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The reasons for the delay in getting hooked up are unknown, but apparently there are five wireless routers that were supposedly posted out to us which are actually just floating around in the ether having a good time, and all power to them. I hope they all manage to meet up and settle down in a wonderful paradise filled with scantily clad circuit boards or, you know, whatever their individual inclinations prefer.

I suppose that this would be an appropriate juncture to prattle on about what I've been up to in the last two months, as is my wont on this damned thing. I am quite suddenly aware, once more, that all I actually do on here is rabbit on about my good self with little explicit reference to the outside world, current affairs, politics, philosophy or - dare I mention it - my particularly riveting and repetitive description of the effects of time dilation upon planetary bodies under the influence of black holes. Please do not take this inability to discuss such subjects as proof positive of my ignorant self-obsession (although this may just be the case): other people do it better and my own knowledge is cobbled together from what I read of them, get confused and eventually spit out.

So, with my conscience briefly appeased and my ego completely unapologetically denounced, let me begin by saying that the last couple of months haven't really featured a great deal, I don't think. We moved on the 28th of June and it all went well, considering what I nightmare I become when I have to pack up all of my shit, cart it a distance and then unpack it again. The piano move, which I was anticipating to be the horror of the entire proceedings went surprisingly well - my father almost broke his wrist at one point when the damn thing tipped, trapping him between the front door and half a ton of honky-tonk supported only by mine and Jonathon's brute strength. Oh, and a stick that we were using as a lever to get it over the front step. I think the stick was the hero of the hour.

(Excuse me whilst I pop to make myself a cup of tea...)

Now that we are settled in the new house, I can safely say that the move was a good idea. It's a lovely building and, although a little pre-fab sprout in some aspects, it suits our purposes and we've managed to make it feel like home already. I keep getting cold on the evenings, but the boys say that I'm being stupid and tell me to chuck a couple of extra layers on if I'm going to keep complaining about it. The area is a huge improvement as well, with bars and shops within easy walking distance. We like going to one pub in particular that I spotted the day after we had moved here called Argyles - they do buy one get one free cocktails during the week and have a soul/funk DJ on Friday nights, who plays some pretty good stuff. I don't have any pictures to put up, unfortunately, but give me time...

Here are a few pictures of Chorlton that I've managed to pull off the t'interweb to give you some impression of the area:

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Chorlton Park

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Some of the shops/bars on Barlow Moor Road

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The Horse and Jockey

The fact that people actually go out and photograph parts of Chorlton probably indicates the difference between this area and where we were living in Salford quite strongly.

Anyway, yes - excellent stuff. Spiffing.

As commented on in previous posts, I have decided that I most definitely will be heading to Europe at the end of September. Ali came round last weekend and the train ticket has now been bought. We will be flying out to Athens from Gatwick on the 29th of September (which will hopefully mean that I can fit in an Outlaw at either Jamm or Dirty South before I go - not sure which yet).

The plan so far is to spend 5 days in Athens before the train tickets even kick in, so that we can potentially make the trip last for six weeks as opposed to four. The rough itinerary at the moment is as follows: five days in Athens, ferry over to Italia on the 4th of October. Up through Naples, Rome, Milan to Lake Garda and the Swiss/Italy border for the Matterhorn and Mont Blanc. Into Switzerland to doss about near Lake Geneva, then through The Alps to Munich, briefly. Then we'll cross southern Germany to get across to Austria, Slovakia, South West Poland, then cross back to Prague, up to Berlin, across to Amsterdam and then to Brussels, finally finishing in Paris - on my birthday or there abouts.

Thankfully, Ali and I are in a similar financial situation so this trip will be conducted on a very frayed shoestring and, because I have decided to sever all ties with British Gas (a day I long for with so many fibres of my being I am surprised that I don't have a thicker hide) there's going to be a mad dash to get a job again once I return. The way I see it though, I have a shitty job and no money now so, come November when we get back, I'll be in exactly the same situation but I'll have been round Europe for a month and will at least have the memories to keep me sane and offer some sort of impetus to get things done. We'll see.

