Monday, 22 October 2012
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Monday, 13 August 2012
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
IT IS MY PIE.
No-one really reads this blog except myself; which is perfectly fine by the way. I’ve long given up on trying to impel folk to relish in my musings and thus encourage in such a way, be they friend or family, or anyone else. I also gratefully accept the support they do give however, even if it is not all I could wish for.
Though not to diminish the occasional ratification I have humbly yet greatly revelled in, this is true. My sisters rarely have glanced, my partner of ten years did just once, and a smattering of friends have perhaps once or twice, but nothing more.
Except my beloved Mother, who always did. Every word. She who was so loving, nurturing and encouraging held total belief in me, along with an unparalleled interest and all I was and could be. Though I was obviously so overwhelmingly blessed by her being all she was to me, my Mother will remain always a unique figure if only for that, though she was, of course, so much more.
But I recently came to the full realisation that though I yearn for more focus and attention, I really only write simply for myself. This is why I first began, as a child, and why I have always done; therefore the reason why I must again.
Hence often why I post on facebook, any example such as a week in February.
3rd of February 2012
"I've worked with Tom Cruise, Jerry Kattzenburg... do these names mean anything to you? You are nothing!"
"Yes Madam, and your charm has not persuaded me to now change my mind and let you in. Good night."
A drunken harpy at 5pm does not bode well.
5th of February 2012
Having reluctantly arisen from the sofa to attend the party; and thus made a slush-trek to relish in the multitude joys of the London Underground ~ I must now acknowledge that it is indeed possible I will also end up at the disco.
8th of February 2012
The sweetest sounds to mortals given
Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.’
Happy Birthday Mummy. I miss you SO much.
And I give thanks for you making me the most blessed boy in the world.
Now I know how the angels are made.
13th of February 2012
Abu Qatada illegally entered Britain in 1993, has never worked, never paid taxes and has thus far had £500,000 in benefits. And on top of that, his hook hand wasn't even real.* The 'tut' sound I am making right now is inflamed with profanity.
* (actually the guy with the hook hand is not Abu Qatada but Abu Hamza, but their similarity makes them almost indistinguishable)
14th of February 2012
Who ate all the pies? So far this year, not me; a somewhat astounding action when you know how much I simply love pie.
They say the proof is in the pudding. Or in this case, the lack of.
I was dreading the weigh-in after my P.T. Session today. Pleasantly surprised that I’ve lost 1.75 kg. This is less than one pound a week I admit but then slower the loss, the better to keep it off so is said, and bearing in mind I don’t need to loose loads, just shape up, I’m happy with that.
It’s progress. Slow and steady. And it was the tortoise who won in the end.
15th of February 2012
A mid-week lie in. The sun shines to the day. No work, no commitments other than a nurturing of my own body and soul.
Oh, and (whoops) I’ve had a pie.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
I’ll not build suspense and wait until my conclusion, no need, as what follows will soon point to my clear standing that the inaugural night of ‘Studio Seven’ on Sunday the 11th of December 2011 was one of thee best parties I have been to. Ever.
I’m not sure what precisely secured me into stepping out into the Sabbath eventide, particularly after one of the most gruelling working weeks of the year (if you’ve not worked in hospitality, you might not fully grasp how going out voluntarily to any social event in December takes such a huge effort).
Sure, I was buoyed by being with a valued friend (one Mr. Stuart V), and undoubtedly both by the claim to bring an unparalleled night music together with the warmth of the invitation helped; it deserved some attention and support.
So I dropped down to London Bridge – early at about 5.45pm because I (happily misguided in such) thought I’d be done by 9pm at the latest.
As I descended the stairs following a few minutes of being lost in the upper bar of Belushi I was greeted with beguiling charm and gracefully ushered in.
Coat in the room, I went to the bar, with prices I’ve not seen since the late 80’s – just £2 for a V & T as example – which in these austere times meant a night out in London Town need not be an expensive one.
Shortly after I was met by one of the men behind the whole venture, one Alan Dixon. Being still on my own at this time, this friendly engagement made for a warm welcome; much appreciated.
My company arrived, along with some soon-to-be-new-found friends, and before too long what might have been a fairly low-key affair was soon pulsing with a good throng of folk. Drinks, conversation and laughter flowed, and being unable to deny the finest grooves being mixed out, the dance floor began to pulse to perfection.
Then came the time for the ‘live’ portion to the night. And any doubt that this seemed an unnecessary (as the vibe was already hitting high) break in the whole affair was swiftly dispelled.
My oh my! What gifts we were given!
First up was a sublime slice of bewitching acoustic number from one Haribike Pepito.
Next up we had the sensational sass of Shanti.
And then the gorgeous Sian Thomas cleaned up the rest of the applause with a trio of numbers, showing her direction and, as finale, her roots that saw the crowd go WILD to her vocal and her Dad's blues harmonica in ‘Got No Cash’. I cannot find enough superlatives here – so let me just say AMAZING.
But that wasn’t it. Oh no. Couldn’t end there. And so the rest of the night was given over to our second DJ Maestro Mista Pierre, who span us all off into dancing heaven.
Was it a great night? You knew I was saying that from the start.
As Berthold Auerbach put it: ‘Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.’ It certainly did, for as we all know (and to borrow again from another), great music is to the soul what a water bath is to the body. Boy, were we cleansed!
All hail the acts, the band, the DJs, the supporters such as those from ‘ethikool’ , the crowd and all with the ‘Studio Seven’ Team (especially Alan and Andy). Thank you.
Bring on the next!