as we ended up playing a game of “on your head” in the RESTAURANT!!! For those who aren’t familiar with this game, it consists of writing the name of a famous person on a piece of sticky paper (in this case, Rizla papers!), sticking it to the forehead of the person next to you, then they have to guess who they are by asking yes/no questions. Each yes gets another question, each no moves play to the next person. The waitresses were somewhat bemused, never having seen anything like it!

In any case, it’s been a good weekend, and Gwyn & I are going to be planning something huge for her 30th, it two years’ time. Should be mental… Big thanx to the people who turned up, and hope to see you same time next year (but hopefully sooner!) 🙂