I’ve been *totally* out of touch lately, haven’t I??? I’ve just been told off by my sister Jhone, and by the Right Honourable Benjamin Sefton Jenkins Esquire, resident of sunny Sydney, Australia, for not updating often enough – to the extent that they’ve actually communicated with me without any provocation! Wow…
Well, just to put all your minds at rest, I’ve been fine, if rather busy having a whale of a time generally! And obviously too busy to update the website – boo hoo! I’ve got so much to tell you, so gather round, my children, and I shall tell you such tales as will keep you quiet for another couple of weeks… 🙂
First off, get your diaries out! Wednesday the 18th of August should be made free, and the words Melting Pot at the Purple Turtle, Camden should be writ large in bold letters, that ye shall not forget. Kicking off at 8pm and going on till midnight, there’s a veritable smorgasbord of musical acts to satisfy your appetite. This is all courtesy of Truly Independent Promotions, the brainchild of Ian of Fastfood fame, who has turned his considerable talent and wacky outlook to promoting independent music. It promises to be a kickin’ evening, with bands and DJs and maybe the odd surprise – remember, you read it here first, and I fully expect to be purchased copious pints as a reward on the night. I’ll have flyers in the next few days, so drop me a line if you want some. SEE YOU THERE!!!
Speaking of musical shenanigans, I’ve been involved in drunken discussions with my main man Mono and his flatmate Matt, with a view to getting together and jamming out some old-school funk. Never shy of making a public spectacle of myself (I cite June’s Bartok event, for the short of memory!), I’m just gagging to get out there and jump on a stage and flex my bass-plucking fingers, so keep your beady eye on this page for info on that as it develops. If it develops, of course…. 🙂
More news: yet another mate has succumbed to the urge to wed! My mate Eddie White is tying the knot on the 23rd of August, no doubt breaking many hearts across South London in the meantime. It all starts with a ferocious stag event this weekend, so if I live through that I’ll be able to wish them well on the day! In the meantime, join me as I raise my glass to them (any excuse for a drink, to be honest!) – cheers!
Still skating sporadically, although I need a whole lot more practice before I get out on the streets of London for the Friday Night Skate – as evidenced by my last foray into Hyde Park with mates Shariff and Lina, when I undecorously wrapped myself around a lamp-post, resulting in a savage array of cuts and bruises the length of my arm! Quite colourful, as it goes. 🙂
And last week I paid my deposit for the one-year diploma course in hypnotherapy that I had to postpone last year – I start in January, if I don’t blow it out again… I’m well looking forward to it, although mate Ian (DAAAAAVE!) advised me not to tell girls this when I’m chatting to them – they’ll think that I’m messing with their heads, and they won’t get into anything with me! Hmmm, he could have a point…
I know it’s early, but I’m starting to have inklings of a plan for my birthday this year. Given that it’s my 35th, Gwyneth’s 30th, and (as I discovered the other night) Mono’s 25th (just a kid!), I’m thinking that it may be time to have the mother of all birthday bashes! Plans are vague at the moment, but I’m thinking maybe live music, drinkin’, dancin’, and a general late vibe of epic proportions – more on this as it develops…
Travel plans were looking very limited for me, especially given that this is the time of year that everyone flees the country to work on their skin tumours(!), but I’ve had plans develop themselves in the past week or so: Italy in September, Ireland in October, and France for Christmas. That’s a bit more like it! And next year has some monstrous (if tentative!) travel plans – fingers crossed that at least a fraction of them come to pass!
I think I’ll leave it there – always leave them wanting more, was the conventional wisdom when we played live. Although that kinda begs the question: if they don’t want any in the first place, should we not play at all?! Interesting point. And on that note, wanting more or thoroughly bored, I’ll love you and leave you.
Till the next ramble!