Right, I do believe that there is a bowl of homemade onion soup upstairs that is under threat from someone other than myself unless I go and snarl at whoever is sniffing around. I suppose I should write more about the last couple of months in here at some other point, because I am certain that more has happened. Still, I wouldn't want to go giving everything away at once, would I?

I am currently:

Wearing: Jeans, Clash T-shirt, grey cardigan (I have never owned a cardigan until now), glasses and all necessary undergarments.
Drinking: Will shortly be drinking some Stella (which is known as 'Wife Beater' because of A Streetcar Named Desire, apparently. Get in!)
Listening to: Asian Dub Foundation. More generally, I have recently been enjoying MGMT, M.I.A and Sister Rosetta Tharpe.
Reading: Cosmos by Carl Sagan, occasionally interrupted by a couple of short stories by Franz Kafka. I didn't know I even owned 'Metamorphosis'.
Watching: The West Wing, Dexter, Afterlife, The Wire (Season 4 - still!). ]]> euripidean http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=16 test post http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=14 Wed, 09 Jul 2008 02:07:28 GMT Juat a test to make sure it shows up - I'll Knock out something soon ]]> mjg http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=14 Boxes, Vans and a Distinct Lack of Slugs. http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=12 Sun, 22 Jun 2008 18:37:07 GMT Well, hello there everybody!

Apologies for the lack of bloggage of late (you were all gutted, I'm sure) but, as the title of this little ditty indicates, I am in the process of moving house and so everything that hasn't been packing/organising for the move has been a blessed relief and grasped quite forceably. To say that we're all looking forward to the move is a little bit of an understatement really - Jonathan, Luke, Simon and I are all treating the move as though it is going to be a new start, although perhaps a jump start is a more accurate phrase.

The new house equals new responsibilities because it costs more to rent than Barrfield Towers, we don't have goddamn pre-payment gas and electricity meters, it is a nicer place and we want to keep it as such (it would be incredibly hard to find a property legally allowed on the market that was more run down than our current place) and therefore we're all instantly going to feel all grown-up and professional (as opposed to studenty) once we move in. Hopefully. Personally, I'm hoping that the change in location will also give me a good old kick up the arse to get myself sorted out so that I am less likely to be whinging on through this blog about the state of my life and actually become proactive for a change.

Par example, we will be living about a ten minute drive from Sale Water Park so I'm going to actually complete my kayaking star awards. Canoeing is fun, active and something a little bit different from being at bloody work all day then coming home, monging out in front of the television and arguing about my housemates' insistence on watching America's Next Top Stupid Model every day of the live long week.

So, we will be moving this coming Saturday (the 28th) and I am currently in the process of regretting my ridiculous book and DVD collection. Ooh, hang on - I've managed to find my digital camera whilst sorting through everything so I will upload a picture of my destructive packing thus far... Hmm. this may take a while. Bloody Livejournal and its lack of photos for free. Be back in a moment...


A bit blurry, but you get the general idea. Actually, so far the packing business is going a lot better than every other time I've done it. My favourite bit about the whole process is when you come across the bits and bobs that you always just squirrel away throughout the years. I've read through the piss poor diary that I attempted to keep from the age of sixteen - highly entertaining, laughed at the short hair years in old photos and come across loads of absolute rubbish that has now found a new home in the bin. I've only lived at Barrfield Towers since last August but it is amazing how much kipple has accumulated during that time. Mainly envelopes, actually. Why the hell don't I throw them away? Odd.

I love the notion of kipple and, whilst sorting through the detritus of my Mancunian life, I've decided that Philip K. Dick was really onto something quite domestically ingenious when he came up with the term. For those of you that may not be familiar:

The word kipple refers to unwanted or useless junk that tends to reproduce itself.

According to science fiction author Philip K. Dick, kipple is a kind of domestic version of entropy: household disorder, kitchen-sink chaos. The classic definition appears in his 1968 novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, famously filmed as Blade Runner, as explained by character J.R. Isidore to the replicant Pris:

"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers or yesterday's homeopape. When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself ... the entire universe is moving towards a final state of total, absolute kippleization."
—Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Variant forms of the word used in the novel include "kipple-ized" and "kipple-factor". People can turn into "living kipple", and an apartment can become "kipple-infested".

