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PATRICK McGuinness, of Phoenix Nights fame, supplied an evening of strictly adult humour at the Embassy Theatre, Skegness, on Monday night, writes James Madge
Well into the second leg of his nationwide Dark Side tour, Patrick, or more affectionately 'Paddy', gave an hour-long performance, breaking as many taboos as possible.
While he is certainly not ashamed of his previous background as Peter Kay's sidekick, this tour is clearly Paddy's chance to move away from the family friendly brand of humour Kay is widely known for.
His charismatic stage presence was clear, and he had no problem raising the house lights and mingling with the audience.
In between the jokes, he involved the audience in the occasional sing-along, covering both the Minder and the Max and Paddy theme tunes.
At one point, the Boston/Skegness rivalry was accidentally touched upon, which eventually resulted in Paddy siding with the Skegness crowd!
Before the show, audience members were invited to ask Paddy a question, and his session of answers took up a good portion of the show.
While many were not suitable for publication in a family newspaper, the tamer questions ranged from marriage proposals to being challenged on the price of his merchandise.
While I feel he could have made the show a little longer, I enjoyed the evening and left the theatre thinking 'that'll dink-dank-do for me!
http://www.skegnesstoday.co.uk/ViewArticle2.aspx?SectionID=811&ArticleID=1378494
I'm a published writer. This makes me better than you!
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[23 Feb 2006|06:29pm] |
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I promised people a bit of a review of le Boosh, so here it is. Although its gonna be more of a “what happened over the last few days” basically, so deal with it. Right, well, Sunday kicked off the long weekend and we (me and Vikki) went down to the pub for the Villa/Man City game. Got there about 6ish and found a decent seat, which was easier than I thought it would be. Pub was pretty empty. Barman is getting to know me now (I’m in there every time Villa are on telly) so he came over and asked if I wanted to join the membership club they’re running for the World Cup. Basically it guarantees me entry as a ‘regular’ so he can control who comes in (don’t want no trouble an’ that) and I would get some kind of priority service with regard to drinks. Count me in, fella!
Anyway, the game started and then we were joined by a couple of friends (Simon and his rather fit girlfriend Jemma). Switched between watching the football and chatting away, slowly downing pints as we went along. Villa scored and apparently I cheered a bit louder than I perhaps should have done. Usually I’m muted when I watch football in public, but yeah, I gave a bit of a cheer without even realising. 20 minutes later I was speechless as Man City equalised in the last seconds of the game. I literally could.not.speak. Fuckers.
Anyway, this is all boring. I’m only including this to make the entry look longer innit. So, the game finished and we got asked if we were interested in doing the quiz. We had nothing else to do that night, so we went for it. It’s such a scam though, as you have to get EVERY question right to win the prize money (which stood at £525). We had two teams between the four of us, and I think we got 12 and 10 on our scoresheets, out of a possible 40. Embarrassing.
Next we decided to move on to another pub and we all had a great laugh. Simon is absolutely hilarious. We’re like a comedy duo when we get together, even if I say so myself. Every time we’ve met up, its ended up being such a hilarious night and Sunday was no exception. We just bounce off each other and can’t stop laughing all night. And believe it or not, he’s filthier than I am. Every gag is sex related, with no exception. Brilliant. He’s coming out with us this weekend too, we’re off bowling, so that’s gonna be another night of japes and tomfoolery!
Kebab on the way home. End night. Perfect.
Monday saw a trip to Boston in the daytime, for a bit of a mooch around the shops. I’m uber skint but I put aside a liiiiittle bit of cash to spend should anything take my eye in HMV or whatever. And take my eye it did. Got the new Alkaline Trio single (Burn, if you’re interested) and then got offered the vinyl versions at the counter. That’s the kind of service I expect. *nod* Checked out the b-sides and spazzed when I saw a Test Icicles remix on there. Spazzed in honour of our Rachael, of course. Text her but got no reply (although that’s now been explained, so no worries).
