Hey All
Hey Everyone.
First things first: I am thinking that I will switch this blog across to an online blogging service that is not google-search-able, mainly to protect the guilty. Namely me. True, I don't tend to write anything in here that I'm not willing to back up, but leaving it open to the search engines feels like I've left my fly down or something. If I do change it across, it will still be accessible to everyone, and I will leave a note with the new address in this blog. You just won't be able to type the names of the people I meet and find me telling stories about them (hopefully I'll be able to resist becoming a name-dropping machine again, but we'll see).
In any case, that is a project at the pre-enaction stage. And now, here is the news:
It seems that when I went down to Bognor Regis this week, I came back with a cold. I'm coughing and snotty and throaty and all that good fun. I'll hit it with vitamins etc, and I should be fine in a couple of days.
The good news is that I've finished Clockwork Orange. Finally. Like I said, the Nadsat made it heavy going (having to try to remember the meaning of every second word does tend to slow things down) but in the end I did find it worth the effort. Especially since it has a slightly different ending to the movie. With that finished, I have started on Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby Jr, but so far I am only in the introduction (written by HBj himself), which seems pretty interesting on its own.
When I was in Fopp on Thursday, I found Last Exit to Brooklyn and a copy of Catcher in the Rye for £4 and £3 respectively, so I picked them up, which also gave me an opening to pass my CV across (fingers crossed but I am still going to keep throwing out hooks).
For the In case I haven't mentioned it file: I've set myself the challenge to read fifty books this year. That equates out to roughly one book and a bit every week. Now that I have finished A Clockwork Orange, that puts me two books (or two weeks) behind schedule. I do, however, have a couple of books lined up that are short-sharp-shock paperbacks that I might be able to knock down overnight if needs be, and that oughta put me back on schedule (I did pick up a couple of paperbacks of the first three Corum Novels written by Michael Moorcock when I was in Bognor Regis this week, and besides being perfect tube books (jacket pocket perfect!) they should make for jolly good reading).
Either about my current pseudo-intellectual aspirations.
Before meeting with my cousin Katie in Camden, I chilled at the Devonshire Arms, catching up with a few pals that were meeting there before going on to either Dreadnought or to Synthetic Culture.
Hanging with Katie last night was fun, her friends from Peterborough were cool (both the ones in the band and the others who had road-tripped down to see them play their first show in Camden). Interestingly, the band performed with a Mac G5 in a roadcase running what looked like Logic (I totally forgot to ask after the set, since I was too busy dancing to the electro stuff that two other Peterborough kids were playing.
Since everyone bugged out just after half twelve, I took the bus to Tottenham Court Road and then another to London Bridge, where I managed to find SE1 and Dreadnought, which was actually okay, considering it was the last night and the crowd is typically split between there and Synthetic Culture over at King's Cross (the nice thing about Brisbane was that if you wanted to go to two different events, chances are that you could run between them inside five minutes... the bad thing about Brisbane was that finding two events that were worth running between was often pretty hard, unless you count Metal at the Basement and Hardcore at Mary Street every Wednesday (neither venue holding shows of the type anymore).
Anyways, saw some good friends there, danced about, then took a bus back to Liverpool Street area, where I waited for the N8 to take me home.
Today there was supposed to be some kind of freezing storm blowing in, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of it. Plenty of wind, no storm. Hell, last night I was able to walk around London with both my jackets undone and my scarf around me neck once in a very loose knot, the kind of scarf arrangement you see on hipster assholes whenever you try to see a band in the kind of venue they frequent.
Other random crap:
I cleaned up all the stuff on my bed earlier this week and found a couple of magazines worth re-reading, a pile of sampler CDs worth ripping and a battered second-hand copy of In the Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, that I think had been under my bed for at least six months. Naturally I had forgotten all about it, because I went to Borders and bought myself a shiny copy of In The Name of the Rose the week previous.
This entry is getting into Everything/Nothing territory, so I'll sign off here (I've got to buy food, wash clothes and finish writing reviews anyways (I wrote some pretty tight notes at the Devonshire Arms on Thursday Night, in between rapping with my pal Robert, who was DJ-ing, but I couldn't stay long because I had forgotten my keys and I needed to be back home in time for my flatmate to let me in).
Enough from me.