Amongst all the kipple however, you can sometimes find some gems from the past that make you think, like this:


And on the back...



I remembered where it came from instantly - it was from the American Poetry and the Visual Arts course that I took in the second year of university and, because my camera is shit and I couldn't focus on the damn thing properly, the quote reads:

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the soul. I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars. And I will report all heroism from an American point of view. - WALT WHITMAN.

If I recall correctly, we had to pick out a quote and write it on the back of a postcard that we found appropriate as an exercise to help us start to consider the visual and written arts in comparison with each other (great to know that the debts I am paying back now from uni were usefully accumulated). I like my choice because it kind of articulates a point that I harped on about quite a bit in the essay that I ended up writing for this module - the unsustainability in America of the e Pluribus Unum (out of many, one) and what I chose to view as America's conflict between the individual and the many. Jackson Pollock's work was great to look at for that one.

Sorry, I completely lost track there for a moment. Blah, blah literature blaah.

It's been a pretty good couple of weeks (or month, whatever) really, although with the usual mind-numbing boredom of work.Amy came to visit for a few days a couple of weeks ago and we had a great time catching up. I lent her about five books, we drank too much wine and pratted about in Manchester over the weekend, culminating in a night out the likes of which I don't think Amy has experienced for some time! We went to The Venue after wetting our whistles at Chez Moi, partied there until 2 and then went on to a second club. It was light when we left and everyone had a really good night - despite it being a fairly random one...

'Career' wise, I've applied for that ITV Research placement that I may or may not have mentioned on here previously - can't be arsed to check. If I haven't heard back by the end of this week, I won't have been successful. Pleh. I'm also in the process of applying to be the next script secretary on Coronation Street; a role that basically involves formatting the scripts, storing them on a database, making sure the producers, directors and writers get informed of updates and changes and keeping an eye on continuity. It would be a pretty fantastic job so, fingers permanently bloody crossed - okay?!

I have also come up with a quite wonderful solution to what I will do with myself if I don't get either of these positions. I refuse to still be at Shittish Bass for my year anniversary with the company so, if nothing else has raised its head, I will be heading off to Europe for a month to travel, write absolutely shocking poetry and live on a shoestring with Ali. We're both a bit fed up, I suppose, so we've decided to fuck the debt and just get away, get cultured and get a grip. I realise that the notion of a measly month in Europe may be a bit laughable when compared to those people who have the luxury of taking a year to flit all over the world but, unfortunately, I am far too pragmatic and broke to do that. Still, if it happens it will be fantastic and a bit of an adventure, if it doesn't happen, I'll be working on Corrie. Win win situation - everyone could do with a few more of those, surely?

Right, there is talk of watching the Doctor Who repeat so I am off down stairs to make myself a bagel before it starts. Shout outs to my sister who is no longer a Newly Qualified Teacher but an actual teacher, and to Annie who is now Doctor Hardiman. Fooking hell.

Later,

J. ]]> euripidean http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=12 <![CDATA['Bout Abject Failure - Total Annihilation.]]> http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=10 Sun, 25 May 2008 10:45:14 GMT Now that's the sort of title which, what with the last post's cliff hanger, should make people get all concerned for me but lick their lips for the juicy details at the same time. Of course, I am just playing a little dramatic game with you all and the BAFTA story is nothing so horrific but it has made you come back for more, despite its frustratingly easy resolution - the sonic screwdriver of my LiveJournal, if you will (I hope Steven Moffat gets rid of the damn thing for a while).

Right, after going out last night one three nights out in one, I think I'm going to have to zoom in on what I'm writing because it's a little hard to focus. Ah, that's better. Oh. Perhaps if my glasses were on... There we go. I thought I had actually damaged myself for a while there.

Enough bastard procrastination! Here is the tale of my last visit to London and my little soirée at BAFTA. I love wording it like that because until anyone asks me to clarify I can just sit there with a little smile on my face and pretend. What a sad fuck.