God, this really is boring. Oh well, onwards…
Another pub quiz on the night, in my favourite pub in Spalding (or at least it was). Just me and Vikki this time, although random people were hassling us for answers. Cheaters. The night took a fucking crappy turn when I got ID-ed! That’s right, I got I-fucking-D-ed! I’m 21 this year for fucks sake, I shouldn’t have to carry ID around. Thing that really annoyed me was that when I ordered he nodded and went to get a glass, then he came back and said “have you got any ID mate?”
I’ve never ever needed to carry any so I didn’t have anything on me. Its quite humiliating when you have to send someone else up to the bar to buy your drinks for you. Everyone has been saying I should take it as a compliment that I look young, but I can’t see it that way. I see it as a slap in the face. I love my drinking and I don’t want to have to be told I can’t do it by some fucking jobsworth in his shitty rugby shirt!
The White Horse has totally gone down in my estimation, matey boy. Won’t be going back there until they get some better bar staff!
Anyway, we finished last in the quiz, with 23-and-a-half points out of a possible 50. Its just as well we don’t plan to go back there really. Embarrassing.
Didn’t feel like a kebab (that’s how angry I was at the ‘ID-gate’ scandal) so it was straight back home for a bit of a Boosh session before hitting the sack.
Tuesday came and you all know what that means, baby! Boooooooooooooooooooooooosh Day! *dance*
We decided to go into Peterborough quite early and have a wander round and grab a meal before the show started, so we set off around 4ish. I grabbed a Maccy D’s and ate it outside with the scene kids…and a Bullet For My Valentine fan.
Then we did the HMV and Virgin Megastore rounds. Panic! were playing and I started bopping away in the store, much to Vikki’s dismay. Lucy seemed impressed when I text her though, haha.
For the record (as I told Luce) I wasn’t dancing like a mental, it was just a little bounce in my step. There was hardly anyone in there to appreciate it though. Ho hum. Kept getting tempted to buy their album actually, but Lucy is sending it soon, so I restrained myself like a good little boy. *nods*
Nipped into a pub to kill a bit of time and I got asked to take my hat off. What the fuck is wrong with pubs this week? I can understand that in an inner-city pub he must get a lot of trouble from hooligans and needs to be able to see their faces on the CCTV, but this was 6pm on a fucking Tuesday with no-one around. We were clearly in there for a quiet drink, not to smash the place up. I did as I was told (unusual for me, given the amount of bar staff I’ve told to fuck themselves in my time) and enjoyed my pint. There were a few Boosh fans in there, quoting the Hitcher like a motherbitch. I should point out that by now I was actually moist with excitement, and that was before the pre-show meal…
…which was cooked by those wonderful souls at Wetherspoons, and has to go down as one of the greatest meals I have ever had in my life. Not just because I knew it would be followed by Boosh, but because it was a plate of meat. Allow me to explain. Wetherspoons do a “steak and a drink” club on a Tuesday, from 5-11pm (ramble ramble) and for £5.99 you can order from a set menu of steaks and then, you guessed it, choose a drink. My eyes were drawn to the “mixed grill” option straight away and butter me up and fuck me with a scotch egg - it was amazing. For £6 I had a rump steak, a gammon steak, a pork steak, a Lincolnshire pork sausage, TWO lamb chops, a mountain of chips and a mahoosive flat mushroom, all washed down with a cold pint of Fosters. And I’m such a fatass that I even finished off Vikki’s steak. Cheg on that, Jodie Marshes!
And then we went on to le Broadway Theatre for what was to be the greatest show I have ever seen in my life!
I can’t be arsed to do that cut shizzle, so here’s my Rachael friendly review:
It was amazing.
I had a dream about Christina the other night. It freaked me the hell out. She was going away somewhere and we were all friendly and huggy. She said something like "I know we've had our differences, but we'll always be friends won't we?" and I was like "yeah, course, c'mere" and then we hugged and kissed before she left. What could it meeeeeeeean?!
Nothing, most likely.
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[30 Jan 2006|01:13am] |
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It really has been some time since I updated this. And I can assure you that this won't be a fantasmical update to make up for the time away. Just thought I'd pop in and keep this thing alive.
