Mr Buckley strikes again - despite the early morning 'revelations' sounds like a great weekend !
Got involved in the filming of a video for Max Coopers latest release in the afternoon which was interesting.
Saturday eve = beauty and the beat at the new empowering church. Brilliant night - family/house party atmos and following the original New York tradition, a buffet of dried apricots soaked in ac1d.
Wonderful, eclectic music and a great night.
Thought you might get involved with the Max Cooper thing
. Very nearly went to the New Empowering too ... but couldn't waste a ticket and wound up in Brixton with Minimarc ... a very very messy affair ensued ....
Friday - Failed to get to London completely after swing by to pick up a friend and winding up taking his flat-mate to A&E for a stomach pump. Was not a happy bunny
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Saturday - efforts to work were rather ineffectual and wound up in Brixton meeting up with Minimarc, his ex and her rather dippy flatmate (
). Absolutely GREAT night at Electric Brixton (the old Fridge) with fantastic sets from Speedy J and Marcel Dettmann (pre-drinkies meant we missed Fengler but hey-ho). Gareth Wild & Chris Sanford dished out some good stuff too in the 'ante-room'. Sandwell District came on .. pace dropped a bit and decided to bolt to Cable for Jaded (I was back below the limit I think by then
).
Sunday - Oh my god - the queue ! I'm a terrible one for queues .. managed to blag straight in and lost Minimarc for 2 hours
oops
. Was very very messy (if you've been you know what I mean) ... great music and totally great fun. About 11.30 I couldn't dance (or stand up) any longer. And then the full saga unfolded...
Rescued Minimarc from an amorous male suitor
lol:
) and left as I needed directing back to the car. I have no bearings on Cable location although I've been there before. Basically, Minimarc got us there about 5am but had no recollection whatsoever of how he'd arrived. I had no clue where I'd parked either. All I had was a vague recollection of turning into a side street and driving round a sort of 'island'. Vague flashbacks of possible hospitals, or office-type areas but nothing tangible to speak of.
Suffice to say that we pounded the streets for hours in the arctic rain looking dodgy in our 'hoodies' looking for the car (took me 2 hours to persuade Marc the car was NOT in Brixton), with a break for a pizza (where
someone fell asleep at the table
) and a pub leveller (partly to get Minimarc's iphone charged behind the bar - my own phone was out of battery too)...
No-one could be raised at the flat in Brixton (bar ex's dippy flatmate who insisted my car was in Brixton when I knew for sure it wasn't
...). Having phoned the Council, Trace and the Pound still no clue as to car whereabouts.
Was in a taxi about to give up totally exhausted when the driver announced it would be nearly £300 if I didn't find the car and it got towed. Fuelled with adrenaline, I jumped out, left Minimarc, bought an A to Z and proceeded to quarter the entire radius around Cable on an extended - and very determined - 'powerwalk'. At the very end of my quest, the sun came out ... and as I turned the corner to Southwark Crown Court at 4pm ... there it was (right outside the entrance) - unscathed and unticketed - complete with food, orange/mango juice & fags. And I suddenly remembered I had (correctly) thought it would be safe there
lol
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Despite the mangled ordeal yesterday, it was a flipping GREAT night and feel like I've run a marathon today... really must do something about getting a 'find-my-car' facility in future tho'
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