Hey All
Hey,
For the past two nights I have managed to arrive in Leicester Square too late in the evening to catch the new Bond Film (actually, to be honest it was the massive crowds that put me off... I don't like to be crowded at the cinema, and I like to choose where I get to sit).
No matter, I'll catch it some other time, and Bond Movies have been a shaky concept since before I was born.
Yesterday morning I was up in my room when I heard the Mail Slot creak. Downstairs I found a letter from the DWP telling me that I had an appointment that day at 1030. Check my watch: 1130. Fuck. Fucking Fuck.
I called the number, explained the situation and rescheduled the appointment for that afternoon, but still, between the DWP and Royal Mail, I do believe somebody should alert Jim Henson's Estate, because someone is running an unauthorized Muppet House.
Speaking of Muppets, a friend of mine from Brisbane alerted me to this, which looks very cool.
And speaking of Very Cool, while I was printing off the application letters to show the DWP, I got messaged by Alt Mag asking if I wanted a pass to cover Hatebreed the next night (tonight, at time of writing). Hatebreed were a favourite band of mine back in the day, and reviewing them will be a doddle (just use the words Brutal, Hardcore, Angry and Baseball Cap in any order, and I'm there).
So naturally I jumped at the opportunity and messaged Thee Ed back fast as I could.
The show is tonight, should be cool.
Just before I got a message asking if tomorrow night I wanted to cover the Backyard Babies, a Swedish hard rock/punk outfit featuring ex members of The Hellacopters. Two nights in a row.
Groovy.
Resisting the temptation to write PRESS on a piece of card and stick it in the brim of my trilby.
Over and out.
-J
For the past two nights I have managed to arrive in Leicester Square too late in the evening to catch the new Bond Film (actually, to be honest it was the massive crowds that put me off... I don't like to be crowded at the cinema, and I like to choose where I get to sit).
No matter, I'll catch it some other time, and Bond Movies have been a shaky concept since before I was born.
Yesterday morning I was up in my room when I heard the Mail Slot creak. Downstairs I found a letter from the DWP telling me that I had an appointment that day at 1030. Check my watch: 1130. Fuck. Fucking Fuck.
I called the number, explained the situation and rescheduled the appointment for that afternoon, but still, between the DWP and Royal Mail, I do believe somebody should alert Jim Henson's Estate, because someone is running an unauthorized Muppet House.
Speaking of Muppets, a friend of mine from Brisbane alerted me to this, which looks very cool.
And speaking of Very Cool, while I was printing off the application letters to show the DWP, I got messaged by Alt Mag asking if I wanted a pass to cover Hatebreed the next night (tonight, at time of writing). Hatebreed were a favourite band of mine back in the day, and reviewing them will be a doddle (just use the words Brutal, Hardcore, Angry and Baseball Cap in any order, and I'm there).
So naturally I jumped at the opportunity and messaged Thee Ed back fast as I could.
The show is tonight, should be cool.
Just before I got a message asking if tomorrow night I wanted to cover the Backyard Babies, a Swedish hard rock/punk outfit featuring ex members of The Hellacopters. Two nights in a row.
Groovy.
Resisting the temptation to write PRESS on a piece of card and stick it in the brim of my trilby.
Over and out.
-J
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