Seeing Half Man Half Biscuit again this week (on Thursday, in Derby, since you asked) and it would appear that yer Ross Noble has been promoting them heavily on his podcast thingies. Good man. I knew I liked that fella. I'll be meeting up with some fella from t'internet, so it could be an interesting night. Always good to see my brothers too (I have to say that in case they're reading this) so I'm uber excited about it.
Er, any other news...*thinks*...not really. I have been acquiring sexual stuff just lately though. Including:
Ricky Gervais XFM shows
Lee and Herring disc with both series of Fist of Fun and This Morning With Richard Not Judy, plus a helluva lot of their radio shows
HIM - Wings of a Butterfly CD2
HIM - Special Edition of Dark Light, with 28 page artwork booklet and bonus trackage (hasn't arrived yet, but it will tomorrow)
Arctic Monkeys vinyl, which am the secks
I have no idea why I'm telling you this. I'm just bored and want to brag about all my new and exciting sto0f.
I just found a tenner in my pocket. Fuck yeah!
Bye.
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Tickets ordered for the Mighty Fucking Boosh!!!!11! It's a "collect them at the box-office" jobby, but yeah, they're mine, mine, mine!
Home alone next week - so that means loud music and drinking.
I have nothing else to say.
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[20 Nov 2005|12:37am] |
Okay, so Thursday was full of excitement prior to seeing three of my comedy idols, but the evening started badly. Very very badly. A trip to Grimsby was required, and we hadn't a clue where to find the auditorium. We set off in good time, but it took us just over two hours before we arrived. An hour to reach Grimsby, a further hour to find the venue. I was informed the show was very punctual and started at 7.30 on the dot, and by 7.20, it's fair to say we were starting to panic. By 7.25, however, we were relieved to have found the building, and just had to find a parking space. Ah, therein lay a problem. It was packed. Disabled parking it was - rebellion rules!
We got in, we sat down, and straight away the show started - and what an absolutely fantastic 2 hours THAT was! Someone had told me the show was very rushed, and where I can see where they were coming from, I didn't think it detracted from the performance whatsoever. The gags were well executed, all the characters were there, and there was only 20 minutes of the show where no-one laughed, that being the interval, of course.
The first half was a series of 'auditions' for a Communativity (see what they did there?) being put on by Legz Akimbo, which was basically an hours worth of each character coming out and doing a sketch. One thing I have noticed about the League of Gentlemen, is that where I DO find all the characters funny, it's the small, lesser-known ones that really make me giggle. Pam Doove being the main example. And that tour guide fella, the one in the really tiny shorts.
Just before the interval, Ollie Plimsolls gets injured by a falling prop and the Communativity is cancelled. So the second half is a pantomime instead. And not being a fan of pantos, I was a little unsure. But it was THE best panto ever, mainly because it was a great big fuck off piss take of every panto ever!
But there was crowd interaction with LoG twists ("oh no you're not" became "oh no you're fucking not" and so on), cock-ups (Gatiss in Thicky Mickey garb, having to entertain the crowd when the curtains wouldn't close properly was an inpromptu highlight) and, of course, there was Papa Lazarou.
The one and only disappointment for me was my own doing. I forgot to get any cash out before we got there, so I couldn't buy a programme. They were a tenner, which is a bit overpriced, but I wouldn't have minded paying it given the performance. Alas.
Yesterday saw a trip to Lincoln, for a bit of a spree and some all-important Christmas shopping. Lincoln, by all accounts, is a very beautiful city. Busy, but not so much that you feel uncomfortable.
With my card in hand, I knew I was gonna have a good day, but knew I couldn't go too mad. I did. Oops.
So, I bought...
Join Me by Danny Wallace (after all the nagging from Rachael and Lucy collectively)
Babyshambles - Down in Albion
The Others - The Others
Nathan Fucking Barley DVD, yeah?
A Babyshambles t-shirt (which is The Secks and I'll post pictures of it on Monday)
Some sarsparilla (root beer)
Some unusual George Dubya chewing gum
And then some random Christmas presents, which I can't reveal on here because of spying brothers innit. All in all I had a good day. Went to see the Cathedral, which is an awesome feat of architecture right there. It looked like there was a film crew there too, so they may be reshooting some scenes for the Da Vinci Code. Not sure though.
