boxesboxes
Apr. 21st, 2003 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
julietThere are many many boxes in the flat. This would be bad enough, but they are all full and the flat isn't empty yet. Hmm. It looks like more packing will be required between 1st & 2nd van-runs to Bermondsey on Saturday. Ah well, at least lots of it is done. All v dull, though, & took up much of my Friday & Saturday. Today was scrubbing the bathroom, WHAT JOY. grr.
But! There was also Fun Holiday Stuff squeezed inbetween the boxes.
Didn't, in the end, manage to drag ourselves out clubbing on Thursday, due to going for a picnic in Hyde Park after work, having a "little" snooze on returning to the flat, and suddenly discovering that it was 10pm & we hadn't had dinner & were knackered anyway. So ate & went to bed. Which meant that clearly we had to go out Friday evening instead, specifically to the Strange Fruit gig at the Garage. We only made it there for the tail-end of The Wandering Step, but liked them. Fosca, sadly, were pretty dire - electro-pop by numbers, & not even good numbers. Which is a shame cos ISTR rather liking Orlando. But half the time it seemed like the vocals & everything else were just two separate things that happened to be occurring at the same time; and when that wasn't the case they were still uninspiring. Ah well. Bearsuit were great fun, & reminded me rather of Holy Roman Empire in a complete-chaos sort of way. And Ballboy I liked. Couple of songs sounded rather Arab Strap, but then when you have a Scottish bloke doing a spoken-word bit then Arab Strap is pretty much an inevitable reference.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boyofbadgers said that they sometimes do fantastic gigs, & sometimes just OK - not having seen them before, I can't comment on how the gig compared to others, but I suspect that this was getting towards fantastic but not quite there. Would definitely go & see them again, though.
Saturday lunchtime Pete & I took ourselves off to Lords, to go on the tour that I bought him tickets for for his Christmas. Which was ace, obviously. We got to go into the Pavilion & stand in the Long Room & see the Visitors' dressing-room. Their museum is pretty interesting as well. And the NatWest Media Centre thingy is *shiny*. We managed to locate the TMS studio - it's the only one with an openable window, cos apparently Henry Blofeld & co like to hear the noise of the crowd, so insisted on being able to open the window. Bless. Then returned home for more box-filling. I was supposed to be going over to seewintrmute on Saturday evening, but bailed due to extreme knackeredness & stressedness over packing evilness. So Pete & I defrosted chilli & watched "Spy Kids" instead, which demonstrates the extent of our weariness. Though it was mildly amusing, in fact.
Sunday morning we headed down to lovely Bromley (hem hem) to see my parents & my cousins (who, I discovered last week, are emigrating to Australia this summer - cousins, that is, not parents) & my sister. The booze, as ever, flowed, & there was much v nice food, & on at least one occasion Wendy & I dissolved into crippling fits of the giggles, which is always a bonus. And my mum wants me to take her shopping in Camden so she can buy something nice for a posh wedding she's going to. Which should be fun.
Early evening we took ourselves off tomarnameow's, where there was food (though we'd missed most of it, sadly - did get to have edamame for the first time, though), booze, & nice people to talk to (many with LJs but cannot be arsed putting all usertags in). Hurrah. After a bit there was a mass movement to the beach party on Festival Pier, where there was booze, nice people to talk to, & fire poi. Ace. Though less ace as I started feeling increasingly rough (sick & headachey, bah), & finally had to rudely interrupt conversation with kitty_goth in order to take myself home ASAP (useful bits of brain having by this stage gone "poing"). Top evening, though.
Feeling remarkably bouncey this evening considering how little sleep I got (didn't sleep at all, really, due to rough-feeling-ness). Off to pub shortly, but must first a) eat dinner & b) change out of unflattering house-cleaning clothing.
FOOD.
But! There was also Fun Holiday Stuff squeezed inbetween the boxes.
Didn't, in the end, manage to drag ourselves out clubbing on Thursday, due to going for a picnic in Hyde Park after work, having a "little" snooze on returning to the flat, and suddenly discovering that it was 10pm & we hadn't had dinner & were knackered anyway. So ate & went to bed. Which meant that clearly we had to go out Friday evening instead, specifically to the Strange Fruit gig at the Garage. We only made it there for the tail-end of The Wandering Step, but liked them. Fosca, sadly, were pretty dire - electro-pop by numbers, & not even good numbers. Which is a shame cos ISTR rather liking Orlando. But half the time it seemed like the vocals & everything else were just two separate things that happened to be occurring at the same time; and when that wasn't the case they were still uninspiring. Ah well. Bearsuit were great fun, & reminded me rather of Holy Roman Empire in a complete-chaos sort of way. And Ballboy I liked. Couple of songs sounded rather Arab Strap, but then when you have a Scottish bloke doing a spoken-word bit then Arab Strap is pretty much an inevitable reference.
boyofbadgers said that they sometimes do fantastic gigs, & sometimes just OK - not having seen them before, I can't comment on how the gig compared to others, but I suspect that this was getting towards fantastic but not quite there. Would definitely go & see them again, though.Saturday lunchtime Pete & I took ourselves off to Lords, to go on the tour that I bought him tickets for for his Christmas. Which was ace, obviously. We got to go into the Pavilion & stand in the Long Room & see the Visitors' dressing-room. Their museum is pretty interesting as well. And the NatWest Media Centre thingy is *shiny*. We managed to locate the TMS studio - it's the only one with an openable window, cos apparently Henry Blofeld & co like to hear the noise of the crowd, so insisted on being able to open the window. Bless. Then returned home for more box-filling. I was supposed to be going over to see
wintrmute on Saturday evening, but bailed due to extreme knackeredness & stressedness over packing evilness. So Pete & I defrosted chilli & watched "Spy Kids" instead, which demonstrates the extent of our weariness. Though it was mildly amusing, in fact. Sunday morning we headed down to lovely Bromley (hem hem) to see my parents & my cousins (who, I discovered last week, are emigrating to Australia this summer - cousins, that is, not parents) & my sister. The booze, as ever, flowed, & there was much v nice food, & on at least one occasion Wendy & I dissolved into crippling fits of the giggles, which is always a bonus. And my mum wants me to take her shopping in Camden so she can buy something nice for a posh wedding she's going to. Which should be fun.
Early evening we took ourselves off to
marnameow's, where there was food (though we'd missed most of it, sadly - did get to have edamame for the first time, though), booze, & nice people to talk to (many with LJs but cannot be arsed putting all usertags in). Hurrah. After a bit there was a mass movement to the beach party on Festival Pier, where there was booze, nice people to talk to, & fire poi. Ace. Though less ace as I started feeling increasingly rough (sick & headachey, bah), & finally had to rudely interrupt conversation with kitty_goth in order to take myself home ASAP (useful bits of brain having by this stage gone "poing"). Top evening, though. Feeling remarkably bouncey this evening considering how little sleep I got (didn't sleep at all, really, due to rough-feeling-ness). Off to pub shortly, but must first a) eat dinner & b) change out of unflattering house-cleaning clothing.
FOOD.
no subject
Date: 2003-04-24 02:41 am (UTC)