On the 14th of May I was once again leaving the sanctuary of the North and heading to the big smoke, this time on what I like to laughingly call 'business'. I had very little money to speak of at this point because it was a day before payday and my wages had disappeared three weeks hence so I had arranged to train it down to London with a super advance ticket that had cost the princely sum of £8.50, and then MEGADEATH BUS it back. Uch. Fortunately, fate intervened to protect me from this uncomfortable, petrol-filled, vomit inducing machine. A cement mixer broke down in front of my bus on the way into Piccadilly, blocking the road and holding us up so that by the time I got to the station, the super-advance cheapity cheap train had already left.

After the usual amount of crowd diverting public swearing, I quickly came to the realisation that it there was no alternative but to buy a new bloody ticket, otherwise I would be letting folk down and missing out on what could be a good opportunity to schmooze. And I never miss an opportunity to schmooze, how I enjoy it so! One fast ticket machine and forty non-existent credit card quid later and I had a return ticket, which was fifty non-existent credit card pence more than a single. I was sorted for getting to London and had managed to dodge the Megabus bullet. Hurrah!

Blah, blah, blah cakes. Got to London and walked from Euston to the hostel I was staying in at Piccadilly, via the Oxford Road murder crime scene, which had a lot of gawpers. I don't think I've ever really understood that. It was quite strange thinking that someone, a few hours previously, had ceased to exist in that spot but the thing that occurred to me most is that the Crime Scene investigators must have been absolutely boiling in those evidence tents. It's a bit of a skewed response, really. Anyway, by the time I got to the hostel I was spitting feathers and the hoik up to my room on the sixth floor was not hugely pleasant.

Got myself sorted with food, drink and a little rest with The God Delusion and then changed to head off to 195 Piccadilly. It's a rather unobtrusive building but unfortunately, I was sad and naive enough to feel that little shiver of nervous tension as I headed in. This was on the wall of the staircase to the first floor:



Sweeeet. But also, the one eye open and one closed thing? Little bit creepy.

The whole purpose of my visit to BAFTA was a fundraising event for this year's TVYP, now known as The Network. For those of you that don't know, The Network is the charitable arm of the MGEITF (MediaGuardian Edinburgh International Television Festival). The main aspect of this is five days of incredible media training with some of the leading luminaries and head honchos of the the television industry. For free. I went to it back in 2006 and it helped to galvanise my interest in television, give me the tools and confidence to continue to pursue my dream career and make people take me seriously enough to invite me for job interviews every few weeks or so (but clearly, not give me a job. We couldn't have that, oh noes!). Aesha, who is one of the organisers of The Network has also been an absolute diamond to me for the past couple of years and throws as much my way as she possibly can, so a big part of my volunteering to work the event for free was to do her a favour.

My role for the night was to be a general dogsbody - fetching drinks, food and helping to organise the 'I Love TV' quiz and sell raffle tickets to raise as much moolah for The Network as possible. I was put in charge of The Guardian's table and they were a lovely bunch of people. After sternly telling them that I expected a lot from their sizeable brains, the quiz began - hosted, by the way, by Colin Murray. Those of you that know me will know that his presence pleased me in a number of different ways.


I did not take this photo, I'm just adding pretty illustrations.

The Guardian table was placed between the Endemol and Tiger Aspect tables, which I found quite amusing. It was avoidance on one side and general lusting towards the other side.

About half way through the quiz, things were a little quiet until one of the Guardian folks asked this question: "Is it part of your job to get answers from the other teams for us?" Obviously, this was my prompt to stealthily creep over to the TA table and sneak a look at their answers and then dramatically tip-toe back over to my table. It was the crime of the century until...

"CHEAT!"

Yep, that was one of the Chief Executives of the television production company that are currently in the process (hopefully still) of trying to find me some sort of job.

"BOOOOO!"

Yep, that's the rapidly drunkening entirety of the television industry congregated in a function room at BAFTA.

"WHAT'S ALL THIS?"

Colin Murray on the freaking microphone so that the tables in the far corners who may have missed it all could join in.

"I have no earthly idea what you're talking about."

My response as I may have blushed a little.

"OFF! OFF! OFF!"

The television industry again.