And we went to the open-air ice rink which you may have seen featured on Children in Need. But before that, it was celebrity alert when we saw...
*drumroll*
...Leah Bracknell, who plays Zoe Tate in The Emmerdale! Woot! I know she's only a minor star, but I was getting very excited, because she's semi-attractive and plays a lesbian. My "meeting a celebrity" rules insist that you must talk to them, no matter who it is. But on this occasion I couldn't, as she was on her mobile phone. We hung around and waited for her to finish so I could say hi, but she moseyed away and we lost her in the crowd. Ho hum.
Today we popped into a local village to see what was happening - the answer was fuck all. But I did buy some more root beer though, so now I have a local supplier of one of the greatest but rarest drinks ever made. Deeeelish.
So that was my weekend. I'm about to give the Babyshambles album a spin, cos I haven't listened yet (but how fucking ACE were they on Jools Holland? Very, that's how) and then I might watch Barley again (watched all 6 eps last night, it was fucking amaaaaaazing etc).
Bye.
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[19 Nov 2005|03:18pm] |
The last two days have been veeeeeery cool. I will update and explain fully later, but in the meantime I am going to sleep because I'm extremely tired. What I will say is...
LEEEEEEEAGUE OF GENTLEMENNNNNNNN!!!111!!
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[05 Nov 2005|12:28am] |
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Went to the bank today to sort out my financial mess. I walked in there being £90 in the red (only the beginning of it) and needing some kind of lifeline. I hoped the bank would be kind, considerate and helpful. Instead, they were stupid. Very, very stupid.
They gave me a £200 overdraft and a brand spanking new credit card with a £1,000 limit. Oh yeah baby, it's partAy time!
No, in all seriousness I cannot abuse this, but it really is such a relief to know I have that financial backing IF I should ever need it. They also said I could borrow more, up to about £3,000 - so again, that's cool.
That said, I am going to have a bloody good Christmas. And I'm getting myself a new phone too - desperate to join the world in the 21st century. I don't even have a colour screen FFS! Sort it out, Tony Blairs.
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Some would call it copying, others would call it inspiration. I call it "I'm going to get my lip pierced again". I'm also thinking about a second tongue piercing, but one stud in my mouth is enough for now methinks. Fnarr fnarr.
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[02 Nov 2005|11:53pm] |
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I have the ENTIRE first series of Lost on DVD. Not the one available in shops over here, oh no, this is the complete series. All 24 eps. Woot etc.
I will show you pictures of it's snazziness on Friday. 7 discs of pure heaven.
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...also, has anyone seen the return of the mighty Noel Edmonds? I watched his gameshow, 'Deal or No Deal?', today and it was absolute TV gold. I'm not even being sarcastic. I really do like the bloke, and this was pure entertainment. I don't really like gameshows that much, but this was really quite gripping. It's hard to explain the rules really, so just watch it if you get the chance. It's on Channel 4 after Countdown, which I also watched and enjoyed (strange seeing as I thought it should have been stopped once Whiteley died). I'm actually considering taping it (the Edmonds thing) tomorrow so I can watch when I get home from work.
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[02 Nov 2005|12:41am] |
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I heard a rumour that it was Halloween last night. Probably wasn't true, but I decided to watch some horror all the same.
On the menu was:
A Bucket of Blood
The House on Haunted Hill (original)
The Bat
The Amityville Curse (oh yes, it's a total rip off movie that I picked up for a quid)
Bride of the Monster
Unfortunately, due to DVD player breakdown turmoil, I was left with a choice of the films on the Horror Channel or my VHS collection.
After seeing the shite the former had to offer (Sacred Flesh FFS?), it was up to my trusty videos to help me through the night.
I dug out Freddy vs Jason for a bit of a larf, but after five minutes I remembered that the quality is less than poor (that's what you get for buying pirate copies). I eventually went with the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and enjoyed it thoroughly. It's been a few years since I last saw it, so it was long overdue a viewing. Truly sublime.
