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Jul. 16th, 2007 07:05 pmI was pleasantly surprised by the relative absence of 'TONY B.LIAR!'-style Stop The War goons et al from Sunday's anti-racist festival in Finsbury Park; the bolshier of the two rubbish comperes did go into a brief bit about the wonder of hijabs, but nothing too hard to ignore. The weather was abysmal - presumably because god is racist - but festival downpours are no big deal when you've got an umbrella-ella-ella-ella and you're within walking distance of your own bed. The running order was a puzzle - presumably St Etienne and Kelis needed to be elsewhere for the evening, or just wanted to be home in time for tea. Though that still doesn't explain why, with so much good material to pick from, they both played sets which badly sagged in the middle. Still, I got to see 'Lightning Strikes Twice' and 'Milkshake' for free on home turf, so I can't complain too much. Jamelia, on the other hand, doesn't have that much good material, but made up for it by being a general trouper and throwing in some well-chosen covers - her take on Gnarls Barkley may not have equalled Greg Dulli's, but her 'Take Your Mama Out' absolutely massacred the Scissor Sisters original. As for the Noisettes...having a black woman front a rockabilly band speaks more directly to the festival's theme than any of the other acts, and I can see why people like them, but based on this showing they're not for me.
Didn't stick around for the rest of it, which means we missed Ken's self-promotion spot. A shame, as I'd been planning to start a chant of 'BORIS!' going. Just for the record - Boris' mayoral bid has the full support of this journal, so long as he makes no more apologies. I really do feel his apologies demean him.
True-but-dubious-sounding lesson learned on Saturday night: when it comes to swordfighting, size really isn't everything, especially if the larger weapon is also a bit on the floppy side.
The carrier bags in Tesco are no longer marked as biodegradable, simply '100% degradable'. This makes them sound as though they're applying for jobs in the p0rn industry.
As to what's happening on my roof...the Devil alone knows, frankly. And that might even be literal.
Didn't stick around for the rest of it, which means we missed Ken's self-promotion spot. A shame, as I'd been planning to start a chant of 'BORIS!' going. Just for the record - Boris' mayoral bid has the full support of this journal, so long as he makes no more apologies. I really do feel his apologies demean him.
True-but-dubious-sounding lesson learned on Saturday night: when it comes to swordfighting, size really isn't everything, especially if the larger weapon is also a bit on the floppy side.
The carrier bags in Tesco are no longer marked as biodegradable, simply '100% degradable'. This makes them sound as though they're applying for jobs in the p0rn industry.
As to what's happening on my roof...the Devil alone knows, frankly. And that might even be literal.
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