Now, please picture me with my arms outstretched and a look of indignant innocence on my face. Then I started laughing my head off and scuffing the floor as though I truly regretted my actions. The quiz eventually continued but every time the Guardian table was mentioned from then on in (they came 6th in the end, the surprise winners being Channel 5), we were soundly booed. Marvellous stuff.

And I do believe the editor of Newsnight wandered over sometime later on to laugh at me.

So, that's my little London tale. I had better pop off now because, as I haven't finished any of my pathetic writing attempts recently, I have decided to enter the Royal Court Young Writers festival with an entry rushed together over the next three days to see what happens. You get feedback it even if you come no where near winning, which I clearly won't as I have no idea what I'm going to write about.

Oh, there's a lovely article about Vancouver in today's Independent which you should all check out. I really need to go back there, it's a wonderful place... Le sigh.

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Current Music: The Needle and the Damage Done - Neil Young ]]> euripidean http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=10 First release http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=9 Sun, 25 May 2008 06:25:36 GMT Please excuse me if I put a pinky wrong, but it is my first release, and I don't have anyone's permission, and I'm as afraid of the RIAA as much as the other half.

But I kinda got the idea that the A3 community like to share, and this one just fell from heaven into my lap.

A bit of a story:

I'm a Linux guy: gvim, grep and gimp, the full gvetch. But didn't the screen die on me last week ? Well, officially yes, it died on company time, and the company have accepted the loss graciously and a new one is one the way. I've asked for an Apple, they are haggling over price.

But actually no: it's just zombied. I bring it home, try it on the TV - see nothing. Try it on the VGA screen, nothing, ... oh dear, reboot to Windows, try it on the VGA. Fuck !

Bring it back to the TV, plug in reboot and, it works again ! Double-fuck.

So, here I am with half a week off sick, no family, and The Dark Side is the only one I can see ?

Ah well, better try out the new music software then. (like the Devil with the tunes, Gates got the tools). And I've been waiting to try out the new MusicIP beta. Works nearly as well as the Linux version does, but it has one annoying bug/feature:

You start a mix from song A to song B, and the software fills in 7, 1, 23, ... songs in between as appropriate. The mixing was fine, and very interesting. Tools to refine the mix are way ahead of anything else I've seen. And the tools do "refine" the mix, it's not just "remove David Bowie", it is "less like David Bowie".

When you play the mix it plays the start and end song at the same time :-(
Very annoying, and I couldn't turn the damn "feature" off. I learned to start it up, brew a coffee, go out into the rain for a fag, come back a

Hang on

"Love Will Tear Us Apart", Alabama 3 (from January)
"Give My Love To Rose", Johnny Cash (from American IV, probably)

have a certain twang in common.

Luckily I was on The Dark Side, with Multiquence at hand, followed by a little smoothing with Goldwave, and

well I've done a lot of mixing for myself, and apologies to the rightsholders, cos it's just a mix, but I need some feedback. I would like to offer it to my mother for her birthday on June 20th.

But I couldn't do that on just me thinking it was good, so I'd like some feedback on this:

http://www.4shared.com/file/48838005...or_Granny.html ]]> jlfrummond http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=9 Bloggity Blog Blog. http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=6 Sat, 17 May 2008 19:14:50 GMT Thought I'd just post my Livejournal blogs straight here until I am imaginative enough to write TWO.

This must be the longest blog in the making. I tried to start this bloody thing when I returned from London and became distracted then I tried again and ended up on the phone to Liz instead. Right. Let's try it again, third time's the charm and all that. I saved what I had written before Liz called so I will try to carry on from that point...

Right, let's see if I can remember what the hell I was going to be blathering on about here before I went off, ate Steak Frites at Cafe Rouge (fit!), danced myself to death at Federation (the music was shit but...yeah, whatev.), recovered with the fat bastard breakfast from hell (at 5 the following afternoon) and went out for a bite to eat with folk from work and a couple of drinks on Canal Street this evening [Tuesday]. Again. Bloody place with its convenient outdoor seating...