Not quite the horror film marathon I'd originally hoped for, but still enjoyable. I had started to watch A Bucket of Blood, which is a random '60s horror in black and white. But yeah, the DVD player fucked up after about 10 minutes. It looked quite interesting too - and very funny (without intending to be, I presume). Ah well, I'll watch it another time.
And finally, on a horror theme, here is the complaint I sent to my local cinema with regards to Saw II:
"I think it's quite outrageous that you have completely blanked the release of Saw II this weekend. When it is Halloween weekend and a clever and genuinely gruesome horror movie is released, you expect your local cinema to show the film. Alas, we're left with Wallace and Gromit, Shark Boy and Lava Girl (which has been out since sometime in 1987!) and a film called Nightwatch that no-one has even heard of.
All of my friends from other towns have been able to see this film, as their local cinema screened the film on the day of release. I expect you'll be screening it next year sometime? No wonder people resort to pirate copies!"
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[30 Oct 2005|04:29pm] |
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We arrived at The Cresset in Peterborough and enjoyed the culinary delights of McDonalds, before joining the queue of approx 150 people. Around 30 tables awaited us as the doors were opened, and we sat to the left of the mic, midway between stage and rear-exits - a perfect view.
Drinks were purchased and we anxiously awaited the promised acts of the evening - Patrick Monahan, Russell Howard and of course, the uber-camp Alan Carr.
After being more than a little bit excited about the prospect of seeing the headline act, as well as hoping to be wowed by the supporting acts, we were actually let down by his no-show (which was only revealed and explained afterwards).
However, that disappointment was more than made up for with his substitute - the absolutely hilarious Steve Gribbin.
A truly old fashioned comedian/songwriter/satirist, with lots of topical gags. It actually hurt to laugh at times, such is the quickfire nature of his routine, and many tears of laughter were shed throughout the performance.
Being a scouser, there was lots of ever-welcome Man Utd abuse, coarse language and left-wing anger - all in all, a very entertaining act. When you have a comic doing "Morissey sings Dr Who", you know you're in good hands.
Unfortunately, the other act of the evening, Hils Barker - replacing Russell Howard, who was also a no-show - died on her arse. I suspect the audience felt sorry for her more than anything, as she seemed a very pleasant young lady. But the comedy just wasn't there, and the crowd laughed out of politeness, rather than genuine amusement. A few of her songs were mildly funny, but all in all, she didn't quite fit the mood of the night.
The compare, Patrick Monahan (hailed as a half-Irish, half Iranian Middlesborough lad), was a delight - he worked mainly with the crowd, picking on everyone who turned out, from students to RAF pilots.
Again, the heckles were dealt with in such a quickfire manner, it's hard to recall any as I write this, although one comeback sticks in the memory. After being told his flies were open, an audience member shouted "it's small!" to which Patrick replied "it won't be when it's in your mouth!"
(See www.chortle.co.uk if you wanna know more).
I can't deny that the non-appearance of Alan Carr was gutting, and I did feel a little cheated. But we were assured he would be appearing at the venue sometime in the near future, so it may be a case of keeping an eye out. Overall, however, the night was a success - one I thoroughly enjoyed.
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I also had the pleasure of seeing a local band, Melt, performing on Saturday night. A trio made up of two brothers (drums, guitar/vocals) and an extremely talented bassist, their original songs impressed everyone who turned out to see them. A few covers were slipped into their hour-long setlist, but their own material shone brightly. Despite being told to bring the volume down, then bizarrely back up again a little later, they came through the sound problems and gave a performance you'd expect from a major-label group. Having seen their name on posters all over the county, and with the lead singer telling us their first EP is about to be recorded, I suspect I'll be hearing from them again very soon. A true talent.
