Merry Christmas to Readers on the other side of the Dateline
Hey all,
Thursday night I colonised a table at the Devonshire Arms to write some reviews that I was having trouble putting together. While I was scribbling I inadvertantly got talking to some New Media types who liked my jacket (the black patrol jacket with the badges). Turns out they both work for an online web community behind-the-scenes kinda thing, and one of them pulled out his Nokia N-something to show me the mobile accessing capabilities that had just been launced in the states and here in England.
The important thing is that one of them told me that said online community was looking for music writers, and he gave me his card for me to get in contact with him so that I could pitch my skills to those in charge of content. Neato.
Then I took a tube to Westminster and discovered that while it was still very foggy, it wasn't quite spooky-foggy enough to justify snapping Big Ben. Oh well.
Friday I stayed in, shopping for food at Tesco (absolute bedlam) then watching Qi (Stephen Fry in great form!) and Jonathan Ross. On the latter Richard Hammond made an appearance, demonstrating again how miraculously he apparently escaped serious injury, Though I couldn't help noticing a subnote of terror that passed through him at points during the interview... something along the lines of 'I know I'm okay, I'm sure of it... I think'.
Whatever. I'm just happy he's alive. Me and the rest of Britain.
Also Friday: an Alternative Mag Photog sent me a message asking if I was available to catch a French Band in Camden the next night, possibly to review the show. I replied positively, more because I wanted to see a different Alt Mag photog than the one I always work with. Writing for Alt Mag can be like being in a terrorist cell sometimes: it's almost like if we're captured we won't be able to identify any more contributors.
Saturday I polished the reviews, sent off the Dragonforce review and headed into Camden. The band turned out to be pretty crap (no need to review them, because not much nice that we can say), but the photographer was cool. We wound up going to The New Intrepid Fox on Denmark Street, where we swapped stories about our experiences and ran into Regis.
Pretty good.
Today I polish and send the other reviews.
I'm going to have a quiet Christmas here in Leytonstone, probably sending out Christmas Messages to all and sundry but not getting silly in any respect.
I'm also going to make a list of New Year's Resolutions and another list of Goals For The New Year.
Over and out,
-J
Thursday night I colonised a table at the Devonshire Arms to write some reviews that I was having trouble putting together. While I was scribbling I inadvertantly got talking to some New Media types who liked my jacket (the black patrol jacket with the badges). Turns out they both work for an online web community behind-the-scenes kinda thing, and one of them pulled out his Nokia N-something to show me the mobile accessing capabilities that had just been launced in the states and here in England.
The important thing is that one of them told me that said online community was looking for music writers, and he gave me his card for me to get in contact with him so that I could pitch my skills to those in charge of content. Neato.
Then I took a tube to Westminster and discovered that while it was still very foggy, it wasn't quite spooky-foggy enough to justify snapping Big Ben. Oh well.
Friday I stayed in, shopping for food at Tesco (absolute bedlam) then watching Qi (Stephen Fry in great form!) and Jonathan Ross. On the latter Richard Hammond made an appearance, demonstrating again how miraculously he apparently escaped serious injury, Though I couldn't help noticing a subnote of terror that passed through him at points during the interview... something along the lines of 'I know I'm okay, I'm sure of it... I think'.
Whatever. I'm just happy he's alive. Me and the rest of Britain.
Also Friday: an Alternative Mag Photog sent me a message asking if I was available to catch a French Band in Camden the next night, possibly to review the show. I replied positively, more because I wanted to see a different Alt Mag photog than the one I always work with. Writing for Alt Mag can be like being in a terrorist cell sometimes: it's almost like if we're captured we won't be able to identify any more contributors.
Saturday I polished the reviews, sent off the Dragonforce review and headed into Camden. The band turned out to be pretty crap (no need to review them, because not much nice that we can say), but the photographer was cool. We wound up going to The New Intrepid Fox on Denmark Street, where we swapped stories about our experiences and ran into Regis.
Pretty good.
Today I polish and send the other reviews.
I'm going to have a quiet Christmas here in Leytonstone, probably sending out Christmas Messages to all and sundry but not getting silly in any respect.
I'm also going to make a list of New Year's Resolutions and another list of Goals For The New Year.
Over and out,
-J
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