well i guess it's time to actually sit down and fill you all in before another weekend rolls around.
right right...
last weekend, actually i guess it would class as weekend before last now (sheesh time flies when you're a civil servant i tells you!) i went up to Birmingham for a very very very long overdue Brumfest II with the splendiforous AlwaysBeingBlue, whose username is so not fitting anymore. <kid, i've never seen you so happy!> which is mostly due i believe to the bundle of northern fabness that is Kogii. whom i met for the very first, but hopefully not last, time.
a small amount of hipster coffee shopping and general gawkery at the pretty things in plenty shops was had before it was time to head off for curry, wine and dog action at the marvellous Frankie's pad.
we hit the town and i was forced to remove my shirt in a public area (not something i make a habit of i swear). before too long we were grooving in the academy where i met many ace folks whom i was all too quiet around.
then back to Frankie's for nick cave & half caught snippets of conversations betweeen nodding out.
Sunday was for Lost, roast dinners & goodbyes.
all together magical.
LAST weekend, however, is a different story. a story i am not fully licenced to tell. ...because i don't remember a lot of it.
it was All Tomorrow's Parties weekend. the hippest party at the end of the world. pfft.
i read an article about it once that described it as having a "60's new britain by way of nazi concentration camp vibe" and i'd have to say i agree.
everywhere you looked there was a pose and a beard. somwhere around The Locust on friday i lost my mind and the remainder of the night is a blur. my friend rescued me i'm told. the rest comes in snippets which could very well be dreams. saturday was early drinking, Les Savy Fav and trying to sleep off my hangover whilst the rest of the camp banged pots and pans like they were at fucking Burning Man and the kids crammed in my chalet talked til 7am. at some point jelly was thrown at our accomodation. I've never been in such close proximity to a Bolivian though.
once, but never again. some good bands though.
check out Kill Me Tomorrow if you can actually track down their stuff.
...right, now i've made myself stupidly late for work. hope this was worth the wait. see ya kids xxx
right right...
last weekend, actually i guess it would class as weekend before last now (sheesh time flies when you're a civil servant i tells you!) i went up to Birmingham for a very very very long overdue Brumfest II with the splendiforous AlwaysBeingBlue, whose username is so not fitting anymore. <kid, i've never seen you so happy!> which is mostly due i believe to the bundle of northern fabness that is Kogii. whom i met for the very first, but hopefully not last, time.
a small amount of hipster coffee shopping and general gawkery at the pretty things in plenty shops was had before it was time to head off for curry, wine and dog action at the marvellous Frankie's pad.
we hit the town and i was forced to remove my shirt in a public area (not something i make a habit of i swear). before too long we were grooving in the academy where i met many ace folks whom i was all too quiet around.
then back to Frankie's for nick cave & half caught snippets of conversations betweeen nodding out.
Sunday was for Lost, roast dinners & goodbyes.
all together magical.
LAST weekend, however, is a different story. a story i am not fully licenced to tell. ...because i don't remember a lot of it.
it was All Tomorrow's Parties weekend. the hippest party at the end of the world. pfft.
i read an article about it once that described it as having a "60's new britain by way of nazi concentration camp vibe" and i'd have to say i agree.
everywhere you looked there was a pose and a beard. somwhere around The Locust on friday i lost my mind and the remainder of the night is a blur. my friend rescued me i'm told. the rest comes in snippets which could very well be dreams. saturday was early drinking, Les Savy Fav and trying to sleep off my hangover whilst the rest of the camp banged pots and pans like they were at fucking Burning Man and the kids crammed in my chalet talked til 7am. at some point jelly was thrown at our accomodation. I've never been in such close proximity to a Bolivian though.
once, but never again. some good bands though.
check out Kill Me Tomorrow if you can actually track down their stuff.
...right, now i've made myself stupidly late for work. hope this was worth the wait. see ya kids xxx
JD