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Before the band came on, however, the night was more than tainted by the sheer fucking ignorance of a wedding party who were at the same venue that evening. We decided to get some grub in the restaurant part of the hotel, and with the main area of tables taken, we had to sit on the sofa chairs in the lounge area. The waitress told us this wasn't a problem, as meals were often eaten here on occasion. We ordered our meals (I went with the starter of battered calamari and a main course of breaded scampi and chips) and sat down with our drinks for a chat. All of a sudden, an elderly lady decided to sit on a vacant chair at the table, although in fairness to her, she did ask if she could sit down briefly, as she was clearly having trouble walking. Then, a relative of hers went to sit on another of the seats, and the already seated lady said "is that seat taken?" to which the second lady replied "oh it doesn't matter if it's taken". Well, excuse me you ignorant fucking bitch, yes it does. We're about to eat and you're barging onto our table. No no bloody no!
I was close to saying something, but I was only on my first beer! Then, my anger was fueled further when the rest of the bastard family decided to turn up in the bar area and crowd round our table. I tell no lies when I say they were literally stood round our table, facing us and staring. We're talking about 10 or 15 people, most of them pre-pubescent teens!
I didn't want to be forced off the table, but when my starter was brought, I felt far too uncomfortable, and we asked the waitress if we could go to another table - she told us we could and I started swearing under my breath, yet loud enough for the bunch of rude fucks that had just forced us to move!
They kept staring as we moved, and I continued to shake my head in sheer disgust. I'm sure they were aware of my anger, yet not one apology was uttered by the party of ignoramuses!
I wanna get back into regular updates, so keep checking this place before bedtime for some great sleep-inducing nonsense.
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I have a new layout. Thanks to Lucy and her mad skillz. Oh, and I had my Pete icon before Christina, so she copied me. Kthx.
Oh, and, umm, I watched Lost and ate some Quavers last night. There's your update.
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I didn't write about my last weekend in here, but that's just tough shit, get over it...
Anyways, this weekend was amazing.
On Saturday we bummed around town, had a few beers and watched the football results on Sky (more on that later). I bought the Spice Girls first album because I'm THAT cool, and then we had to attend a rather grown-up party for a friend of a friend who is leaving to travel Australia. It was mainly a family thing and I did feel a little out of place, but there were a few laughs so it wasn't too bad. It fizzled out at about 9ish, so off into town we went for a few more drinks. I was extremely happy seeing as Aston Villa had won, courtesy of our new signing Milan Baros. Woo and indeed fucking hoo!
So the alcohol flowed (literally, as an entire pint of cider was spilled all over me) and then it was to the kebab house. There were lots of chavs hanging around, so imagine my horror when one of them turns to me and starts moving in my direction. He stretched out a hand and said "VILLA FAN!" and I knew I was safe in this man's hands. I gave his hand a shake and we discussed the win and our prospects for the season. Oh it was good. I did a little wee, but that could have been because of the alcohol.
Anyway, I had THE nicest kebab I think I've ever had in my entire life (it was in like, a wrap, and smothered in mayonnaise) and then it was home to crash out. I did have a toothache so I didn't get the best sleep ever, but hey.
Sunday was pretty mellow, and we went into Peterborough for a little shopping trip. My intention was to buy a Villa shirt (still on a high ya see) and have 'Baros' printed on the back. But because everyone else in the world hates Aston Villa, there were no shirts on sale so I decided to have a good spend in HMV and Virgin. Here's what I came back with:
Maximo Park - A Certain Trigger (fina-fucking-lly!)
Peep Show series 1
Black Books series 3 (fina-fucking-lly!)
Brewster's Millions (which I should have seen but never have)
The Best of Not the Nine O Clock News volume 2
Then we went to see Dukes of Hazzard which, by all accounts, is a fucking amazing film. In fact it's the sort I want to go and see again, and may well do so. Johnny Knoxville is just a very funny man, whether he talks or not. Seann William Scott is great, naturally. And I was rather surprised at Jessica Simpson (who I hate) seeing as she holds her own and doesn't piss on the legacy of our Daisy.
Then, and here's where the fun starts, we decide to go for a pizza and we see that there's an offer on - any pizza, any size, for £5.99 - and that's what we go for. A 12" steak, onion and mushroom pizza will do nicely Mr Domino. Kthx. We're told it'll be about 40 minutes so nip next door for a pint. We get back to Domino's and the girl says "sorry, there's no steak, so we've put beef on, is that okay?" like she even needs to ask. We tell her it is, and then she goes "actually, to compensate, here's another of the same" so we had TWO 12" pizzas for £6. Mental. Well, it excited me. I did a little wee, but that could have been the attractive lady who served us.
