Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Catchup without Ketchup

This is what I've been up to in the last month - in case you were worried or anything:-

Glaws

Gloucester - A surprise day off work led to a surprise train trip to Gloucester to have a look around. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't much to do.

Curly to a local: So, what is there to do in Gloucester?
Local: Errm, visit the cathedral?
Curly: Done that, anything else?
Local: No

Luckily, a friend took us to Cromwell Street - former home of British serial killer Fred West. There weren't any other tourists, strangely.

Arcade Fire: A bunch of Canadians singing something about a bible, cracking stuff

We saw Arcade Fire, they were very blurry but despite that, they sounded great. I also danced.


Kate Nash

I also went to see, Kate Nash. She was also very blurry

Curly to Laura:
Wow, wasn't she great?
Laura: Yes. You know the last two songs?
Curly: Yeah?
Laura: You fell in love with her during them.
Curly: Was it that obvious?
Laura: Even people we weren't with were laughing at you.
*Curly Looks around and sees a group of girls grinning at him*

A beautiful view from Didcot centre

I finally realised a dream of mine, having a beer at each stop on the London to Swansea train line (Ten stops, but not all at once). The final piece of the jigsaw was added when I cruised into the quaint English town of Didcot, the Prince of Wales pub seemed an apt place to buy more beer after a fun night out in Oxford the previous evening.

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - Looking great for their age (and blurry for their age)

A night of classic Rock was kicked off by the great-sounding (and looking) Joan Jett. 'I love Rock & Roll' was obviously a highlight - it felt like we were actually in Komrads bar in Waynes World 2.

Lemmy, blurry and dark - a new take on the blurry theme that seems so popular these days.

Mötorhead followed... I almost fell over from the sheer volume.


Alice Cooper - blurry and old.

The night was brought to a close with Alice Cooper, he must be about 500 years old but he still lept about and got up to his usual tricks - stabbing babies, shooting people and hanging himself.


Imps in the wilds of Mid Wales

My Swedish friend, Sara, has been visiting for a few days - in order to show her the best of Wales we had to travel up to the mountains and call the weatherman to order in some cold and some rain.

It's Tuesday today, I'm back in work and I'm knackered.

4 Comments:

At 1:44 pm, Blogger Clearlykels thought it was best to say...

I was wondering where you went! Good to know that you are having fun. That is very, very important. Obviously.

 
At 10:22 pm, Blogger Huw thought it was best to say...

I knew a man who went to Gloucester in a shower of rain. He stepped in a puddle, right up to his middle, and never went there again.

 
At 7:24 am, Anonymous Dai in Canada thought it was best to say...

Huw - I'm sure I know that guy. Was his name Dr Foster?

It's a small world, eh?

 
At 10:28 am, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

Kels - Thanks, it IS important to be having fun!

Huw/Dai - I'd heard about him too, he must have been around a bit.

 

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