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Interesting past 24 hrs.
Eschewing all logical courses of action, last night I made my way to the University Of London Union Bar (or ULU, pronounced YOO-LOO) and saw Queen Adreena play a set.
And despite arriving fashionably last and the venue being full of Indie Hipster Students, the show was great.
Seriously. One of those shows which reminds you what a good live band is actually supposed to look like.
The band were tighter than I expected, with more swing and groove but still with a deranged punk/blues edge. But the real star of the show (besides Crispin Gray the guitarist) was Katie Jane Garside, who was pretty damn amazing as a frontwoman.
There were downsides to the gig... aformentioned Student Hipsters, some of whom were convinced they were badass because they were 17 and drinking in a licenced venue. A burly bloke in a Slayer shirt who insisted on making his own shove pit and crowd surfing, stage diving fat girls. With big shoes.
I've always stuck by the theory that if you are above a certain size or more than a certain weight, stage diving and crowd surfing is a stupid thing to do. And I believe that does extend to girls.
Still I had a great time.
And I got home by midnight. Just.
Today I managed to get to work on time. Just.
And I even had time for a shower today. Hooray.
Work itself was an interesting affair (although when I have I had anything resembling a day entirely devoid of interesting occurrences(sp?) in this job).
Basically most of the clerks were in a meeting in Westminster to discuss some really important point of Law or something. As in every Clerk in London. So every overnight in North London was sent to Highbury, and only two courts were operating.
And guess who was operating in one of those two courtrooms?
Bingo.
Every court in North London.
And most of them didn't actually send the right documents until the last minute.
So the court didn't actually get underway until 1100 or 1130.
And guess who had to calm the baying hordes?
Miraculously I managed to pull most of it through and lived through the morning.
The afternoon was supposed to be a training day, but because the overnight list was still going I had to keep the court going while the rest of the staff in the building (plus the list caller in the other court) did what I later found out was a Murder Mystery Afternoon Team Building Exercise.
I'm not sure whether I'm sorry I missed it.
In the courtroom I got to see a man who had been harassing and threatening his ex girlfriend get sent down for some hard time. Gratifying, especially as he lost his temper and nearly starting fighting the (female) jailers.
Bear in mind that even the Female Jailers are far tougher than I. Still no excuse. It was gratifying to know he was going to serve time.
This afternoon I went shopping, buying some more black trousers and some more red shirts.
And a pouch for the digital camera.
After buying the new Terrorizer magazine at Borders on Oxford St I talked to a girl at the counter about working at Borders and when they might be hiring again.
She told me that they hadn't replaced some people who had left because of the slowdown of Highstreet Trade (post London Bombings etc) but they had recently hired some full-timers and the next time they would be hiring would be November: Temps for Christmas.
Interesting.
Anyways, time for me to go.
Over and out.
J
Interesting past 24 hrs.
Eschewing all logical courses of action, last night I made my way to the University Of London Union Bar (or ULU, pronounced YOO-LOO) and saw Queen Adreena play a set.
And despite arriving fashionably last and the venue being full of Indie Hipster Students, the show was great.
Seriously. One of those shows which reminds you what a good live band is actually supposed to look like.
The band were tighter than I expected, with more swing and groove but still with a deranged punk/blues edge. But the real star of the show (besides Crispin Gray the guitarist) was Katie Jane Garside, who was pretty damn amazing as a frontwoman.
There were downsides to the gig... aformentioned Student Hipsters, some of whom were convinced they were badass because they were 17 and drinking in a licenced venue. A burly bloke in a Slayer shirt who insisted on making his own shove pit and crowd surfing, stage diving fat girls. With big shoes.
I've always stuck by the theory that if you are above a certain size or more than a certain weight, stage diving and crowd surfing is a stupid thing to do. And I believe that does extend to girls.
Still I had a great time.
And I got home by midnight. Just.
Today I managed to get to work on time. Just.
And I even had time for a shower today. Hooray.
Work itself was an interesting affair (although when I have I had anything resembling a day entirely devoid of interesting occurrences(sp?) in this job).
Basically most of the clerks were in a meeting in Westminster to discuss some really important point of Law or something. As in every Clerk in London. So every overnight in North London was sent to Highbury, and only two courts were operating.
And guess who was operating in one of those two courtrooms?
Bingo.
Every court in North London.
And most of them didn't actually send the right documents until the last minute.
So the court didn't actually get underway until 1100 or 1130.
And guess who had to calm the baying hordes?
Miraculously I managed to pull most of it through and lived through the morning.
The afternoon was supposed to be a training day, but because the overnight list was still going I had to keep the court going while the rest of the staff in the building (plus the list caller in the other court) did what I later found out was a Murder Mystery Afternoon Team Building Exercise.
I'm not sure whether I'm sorry I missed it.
In the courtroom I got to see a man who had been harassing and threatening his ex girlfriend get sent down for some hard time. Gratifying, especially as he lost his temper and nearly starting fighting the (female) jailers.
Bear in mind that even the Female Jailers are far tougher than I. Still no excuse. It was gratifying to know he was going to serve time.
This afternoon I went shopping, buying some more black trousers and some more red shirts.
And a pouch for the digital camera.
After buying the new Terrorizer magazine at Borders on Oxford St I talked to a girl at the counter about working at Borders and when they might be hiring again.
She told me that they hadn't replaced some people who had left because of the slowdown of Highstreet Trade (post London Bombings etc) but they had recently hired some full-timers and the next time they would be hiring would be November: Temps for Christmas.
Interesting.
Anyways, time for me to go.
Over and out.
J
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