Back home and we watched some Black Books, Peep Show, then crashed out. More toothache, but a better night's sleep in general.
(Bored much?)
Monday saw the Spalding Family Fun Day (boo) and Music Festival (yay). We got there at 2ish and walked straight in (oh yeah, free baybee!) and headed for the barbecue. I had a greasy cheeseburger and then it was...the beer tent. We sniffed it out and bought two overpriced pints of lager and watched a few local bands piss all over Green Day and Bowling For Soup songs. They covered the Darkness too, but that was an improvement on the original. Not that it's difficult to improve on the Darkness. You could record yourself having a shit and it'd sound better.
Anyway, we looked around and realised that people were bringing their own alcohol in to save money, so decided to go over to Sainsbury's. We hadn't been checked on the way in, so we knew we'd be fine with a few cans. Wrong.
We came back loaded with cheap beer and the security guard is like "can I check your bag please for GLASS bottles". We told him it was just cans and he goes "nah, no alcohol allowed I'm afraid". Cunt. We took the cans back home and trapsed back to the festival site. Did we get checked? Did we fuck? Absolutely shitty double standards. We put it down to the fact there were local councillors standing nearby when we had the beer, so they were making sure the guards were actually checking. Oh well, it's not like the cans didn't get sunk later.
So it was going to be a day of expensive beer, but we had the cash, so we couldn't complain. We got ourselves some more beer and sat down to enjoy some more music.
Guy Tortora Band - Hailing from California, sounding more like real southern US stuff. Songs like "Two Fried Eggs and Ham on the Side" and you see what I mean, yeah? They were alright, just a bit boring after a while.
Auburn - They've supported Sophie Ellis-Bextor dontcha know. Oh aye. They were pretty good, nice mellow stuff for a sunny afternoon, but nothing that would really grab you elsewhere.
Abi Moore - A nice young talent (and gorgeous to boot!) in the acoustic tent. We only caught the end of her set, but there were a few jazzy numbers, so she's like Joss Stone, only y'know, talented. And provided money and time allows, we'll be off to see her again in September.
Acoustic Chumbawumba - Naturally, you'd expect these to be quite fantastic. And they were. Totally acoustic and at times completely acapella, they played an hour of moving songs. Pretty much all of which were political-themed. There was a great song about homophobia being the worst disease - too true - and even an anti-Thatcher song, which is always good.
The Popes - We were kind of expecting Shane McGowan to be there, but the likelihood was that he wouldn't show up. He didn't, but that didn't detract from the performance. Two songs in the lead singer gets told to stop swearing (he's Irish for fucks sake, what were they expecting). He didn't, so fair play to the chap. It was quite funny seeing as the very next song after he'd been told to stop had the chorus "I might have fucked your missus but I never fucked your daughter". Brilliant. Their set was well over an hour, featuring songs like Sleepless Nights, Donegal Express, R U Lookin' @ Me and Rock 'n' Roll Paddy. A great showband who I want to hear more from, and am ashamed I haven't done so previously.
Before The Popes, we went to the bar for more drinkage and bumped into one of the singers from Chumbawumba. Being the little starfuckers we are we had a little chat and told her we really enjoyed their set. She went on her way, and I have a 5p of hers that she left on the bar. Yes, I was excited. Yes, I am sad.
So there you go. This is pretty pointless as about 3 people will read it. I don't care.
Next update: 2023
Bye.
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Funeral For a Friend - The End of Nothing |
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I bought Hours by FFAF today. I'm listening to it now. It's alright.
Yeah, that's it. Cheers.
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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is beyond sex. Absolutely fantastic film.
I'll be seeing the League of Gentlemen live on November 17. Yes, that does make me better than you.
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Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner
My Chemical Romance - Helena (7" single)
Alkaline Trio - Time To Waste (7" single)
The MCR vinyl is beyond sexy. I had 6 orgasms when I bought it and another 2 when I got home. Had to be careful not to ruin the thing innit.
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