Hey All
Hey,
Went to Ministry last night. Despite having a gallery ticket, I somehow went throw the wrong door and wound up on the floor. My lifelong talent for falling through the cracks of carefully constructed systems comes in handy sometimes.
(though it is a real seahunt at others... like the first day of Grade Eight, not being able to figure out why I was in a room full of people speaking Japanese when I was sure I was down for French).
Anyways, the show was pretty damn good, though I think it was actually better when they headlined the Big Day Out all those years ago (when Al sprayed the crowd with red wine during So What and the mosh was so intense I thought I was literally going to die).
Maybe I've just had my face blown off so many times by SixFtHick, Dillinger Escape Plan, Nitzer Ebb and all those other bands in the running for the Best Live Band award that something I would have considered amazing ten years ago doesn't blow me away anymore.
In any case, The Electro Rose got to hang with Al Jourgensen afterwards, and I chilled in a North Camden Pub called Quinn's with a bunch of friends. By the end of the set I had been soaked in water and sweat (mostly other peoples, ugh!) so to stave off hypothermia I bought a Ministry Tour Shirt. At least I had a good excuse fro buying merch for once.
Other news:
My broadband is activated at BT HQ, but it isn't set up in my room yet, since I wasn't awake to collect the package (with the router and the drivers etc) yesterday. The British Mail folk left a card saying 'Special Delivery for Jason Logan' but I didn't find it today 'til half one... the depot closes at one... fuckers).
Anyways, I'll make sure that I've got it tomorrow.
Another story:
Yesterday I came down to the kitchen to discover my Swedish flatmate looking pretty ashen. Here's why: he works in the Jobcentre up at Stratford (not the one a Leytonstone), and that particular jobcentre is notorious for 'incidents'. Yesterday's incident was a drunk taking a dump in the middle of the jobcentre floor, stinking out the entire building, and shutting it down until it could be cleaned up, disinfected etc.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. With no reference to any race or creed intended, I have observed that London is full of savages. A good friend of mine put it this way 'In London you get the best of the best, and the worst of the worst.'
In any case, I'm starting to understand what was going through Earth Crisis' heads when they wrote 'Firestorm'.
I'm going home to plan my moves for the next 24 (my weekend has pretty much planned itself).
I'm thinking write reviews, skip (did the weights yesterday), write more reviews, write job applications, write another review and then go to bed.
Over and out.
J
Went to Ministry last night. Despite having a gallery ticket, I somehow went throw the wrong door and wound up on the floor. My lifelong talent for falling through the cracks of carefully constructed systems comes in handy sometimes.
(though it is a real seahunt at others... like the first day of Grade Eight, not being able to figure out why I was in a room full of people speaking Japanese when I was sure I was down for French).
Anyways, the show was pretty damn good, though I think it was actually better when they headlined the Big Day Out all those years ago (when Al sprayed the crowd with red wine during So What and the mosh was so intense I thought I was literally going to die).
Maybe I've just had my face blown off so many times by SixFtHick, Dillinger Escape Plan, Nitzer Ebb and all those other bands in the running for the Best Live Band award that something I would have considered amazing ten years ago doesn't blow me away anymore.
In any case, The Electro Rose got to hang with Al Jourgensen afterwards, and I chilled in a North Camden Pub called Quinn's with a bunch of friends. By the end of the set I had been soaked in water and sweat (mostly other peoples, ugh!) so to stave off hypothermia I bought a Ministry Tour Shirt. At least I had a good excuse fro buying merch for once.
Other news:
My broadband is activated at BT HQ, but it isn't set up in my room yet, since I wasn't awake to collect the package (with the router and the drivers etc) yesterday. The British Mail folk left a card saying 'Special Delivery for Jason Logan' but I didn't find it today 'til half one... the depot closes at one... fuckers).
Anyways, I'll make sure that I've got it tomorrow.
Another story:
Yesterday I came down to the kitchen to discover my Swedish flatmate looking pretty ashen. Here's why: he works in the Jobcentre up at Stratford (not the one a Leytonstone), and that particular jobcentre is notorious for 'incidents'. Yesterday's incident was a drunk taking a dump in the middle of the jobcentre floor, stinking out the entire building, and shutting it down until it could be cleaned up, disinfected etc.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. With no reference to any race or creed intended, I have observed that London is full of savages. A good friend of mine put it this way 'In London you get the best of the best, and the worst of the worst.'
In any case, I'm starting to understand what was going through Earth Crisis' heads when they wrote 'Firestorm'.
I'm going home to plan my moves for the next 24 (my weekend has pretty much planned itself).
I'm thinking write reviews, skip (did the weights yesterday), write more reviews, write job applications, write another review and then go to bed.
Over and out.
J
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