I suppose I may have wanted to talk about my visit to Londinium and, more specifically, the Vale of Brixtonia. Oh yes, I had already started to jabber on about all that, hadn't I? Erm, yes. Well, I had a rather marvellous time and, now that the threatening spectre of work looms over me like the visage of a bear did over Republican Americans during the Cold War; I remember my time daaaarn Saaaarf all the more fondly. Oh, how wonderous those days of youthful exuberance were! How I frolicked and skipped down Coldharbour Lane, how I was ID'd at the bar in The Albert and how firmly my shades were placed onto my face the next day.

Oh, hang on a minute...
So that was where Liz interrupted - she's feeling a little down at the moment because Liam's working away a lot and work is shit, hopefully she will come to Manc Land to visit soon and we can let her hair down a little!

Anyway, so - London. Fuck. I actually just sat down on my bed to wait for Dilated Peoples' Expansion Team to be imported into iTunes and FELL ASLEEP. Grrrr. London, London, London...

Right. Now it is the 17th of May. It is therefore about two weeks since I returned from London and I have also been there again since. I will finish this post if it kills me. Fortunately, the chances of that happening are quite slim so I'm just going to sit here and type bollocks until it's done. To get it out of the way first, I'm going to concentrate what was going to be an entire post about the Hope Not Hate gig (complete with the fantastic title I had come up with two posts ago) into a few sentences which will not do the event any justice at all.

I arrived in London at about half twelve on the 30th of April because for some unknown reason I had decided to deny myself a lie-in. Once in London I did my usual meandering about and popped to Foyles, walked past the Tiger Aspect Headquarters forlornly and got rained on in Soho before (wisely because I wasn't going to eat again for about two days - theatrical wink) grabbing a bite to eat in China Town. Eventually I headed over to Oval and the hotel that SG and I were staying in for the night. Once there, SG got ready. Four hours later, (hee!) we set off for T'Albert for a pre-gig drink or three:



It doesn't actually look like that anymore, it's been painted green. I like the Albert, not least because it is the A3 fan meeting ground but it seems like a genuinely nice pub. A good mix of friendly people seem to congregate there. Apart from when bearded Mackems start fights (!)... I'll come to that later. We met up with a fair few folk in T'Albert: Pam (with her shoulder all dislocated and fractured. Yowch.), AA, Freebase, Chris, Stevie, TopChick from the official site (who may glue her hat on next time we meet), Dave (who had just come back from seeing Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds in Paris - git.) and a rather disappointing FatJesus who was neither fat, nor Jesus like. I demanded that he shove drawing pins in his hands to get some stigmata going on but he was having NONE of it. Pleh.

After a few bevvies it was off to the Academy in time to hopefully catch Misty in Roots before the Bamas were due to do their set. (I've just realised that this has actually become a quite detailed account. Who would've thunk it?) I went in to the Box Office with Pam because we both had to pick up tickets and Pam wanted to see if she could go into the disabled...enclosure?...Eek, no. Anyway, the gig wasn't sold out so she could stand at the back but very kindly let me lollop to the front where I met up with AA and her friends. Things begin to get a little hazy from here on in but Misty in Roots were awesome and it was not long before I was wanky dancing to reggae - a whole new form of wanky dancing. Alabama 3 then did an unfortunately short set. There were a couple of problems with the sound and mikes but they souljahed (meh) on and the set - it could have just been AA and mine's perspectives at the time - was really funky! Loved the version of 'Hello I'm Johnny Cash', the instrumental intro and I do believe that 'Up Above My Head' is becoming one of my favourite live songs. Danced like a fooooooool, using poor Chris as some sort of launch pad.

As we were leaving the Academy to head to Jamm I was delighted to bump into Sean who had come straight to the gig from a Chelsea game. I sprinted some of the way to Jamm and apparently set off a speed camera. I think not. Ah, Jamm, Jamm, Jamm. Gets hazier here on in. I danced with many folks and finally managed to meet ZoraLusa who had come over from the states to see the gig. Got to see Larry's TAFTA (Welsh Bafta) that he won for his work on a Welsh language drama soundtrack, which was pretty cool. More dancing, more drinking, more aimless meandering around the building and chatting shit to anyone and everyone. Fun times! SG headed to the hotel at about 5am and I followed at about half 5, having not realised that when she left the after party was dying down a little. I slept a little and then we checked out and headed into the sun.

