The Ladytron concert on Thursday night at the Astoria was absolutely brilliant. It was well worth the entire ticket price to see them.
The opening band, the Fat Truckers were - to be perfectly honest - absolute shite. I felt sorry they had such an 'off' crowd that night but they didn't exactly do much to turn them on. I don't know what was wrong with them - the audience and the band. To me they took some dirty big beat from old Fatboy Slim and some Add[N] to[X] and tried to do a Stereo MC's dirty, squelchy electro-punk thing with spoken word and apparently deep references to modern office terminology and technical vocabulary. The frontman did 'the running man' and did bizarre xtc-tweaker miming of using a mouse and a keyboard. It was very very sad. They'd obviously done far too many narcotics, believed they had a profound message about the state of the modern world. Sorry, angst and social commentary was done better before. I wouldn't pay money to see them. You shouldn't either.
DJ Erol Alkan spun in between the two bands, about 40 minutes of some good stuff. I wish I'd brought my copy of his mix CD so he could sign it.
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But Ladytron...Ladytron are a different thing entirely. They had such a great look, a great presence and a great sound. Helen Marnie is soooooooo cute!!!
I am seriously considering getting their latest album 'Light & Magic'. I didn't even know they did a cover of Tweet's 'Oops, Oh My'. It's bloody excellent in a harder Kraftwerk meets Depeche Mode style.
The highlight of the evening was to see Helen really get into this one song "For your leisure/What's your pleasure?", and she had this amazing shag-bowl haircut and it bobbed like right out of a shampoo commercial, she'd take the microphone up, put one arm akimbo on her hip and do this combo hip-swing standing-march....it was soooo fucking sexy and adorable you wouldn't believe. I screamed out "I want to be your BIIIIITCH!" at Helen. But I was a bit far back so unfortunately I didn't quite get to make the fool of myself just to see her laugh at that. Helen has the look down my friends, she is stylo-milo and cute. And of course, that Liverpool accent. Yum.
Go see them, they are much more energetic than you think from all those squeaky clean videos and filtered, sanitized sounds on MTV.
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Well it's really really warm. Yesterday me and Sarah went to Reading to check it out. The University grounds and building are a little run down actually. It's mostly pre-War and 1960's architecture (that really ugly cinderblock and tall, skinny windows functionalism style). Of course it's the education that counts. The University has it's own lake and we tried the cafeteria food, good stuff.
Everything seems A-OK with money matters.
We visited my future living quarters, Wells Hall. It's a very attractive quadrangle of apartments.
Downtown Reading is very beautiful and modern. They have this huge building called the Oracle which is a very modern, beautifully designed building with stores, restaurants and several curvy bridges spanning a tributary of the River Thames. I think you'd get a kick out of all the small pre-War houses with the bay windows which are like a signature here in England. I love my bay windows.
There are so many hot chicks here. Oh and get this. I will be living near an all-girls school! Reading appears to have only single-sex schools. And all the girls schools are in MY part of town. Woohoo!!!! Jail-bait!!!! 
HAHAHAHA!!!! They have this really stylish school uniform for this one school. It's a deep wine red sweater, blue-grey blouse and these very sexy black flared trousers that make all their legs look long and flattered their rumps. Yep, I'll be doing a whole shitload of studying hahahha!
I was making eyes at a couple girls. One was exotic. She was like an exotic Brazilian-esque version of Keri Russell from that show, Felicity. She had these amazing eyes that mixed brown and blue. Just amazing. And you know what? She realised I was checking her out and gave this really shy smile back before retreating into a McDonald's. I felt so flattered about that. I'm still not used to girls reacting favourably to me when I show interest.
The train ride is also really short into London. Just 25 minutes. Really fast. The bus system in Reading though is screwed and doesn't make sense yet.
The opening band, the Fat Truckers were - to be perfectly honest - absolute shite. I felt sorry they had such an 'off' crowd that night but they didn't exactly do much to turn them on. I don't know what was wrong with them - the audience and the band. To me they took some dirty big beat from old Fatboy Slim and some Add[N] to[X] and tried to do a Stereo MC's dirty, squelchy electro-punk thing with spoken word and apparently deep references to modern office terminology and technical vocabulary. The frontman did 'the running man' and did bizarre xtc-tweaker miming of using a mouse and a keyboard. It was very very sad. They'd obviously done far too many narcotics, believed they had a profound message about the state of the modern world. Sorry, angst and social commentary was done better before. I wouldn't pay money to see them. You shouldn't either.
DJ Erol Alkan spun in between the two bands, about 40 minutes of some good stuff. I wish I'd brought my copy of his mix CD so he could sign it.
***!!!
But Ladytron...Ladytron are a different thing entirely. They had such a great look, a great presence and a great sound. Helen Marnie is soooooooo cute!!!
I am seriously considering getting their latest album 'Light & Magic'. I didn't even know they did a cover of Tweet's 'Oops, Oh My'. It's bloody excellent in a harder Kraftwerk meets Depeche Mode style.
The highlight of the evening was to see Helen really get into this one song "For your leisure/What's your pleasure?", and she had this amazing shag-bowl haircut and it bobbed like right out of a shampoo commercial, she'd take the microphone up, put one arm akimbo on her hip and do this combo hip-swing standing-march....it was soooo fucking sexy and adorable you wouldn't believe.
I screamed out "I want to be your BIIIIITCH!" at Helen. But I was a bit far back so unfortunately I didn't quite get to make the fool of myself just to see her laugh at that. Helen has the look down my friends, she is stylo-milo and cute. And of course, that Liverpool accent. Yum.
Go see them, they are much more energetic than you think from all those squeaky clean videos and filtered, sanitized sounds on MTV.
***
Well it's really really warm. Yesterday me and Sarah went to Reading to check it out. The University grounds and building are a little run down actually. It's mostly pre-War and 1960's architecture (that really ugly cinderblock and tall, skinny windows functionalism style). Of course it's the education that counts. The University has it's own lake and we tried the cafeteria food, good stuff.
Everything seems A-OK with money matters.
We visited my future living quarters, Wells Hall. It's a very attractive quadrangle of apartments.
Downtown Reading is very beautiful and modern. They have this huge building called the Oracle which is a very modern, beautifully designed building with stores, restaurants and several curvy bridges spanning a tributary of the River Thames. I think you'd get a kick out of all the small pre-War houses with the bay windows which are like a signature here in England. I love my bay windows.
There are so many hot chicks here.
Oh and get this. I will be living near an all-girls school! Reading appears to have only single-sex schools. And all the girls schools are in MY part of town. Woohoo!!!! Jail-bait!!!!
HAHAHAHA!!!! They have this really stylish school uniform for this one school. It's a deep wine red sweater, blue-grey blouse and these very sexy black flared trousers that make all their legs look long and flattered their rumps. Yep, I'll be doing a whole shitload of studying hahahha!
I was making eyes at a couple girls. One was exotic. She was like an exotic Brazilian-esque version of Keri Russell from that show, Felicity. She had these amazing eyes that mixed brown and blue.
Just amazing. And you know what? She realised I was checking her out and gave this really shy smile back before retreating into a McDonald's. I felt so flattered about that. I'm still not used to girls reacting favourably to me when I show interest.
The train ride is also really short into London. Just 25 minutes. Really fast. The bus system in Reading though is screwed and doesn't make sense yet.
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maelwys:
I don't think that any bus system in England makes sense!
siara:
Sounds like you are having an excellent time in London!.. so when do you start your course?? and next to an all-grrls school!.. hehe.. lucky you 
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