Month: November 2013

It’s Cold

Winter’s here, and it’s cold.

Three recent gigs…

Art Brut – who I saw last year, and was fairly impressed by.  This time, discovered that all the seemingly random banter, stories, etc… not so much.  Last year’s gig is a bit fuzzy in the memory (I believe I was concussed that night) – but I believe that all the gaps are filled now, from watching this year’s word-for-word repeat.  Summary: Disappointed.

Savages – went to see them on the back of them being short-listed for the Mercury Prize.  Decent enough music, but possibly the worst group of fans I’ve ever encountered.  Just… awful.  I don’t know how to describe how/why… but somehow I was turned into elderly judgemental woman, screwing my nose up and using a stick to keep people from brushing against me.  Summary: Distaste.

Future Of The Left – at gay nightclub Heaven.  Where I also saw Band of Skulls last year.  And I guess it’s making a bit more sense, as both bands could nearly be described as “Cock Rock”, at a first listen.  Except they both have hot female bass players.  (Well – probably not that hot… but put a woman on stage, with a bass guitar… and I’m happy).  Anyway – the gig.  Good… surprisingly good.  I wasn’t expecting much – as I seemed to recall I only really listened to the albums because of the singer’s previous band – Mclusky, and hadn’t enjoyed the new incarnation as much.  But it was good… they played a few Mclusky songs, which was good… but the whole gig was rather good.  Just… fun.  And next time there’s a gig at Heaven, I now know – thanks to the helpful barman who gave me the advice – I can buy a bottle of wine, and just leave it behind the bar for refills.  Probably saving myself a whole pound or two.  (The effort gone to to avoid homophobic jokes and/or openings for jokes in that was considerable.)  Summary: pleasantly surprised.

Other news: I’ve downloaded and printed off the 59-page form for applying for “Indefinite Leave to Remain” in the UK.  And bought the book to teach me about “Life in the UK”… as I need to pass a test that I know how to be British.  Once again – lots of effort being put in as regards not making any of the obvious jokes.


My German fortune cookie:   “You are quite organized in your business relations”

(I opened/read that, while sitting on my couch, in my pants (in the english sense of the word), trying to work – struggling because of what I suspect is a broken finger – from being what I believe is referred to as “falling down drunk” last night.)

Anyway – yeah, ummm… went to Germany last week, for a spot of work.  I felt like I wasted my and everybody else’s time… but apparently the folks were pleased.  Didn’t see much of the country – staying in an apartment on the office ‘campus’ – 30 minute walk to the local village, Kronberg.  Spent Friday night in Frankfurt itself, had a wee look around on Saturday before flying home.  Good market, Frankfurt.  With yerba mate, chocolate covered coffee beans, wasabi peas, and fish from New Zealand, apparently -and a free gift of stereotype-affirming fortune cookie.

Other stereotypical things I checked off…. schnitzel, frankfurters, beer. green sauce, sauerkraut.