We grabbed a bite to eat (oh, yes - I did eat actually) which almost destroyed me, even though I only had soup. Once digesting, I trotted to Pimlico or Pimleeeeko, as I had been calling it, to check into the hostel that I was staying in on the second night. Not a bad place, actually. I tubed it straight back to Brixton to go to T'Albert for afternoon drinkies and managed one bottle of beer. SG went over to Stevie's to dump her stuff so I was sat with AA, Fluffy, Marianne and Jim - who kept trying to start a fight with some suited bloke in the beer garden after Jim had spilt AA's drink, refused to buy her another and then kicked off when the suited bloke said that he was out of order. Wahey.

AA, Ifor Engine, Mrs Ifor and I went off to the Ritzy to let things calm down. There's an exhibition by Jay Enkelmann of Alabama 3 portraits - featuring Dwayne and Larry. They were awesome. It's probably illegal but here's one of my favourites, of Larry being Rob:


We went back to the Albert but things were still a little rife so Jim had to leave. We then had a good old fashioned sing song with suited bloke's guitar and me on lead vocals singing 'Torn' by Natalie Imbruglia, of all fucking things. I feel for everyone in Brixton because there is basically one thing I can do with my voice and that is PROJECT. Ouch.

SG and Stevie returned and we began what turned out to be a rather convoluted journey to Brick Lane to go to see Nick's Exhibition of Death Masks and the unplugged line-up play. Unfortunately, I crashed somewhere on the District Line becoming more tired than I've been in a long time in the space of about ten minutes so I had to bug out, traipsing back to the hostel and collapsing on the bed fully dressed. I slept for about ten hours. Sweeeeeet. So that was my most recent Alabama 3 tripule, I hope you enjoyed.

I also met up with my mate Steve in London and had lunch, I also walked around Notting Hill and Ladbroke Grove for aaaages. Jesus there are some honking houses around there. I felt like a peasant of old - it was a quite liberating feeling.

I suppose I should also briefly mention (if I can do anything briefly today, crikey) FIsher and Lee's birthday night out to Federation, which was basically a big gay dance club night that was held on the 4th of May at the Ritz in Manchester. The night was okay because I was fairly libated before I left Barrfield Towers - thanks to this bloody stuff:



AVOID AT ALL COSTS!

Some damn fool gave me too much of this. We started off in Queer on Canal Street and then went to the Ritz. As soon as we got there, I popped to the toilets with a few people, lost them, ended up upstairs and had to wind my way through sweaty (ugh), half-naked (yay!) men to find everyone. The first couple of hours dancing were a bit naff but eventually the fun times kicked in, with a little bit of help from some shiny fire eaters. I don't think I'd go again but I'm glad I went.

Right, this post is mega long so I'll hold off on recounting my most recent trip to London for now. You will all have to wait until next time to hear about I was soundly booed by many television executives in the middle of BAFTA.

Ooh, cliffhanger!

J.
Tags: federation., hope not hate


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Current Music: Life Story (Jazz Hop Mix) - Angie Stone ]]> euripidean http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=6 Hello http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=5 Fri, 09 May 2008 17:42:16 GMT Not much of a blogger have calligraphy site www.paminbrixton.co.uk not the best of photos one day will sort it out or get a proper site made Not much of a blogger have calligraphy site www.paminbrixton.co.uk not the best of photos one day will sort it out or get a proper site made ]]> paminbrixton http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=5 last post! http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=4 Mon, 05 May 2008 01:36:32 GMT LMFAO! and y'all know why (the associations of the title and the thread from which it came). anyway, i find it way too time-consuming to post a blog to FreeA3, keep up teh pink site, twit away at

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and think of shit to write here. so i'm pretty sure, this is the last time i'll be here posting cuz i already have a site, a twit (for my own nefarious purposes) &c. no offence to Chuck; i know from many other sites that this is a very popular feature. ]]> Slum Goddess http://freea3.org/forums/blog.php?b=4