I’ve fiddled about rather today, thanks to a late night last night at Chris Conway’s 25 year anniversary gig. This was quite well-attended, considering that some unmentionable sport was on; I particularly enjoyed the time-shifted updates Chris gave from time to time (England 0, Normandy 1; England 2, Germany 0 – and latterly, England v France entering the 900th year of extra time) updates which touched on the tribal nationalism of football. The appeal of the game completely passes me by and always has; I’m not much of a team-sports person anyway as I prefer individual games such as – oo, wait! tennis! Isn’t Wimbledon due to start next week? Let me check – yes!!! It starts on Monday! Deep joy. Three days to go… The question is, will I be able to break my live TV fast and only watch it on iplayer? I should, but it’ll be a test of nerve. I’ll have to avoid the news so that I don’t know the result – a bit like that episode of The Likely Lads where they spend twenty-nine minutes trying to avoid hearing the result only to be told it in the thirtieth minute.
It’s rather a beautiful day down here in Clarendon Park; I’ve just been for a bike ride and Kasabian are due to play some time soon on Vicky Park, so the whole area is fenced off like some kind of gulag. Tomorrow I am going to a singing workshop so that should be fun. Oo! and while I was at the Musician I discovered that the divine Webb Sisters are going to be there in July. If you don’t know what they sound like, here’s a clip. I’d love to go but the tickets are £12…
Have a good weekend,
2 thoughts on “25 Years and Three Days”
We missed the whole Kasabian hoo-ha, being away over the weekend. It was amazing or horrendous depending on who we spoke to. Used to watch Chris Conway years ago when the Pump and Tap still stood, and his band was called Talking Fish.
I quite liked the Kasabian do, there was a good atmosphere and it wasn’t too loud. Some friends of ours hated it though