Four hombre's and one may have been Phill Collins

I went to see Four Day Hombre on Wednesday, at the Fly in New Oxford Street. It was a bit of a sweat-box inside the venue (imagine being stuck on a busy tube train in August, then imagine that tube being stuck inside another busy tube and then times that by four), but at least there wasn’t a sock puppet or furry-monster in sight. The band covered an early Genesis track, this kind of freaked me out a little because I was just only talking about Phil’s musical out-put earlier that night, and I made a silly joke; to a certain young lady, wondering if the band would cover a Phill Collins or Genesis track.

As for the chap with the Cowboy hat, known as Brad. I believe he may have been an integral part of the live set. Still, the DJ upstairs was enjoying himself all the same.

Hand in glove-puppet?

I went to a friends birthday do on Friday. I was introduced to the hand behind 'Jelly' one of the many characters from the BBC's c'beebies.
Now considering I have had puppets on the brain lately, I saw this as an interesting opportunity for research. So naturally I didn't hesitate to get a photo of the young aspiring actress in character, only without Jelly.

I Googled Jelly and kind of found it uncanny...

The birthday party.

I had a couple of beers with the Mesham and Grubbby after work in the White Hart, just around the corner to the new world of IPC. From there, I moved on to James' birthday drinks in Soho. James got some of us in to the Groucho for a night cap. I sipped a few glasses of scotch, with the aid of some tap water.

I believe I started blogging around this time last year too. So I guess that makes it a double birthday.

The dead axe and I

I got sent this earlier.
This is a picture of Retna employees, circa 1989? I worked at Retna for a while,didn't we all? The tall guy at the back, that's Putland. The man my cat is named after. The chap with the glasses with out the beard, that is the 'dead axe'
The-daily-titlow will know of him.

Modern Fart.

Eat your idols?

When I was a kid, I had a nightmare about the Monster Munch characters. It was one of those dreams when you cant run properly; caused by REM so I have been told. Anyway, at the time I found them quite scary; not as scary as clowns but lets not go down the clown avenue today. I avoided Monster Munch crisps for quite a while. I guess I just didn’t fancy eating pickled scum flavored potato’s. These days I will buy a pack every now and then. I like to view it as facing my demons.

Getting to meet The Honey Monster was quite a big ordeal for me.

Having a Bukowksi-esque moment.

East view from Millennium bridge 9:30am
West view from Millennium bridge 5:30am

Now times this by 5, then times it by 365.
Now times that by.
Well hold on there buddy. Just how long do you think you have left?
Yep, I think its about time I pulled a sicky...

I saw this emo busker on the way home Friday night.
I gave him about 70p because his Mr Henry the Hoover brought a smile to my face. I can be easily pleased.

I went to Jongleurs in Mile End on Saturday night. Bob Mills was the compare. I remembered him from the TV show 'In bed with my Dinner'. I Wasn't to sure if this was a slippery sign that his career was on the rocks.

Mr and Mrs Morris where there. Mrs Morris is with child, apparently it is going to be a boy. I suggested calling it Chuck, as in Chuck Morris sounds similar to Chuck Norris. Needles to say they didn't get my joke.

When I was younger I used to make compilations with my own personal cassette covers. Now this is pretty much a dead art form, it just may explain some of the reasoning behind blogging?

Pretzel Logic

Bad timing but here are some photos from my recent weekend away in Munich.

I spent a lot of time just wondering around with no real fixed agenda. leading me to just quite freely snap away. Mind you, I took my Lumix Leica with me and considering the Leica was originally from Germany maybe this would explain the snappy happiness.

PS
Hum to yourself Robert Wagner's The Ride of the Valkyries. Makes it all a little more atmospheric.