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Stay Beautiful was lovely (with its 'greatest hits of SB' playlist, even the first half hour was full of tracks that would have been at home in the last half hour), but one expects that, just as one expects the Boyfriends and Seeing Scarlet to play thoroughly entertaining shows, and as one has rapidly come to expect Feeling Gloomy to have great music but far too many people. So I'd prefer to concentrate on the unexpected joys - not just the sight of a DJ berating a bog troll at his own night (such behaviour should be universal) but my first great musical discovery of the year, Picturebox. It was the opening strains of violin which got me paying attention to them, and it didn't hurt that the violinist looked like a cross between ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hospitalsoup and alexdecampi. But then I realised that the singer looked like Leonardo diCaprio in that brief window where he deserved to live, while sounding like Matt Johnson. And the songs sounded like everyone from Menlo Park to the Bathers to Ennui/Avalanche to the Flaming Stars to Jack. These people definitely merit further investigation.
( Television )
Awaiting Lost, I caught some footage of Japan's 'scientific' whaling fleet at work, and while Greenpeace were doing that bit, I was mainly reminded of the existence of Sea Shepherd, who are quite open about ramming whaling vessels, and have even been accused of blowing the odd one up in the past. Heroes.
Lest anyone think I was being too bullish about so-called 'drink problems' on Friday; it's not that I find the concept inherently ludicrous, I just think it's far too widely applied. For instance, I will freely admit that these people have drink problems.
(Meanwhile, over at the Night of the Lib Dem Knives, it looks like Ming's going to be pretty much uncontested. Even before this business, I was never especially keen on him. But my favourite non-WCK Lib Dem's Lembit Opik (whose name, and obsession with comets, made me suspect he was sent from either our future or an alien world to save us all), and he seemed to be the last one loyal to Kennedy. So, in summary, we're doomed. If not by the comet from which he'll now tragically fail to save us, then by bacterial apocalypse, although the bit which really grabbed me there was about the plague village of Eyam: "Curiously, one of the survivors was the undertaker, who had handled every infected corpse. Researchers into Aids recently traced his descendants and found that they possessed unusual cell walls that made them immune to both bubonic-plague bacteria and HIV.")
Nice quick journey in today, and I even got a seat! An 'official RMT picket' tried to tell me the station was shut this morning. It would have been unconvincing at the best of times, what with the whole 'station blatantly being open' thing, but in any case, who but a tourist or a toddler believes a word the Tube staff tell them?
hospitalsoup and alexdecampi. But then I realised that the singer looked like Leonardo diCaprio in that brief window where he deserved to live, while sounding like Matt Johnson. And the songs sounded like everyone from Menlo Park to the Bathers to Ennui/Avalanche to the Flaming Stars to Jack. These people definitely merit further investigation.( Television )
Awaiting Lost, I caught some footage of Japan's 'scientific' whaling fleet at work, and while Greenpeace were doing that bit, I was mainly reminded of the existence of Sea Shepherd, who are quite open about ramming whaling vessels, and have even been accused of blowing the odd one up in the past. Heroes.
Lest anyone think I was being too bullish about so-called 'drink problems' on Friday; it's not that I find the concept inherently ludicrous, I just think it's far too widely applied. For instance, I will freely admit that these people have drink problems.
(Meanwhile, over at the Night of the Lib Dem Knives, it looks like Ming's going to be pretty much uncontested. Even before this business, I was never especially keen on him. But my favourite non-WCK Lib Dem's Lembit Opik (whose name, and obsession with comets, made me suspect he was sent from either our future or an alien world to save us all), and he seemed to be the last one loyal to Kennedy. So, in summary, we're doomed. If not by the comet from which he'll now tragically fail to save us, then by bacterial apocalypse, although the bit which really grabbed me there was about the plague village of Eyam: "Curiously, one of the survivors was the undertaker, who had handled every infected corpse. Researchers into Aids recently traced his descendants and found that they possessed unusual cell walls that made them immune to both bubonic-plague bacteria and HIV.")
Nice quick journey in today, and I even got a seat! An 'official RMT picket' tried to tell me the station was shut this morning. It would have been unconvincing at the best of times, what with the whole 'station blatantly being open' thing, but in any case, who but a tourist or a toddler believes a word the Tube staff tell them?
