curries and chansons
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julietVery fine evening last night.
First of all, I met up with Wendy (sister) for curry at Vegetarian Paradise in Marchmont St (very near Russell Square tube). Which was utterly ace - best Indian food I've eaten since getting back from India in November, and cheap (£6.95 for a very large 3-course thali). Strongly recommended, & fully intend to go back there again. And it was, of course, fun to see Wendy - it's good her being in London rather than Leeds now, as I hardly ever saw her for the 4 years she was in Leeds, whereas now we catch up every month or so. Post-curry, we hung around at the nearest pub for a bit until it was time for me to go off for...
... another installment of the Amazing Mr Jeays (see posts passim). At the Drill Hall this time, in a very very small room. Both Martin &![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beingjdc were late, but we had all imagined that by "starts at 8" they meant, like with most gigs, doors at 8, start 8.30 or 9. But no, they are a theatre-type place, & they meant actually start at 8. Whoops. So we missed half of the support, who was OK but nothing that special. He seemed a bit clipped, like he had to sing exactly-on-the-beat & no wavering (& one of the advantages of solo stuff is that you can pull things around as you like without losing the rest of the band). His last song was funny, though, & he got sidetracked into a pro-congestion-charge rant in the middle which was good.
Philip Jeays was, as ever, excellent, & his set included The Mas de Baigne Loups, The Great War, Terry's Dog, Arles, Geoff, & a peculiar jazz version of Cupid Is A Drunkard with which I was not entirely impressed. And then Younger Mr Jeays as an encore, much to John's & my delight. Martin thought it all brilliant as well, which was good (it's always worrying when you bring someone along to see a band you think are wonderful, in case they disagree - even though in this case he'd already heard the CD at least, so it wasn't entirely cold). Bought another CD afterwards, & had a brief chat to the man himself. We are determined to get him to Oxford - this must be arranged. And then spent the rest of the evening (for the gig finished shockingly early, at 10) being very silly indeed talking to Martin & John. Which was cool, and involved, among other things, me collapsing in unstoppable giggles for a good 5 minutes courtesy of John's revitalising of a somewhat elderly joke at my expense. Haven't laughed that much in ages. Top evening all round, in short.
And this morning I had to rescue my bike from Euston Square, where I left it as I was clearly too pissed to cycle home. And had a nice invigorating (read: fingers went numb) ride to work, & have been feeling generally cheerful all day & humming songs from last night. And it's Friday, hurrah.
First of all, I met up with Wendy (sister) for curry at Vegetarian Paradise in Marchmont St (very near Russell Square tube). Which was utterly ace - best Indian food I've eaten since getting back from India in November, and cheap (£6.95 for a very large 3-course thali). Strongly recommended, & fully intend to go back there again. And it was, of course, fun to see Wendy - it's good her being in London rather than Leeds now, as I hardly ever saw her for the 4 years she was in Leeds, whereas now we catch up every month or so. Post-curry, we hung around at the nearest pub for a bit until it was time for me to go off for...
... another installment of the Amazing Mr Jeays (see posts passim). At the Drill Hall this time, in a very very small room. Both Martin &
beingjdc were late, but we had all imagined that by "starts at 8" they meant, like with most gigs, doors at 8, start 8.30 or 9. But no, they are a theatre-type place, & they meant actually start at 8. Whoops. So we missed half of the support, who was OK but nothing that special. He seemed a bit clipped, like he had to sing exactly-on-the-beat & no wavering (& one of the advantages of solo stuff is that you can pull things around as you like without losing the rest of the band). His last song was funny, though, & he got sidetracked into a pro-congestion-charge rant in the middle which was good.Philip Jeays was, as ever, excellent, & his set included The Mas de Baigne Loups, The Great War, Terry's Dog, Arles, Geoff, & a peculiar jazz version of Cupid Is A Drunkard with which I was not entirely impressed. And then Younger Mr Jeays as an encore, much to John's & my delight. Martin thought it all brilliant as well, which was good (it's always worrying when you bring someone along to see a band you think are wonderful, in case they disagree - even though in this case he'd already heard the CD at least, so it wasn't entirely cold). Bought another CD afterwards, & had a brief chat to the man himself. We are determined to get him to Oxford - this must be arranged. And then spent the rest of the evening (for the gig finished shockingly early, at 10) being very silly indeed talking to Martin & John. Which was cool, and involved, among other things, me collapsing in unstoppable giggles for a good 5 minutes courtesy of John's revitalising of a somewhat elderly joke at my expense. Haven't laughed that much in ages. Top evening all round, in short.
And this morning I had to rescue my bike from Euston Square, where I left it as I was clearly too pissed to cycle home. And had a nice invigorating (read: fingers went numb) ride to work, & have been feeling generally cheerful all day & humming songs from last night. And it's Friday, hurrah.