Over and out.
-J
First things first: I am thinking that I will switch this blog across to an online blogging service that is not google-search-able, mainly to protect the guilty. Namely me. True, I don't tend to write anything in here that I'm not willing to back up, but leaving it open to the search engines feels like I've left my fly down or something. If I do change it across, it will still be accessible to everyone, and I will leave a note with the new address in this blog. You just won't be able to type the names of the people I meet and find me telling stories about them (hopefully I'll be able to resist becoming a name-dropping machine again, but we'll see).
In any case, that is a project at the pre-enaction stage. And now, here is the news:
It seems that when I went down to Bognor Regis this week, I came back with a cold. I'm coughing and snotty and throaty and all that good fun. I'll hit it with vitamins etc, and I should be fine in a couple of days.
The good news is that I've finished Clockwork Orange. Finally. Like I said, the Nadsat made it heavy going (having to try to remember the meaning of every second word does tend to slow things down) but in the end I did find it worth the effort. Especially since it has a slightly different ending to the movie. With that finished, I have started on Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby Jr, but so far I am only in the introduction (written by HBj himself), which seems pretty interesting on its own.
When I was in Fopp on Thursday, I found Last Exit to Brooklyn and a copy of Catcher in the Rye for £4 and £3 respectively, so I picked them up, which also gave me an opening to pass my CV across (fingers crossed but I am still going to keep throwing out hooks).
For the In case I haven't mentioned it file: I've set myself the challenge to read fifty books this year. That equates out to roughly one book and a bit every week. Now that I have finished A Clockwork Orange, that puts me two books (or two weeks) behind schedule. I do, however, have a couple of books lined up that are short-sharp-shock paperbacks that I might be able to knock down overnight if needs be, and that oughta put me back on schedule (I did pick up a couple of paperbacks of the first three Corum Novels written by Michael Moorcock when I was in Bognor Regis this week, and besides being perfect tube books (jacket pocket perfect!) they should make for jolly good reading).
Either about my current pseudo-intellectual aspirations.
Before meeting with my cousin Katie in Camden, I chilled at the Devonshire Arms, catching up with a few pals that were meeting there before going on to either Dreadnought or to Synthetic Culture.
Hanging with Katie last night was fun, her friends from Peterborough were cool (both the ones in the band and the others who had road-tripped down to see them play their first show in Camden). Interestingly, the band performed with a Mac G5 in a roadcase running what looked like Logic (I totally forgot to ask after the set, since I was too busy dancing to the electro stuff that two other Peterborough kids were playing.
Since everyone bugged out just after half twelve, I took the bus to Tottenham Court Road and then another to London Bridge, where I managed to find SE1 and Dreadnought, which was actually okay, considering it was the last night and the crowd is typically split between there and Synthetic Culture over at King's Cross (the nice thing about Brisbane was that if you wanted to go to two different events, chances are that you could run between them inside five minutes... the bad thing about Brisbane was that finding two events that were worth running between was often pretty hard, unless you count Metal at the Basement and Hardcore at Mary Street every Wednesday (neither venue holding shows of the type anymore).
Anyways, saw some good friends there, danced about, then took a bus back to Liverpool Street area, where I waited for the N8 to take me home.
Today there was supposed to be some kind of freezing storm blowing in, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of it. Plenty of wind, no storm. Hell, last night I was able to walk around London with both my jackets undone and my scarf around me neck once in a very loose knot, the kind of scarf arrangement you see on hipster assholes whenever you try to see a band in the kind of venue they frequent.
Other random crap:
I cleaned up all the stuff on my bed earlier this week and found a couple of magazines worth re-reading, a pile of sampler CDs worth ripping and a battered second-hand copy of In the Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, that I think had been under my bed for at least six months. Naturally I had forgotten all about it, because I went to Borders and bought myself a shiny copy of In The Name of the Rose the week previous.
This entry is getting into Everything/Nothing territory, so I'll sign off here (I've got to buy food, wash clothes and finish writing reviews anyways (I wrote some pretty tight notes at the Devonshire Arms on Thursday Night, in between rapping with my pal Robert, who was DJ-ing, but I couldn't stay long because I had forgotten my keys and I needed to be back home in time for my flatmate to let me in).
Enough from me.
Over and out.
-J
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