What a Weekend!
Hey Blogophants,
As I was coming out of WH Smith today, I was set upon by one of two Israeli girls manning a stand selling Dead Sea hand care products. Eg exfoliating salt mixed with Aromatherapy oils and a special for sided nail buffer.
Since I knew I wasn't going to be buying any of this but I felt like the attention, I let the girl do her spiel, including smearing my hand with cream and the aforementioned nail buffing, exercised on my right hand forefinger nail.
As it happens, the four-sided nail buffer works really really well, and as a result ten of my nails look relatively dull while my fore finger nail is bright and shiny.
I'm concerned that this is going to raise un-askable questions in the minds of some Londoners.
Nevermind.
No post yesterday, because I wasn't home yet.
As I said in last post: I was going out to see Paradise Lost and go to Strength Through Joy.
I got to Paradise Lost just in time to see the end of Anathema's set (Anathema being the Doom-Metal band from Liverpool). They were doing a cover of Hurt by NIN that sounded a bit like James (as in the 90s indie-ish band from Manchester, big hit with Laid).
I got talking to a random bloke in a velvet jacket (named Lee) who, on hearing that I was Australian, introduced me to his friend Belinda, who I initially thought was his Girlfriend. I later found out she wasn't, how about that.
Belinda was an Australian, from Brisbane, who moved to London eight years ago. She was curious about recent developments in Brisbane (relatively recent, anyway) and we also swapped survival tips about London. She also told me all she knew about getting work in Bookshop chains. After the show she gave me her e-mail address. Neato.
From there I jumped on the Victoria Line to Highbury and Islington for Strength Through Joy. Just outside the Highbury Station was the Buffalo Bar (I think it's called) that was running a club night called 'Glamorama'.
Interesting. A club named after a Bret Easton Ellis book. I decided to pass it up and come back for American Psycho.
On to Strength Through Joy. Which was BRILLIANT. Seriously. And not just because Chris finally remembered to add my name to the guestlist.
I mean, STJ does set a pretty high standard for a night out, but this time everyone pulled out all the stops. To begin with, there were so many people there. I later found out that 124 paying customers came through the doors, 6 people off a Sold Out House. Secondly, one of Chris' friends was running an interesting projection thing off his laptop. It would project a political quote (without citing who said it, very Post-Modern) along with a trippy background. Brilliant.
Finally, I don't know whether it is all the barbells etc I've been doing, whether I was just in a good mood or whether the vibe/music was exceptionally good, but I danced like a lunatic for three hours, give or take.
I also got talking to a couple of the regulars as well as a couple of first-timers. One of the first timers was a bloke who was wearing a T-shirt for the movie Scanners, so we had a laugh about various Cronenberg movies.
One of the regulars I spoke to was a trainee barrister who, like me, is a straight male who gets mistaken for being being gay because of his delicate hand movements.
I could dedicate a ridiculous amount of type to why STJ was great, but I don't have the time.
Because I'm out of time here.
Dammit.
Over and out.
As I was coming out of WH Smith today, I was set upon by one of two Israeli girls manning a stand selling Dead Sea hand care products. Eg exfoliating salt mixed with Aromatherapy oils and a special for sided nail buffer.
Since I knew I wasn't going to be buying any of this but I felt like the attention, I let the girl do her spiel, including smearing my hand with cream and the aforementioned nail buffing, exercised on my right hand forefinger nail.
As it happens, the four-sided nail buffer works really really well, and as a result ten of my nails look relatively dull while my fore finger nail is bright and shiny.
I'm concerned that this is going to raise un-askable questions in the minds of some Londoners.
Nevermind.
No post yesterday, because I wasn't home yet.
As I said in last post: I was going out to see Paradise Lost and go to Strength Through Joy.
I got to Paradise Lost just in time to see the end of Anathema's set (Anathema being the Doom-Metal band from Liverpool). They were doing a cover of Hurt by NIN that sounded a bit like James (as in the 90s indie-ish band from Manchester, big hit with Laid).
I got talking to a random bloke in a velvet jacket (named Lee) who, on hearing that I was Australian, introduced me to his friend Belinda, who I initially thought was his Girlfriend. I later found out she wasn't, how about that.
Belinda was an Australian, from Brisbane, who moved to London eight years ago. She was curious about recent developments in Brisbane (relatively recent, anyway) and we also swapped survival tips about London. She also told me all she knew about getting work in Bookshop chains. After the show she gave me her e-mail address. Neato.
From there I jumped on the Victoria Line to Highbury and Islington for Strength Through Joy. Just outside the Highbury Station was the Buffalo Bar (I think it's called) that was running a club night called 'Glamorama'.
Interesting. A club named after a Bret Easton Ellis book. I decided to pass it up and come back for American Psycho.
On to Strength Through Joy. Which was BRILLIANT. Seriously. And not just because Chris finally remembered to add my name to the guestlist.
I mean, STJ does set a pretty high standard for a night out, but this time everyone pulled out all the stops. To begin with, there were so many people there. I later found out that 124 paying customers came through the doors, 6 people off a Sold Out House. Secondly, one of Chris' friends was running an interesting projection thing off his laptop. It would project a political quote (without citing who said it, very Post-Modern) along with a trippy background. Brilliant.
Finally, I don't know whether it is all the barbells etc I've been doing, whether I was just in a good mood or whether the vibe/music was exceptionally good, but I danced like a lunatic for three hours, give or take.
I also got talking to a couple of the regulars as well as a couple of first-timers. One of the first timers was a bloke who was wearing a T-shirt for the movie Scanners, so we had a laugh about various Cronenberg movies.
One of the regulars I spoke to was a trainee barrister who, like me, is a straight male who gets mistaken for being being gay because of his delicate hand movements.
I could dedicate a ridiculous amount of type to why STJ was great, but I don't have the time.
Because I'm out of time here.
Dammit.
Over and out.
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