Weekend Rundowns

Enjoyed the rain in Brighton having thought I might return with a bit of a tan! Great place though - thanks for the tips everyone.
 
Barbie said:
Was The Cross as rubbish as I predicted :spank: :lol:
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Id guess so :(

Went to Bristol for the weekend. Ended up in a decent club called Timbuktoo, not sure who the DJ's were but they kept me dancing till the end.8)

Saw Barca slip up again :( , and possibly hand the title the t*ssers from the capital :evil:

Macdonsj, glad you had a good one in London, had i not been in Bristol, Gallery and Kleinenberg would have been my choices :D

Gallery never disappoints!
 
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Friday - Nothing much, couple of films and, oh, I cooked a (proper) meal. Without using a microwave (except for the rice). Which is big news for me! :? It promptly dawned on me that cooking is infact the new dj'ing. The similarities are endless, and I think it might catch on. The tunes are the ingredients, and the mixing is the putting together and the cooking.

I soon discovered though, like all good djs know, however, is that the real skill, whether you dj on cd's, vinyl or laptop, is not the tunes, nor the transitions nor the planning of yoru set. Its the amount of muscles and body parts that are used in doing a 4 beat bass cut. I like to think I'm quite proficient in this respect, and can move a filter from 12 to 1 o'clock using all my hips, back, shoulder, elbow and finaly the fingers as merely the connecting part between your soul and the fader knob.;)

Well, (I digress) back to cooking, and the real art, is not the ingredients, cooking, preparation or presentation. It's all about how fancy you can be in your movements in adding ingredients. We want cocktail like drops of rice into the rice cooker, nonchalent brushes of vegetables off the chopping board, and lazily flicking the paprika in the like Rowan Atkinson mincing about with Emma Thompsons non-present in Love Actually.

Ainsley Harriot is clearly the Danny Tenaglia of all this, and if someone could give me a few pointers to some of his sets (tv appearances), then I'd be most appreciative. Like when I dj, I imagine there's a crowd of millions in front of me, well when I cook, you can almost hear me talking to the camera as I display how the masterpiece is created. Does everyone do this?

Saturday was spent excecuting Operation iGhettoBlaster, and as I sat down in the evening with a curry and a few new films to watch, I got the call that an old friend was in town, and was promptly dragged up to Fabric. Which was good, but very very Fabric - Far too rammed, even in the vip (which was about as exclusive as the old ministry one!), the crowd hand picked from the very worst type of people that you'd ever want to share a nightclub with! I like to think that, in any club in London, it's pretty much guaranteed that I'll bump into even the most breiefest of past acquainatances; though I have never in all my years (only a handful of visits!) of met anyone in Fabric that I knew (and didn't walk in there with). Which on reflection is quite agood thing to say about one's social circle, considering the people we're talking about.

The music was immensely trendy, immensely clever, and a lot more palatable than I was expecting. I've always considered Tiefschwarz (after giving up on them going back to their original sound which was actually quite funky) the public school boys of minimal, athough with all the contributing factors of the crowd, it didn't really stick with me. And once again, a fact more prevalent than the sun possibly rising tomorrow, you are reminded that Fabric is no place to take a lady. Each time I go there I'm very unpleasantly surprised, but it really does make you wonder a) where the hell these people (all the other people in Fabric) come from, and b) wherever this place is, do they actually have women there? The answer to the latter can only be a resounding 'no' as far as I'm concerned!

Still, due to the company and the music, it was a good night, and nice to go out knowing I was going to do it all 'straight' (save for a couple of lagers), and not have some 2 hour treachourous mission home from wherever I get kidnapped to in two days time!

Sunday was football day, Spurs vs Man ****ty (see what I did there?!), and I was pleasantly surprised with the atmosphere at the lane. The match was fairly uneventful, and after being treated to the atmosphere of Germany last yeaar, and Millwall in the mid 90's, most other matches seem lacklustre in comparison. Though the crowd were in top form. Regrettably I didn't hear the "What's that coming over the hill/Is it CHIMBONDA/Is it CHIMBONDAAAAH" chant though this was more than made up for the next piece of terrace brilliance:

(Altogether now, to the tune of Land of Hope and Glory (or macho man Randy Savage's theme tune, to yanks of anyone else less familiar with the original!))

We Love Maaaaaaarrrtttin Jooooooooooooolll
Martin Jooooooool loves me
We Love Maaaaaaarrrtttin Jooooooooooooolll
And Maaaaaaaaaaaartin Jooooooool loves me!

Massive :D :D :D

Still firmly lodged in my head, and to hear it echoing round the park when the players and Jol were doing the end of season awards and speech bits was pretty special (for a Spurs game!)!

Got Sunday afternoon, thoroughly happy with myself, and my boys down the lane, still with the above tune firmly wedged in my consciousness, and it's lucky I'm pretty much the only one in here today, or else I'll be singing it to anyone that'll listen!

:D 8)
 
friday night in with yummy food and wines, haircut and ibiza shopping then another night in, day out with my girlfriends ibiza shopping and eating, (thank the lord spurs made it into europe - i couldn't face a whole year of miserable male syndrome from my husband - and :D the season's over) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) /10
 
Robder said:
What's it like? I've heard mixed reviews.
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I sat through it and when it finished I almost collapsed - I had been that tense through it, holding my breath etc ....

I dont want to tell you anything really because I hate going to see films when I know most of the story, when the shocking bits are etc etc....

Just go see it - I preferred it to the first......8O 8O 8O
 
I'd forgotten how good the Ministry was. Ended up there on Saturday night and I don't remember getting home, always the sign of a heavy night !
 
Dan x said:
Friday - Nothing much, couple of films and, oh, I cooked a (proper) meal. Without using a microwave (except for the rice). Which is big news for me! :? It promptly dawned on me that cooking is infact the new dj'ing. The similarities are endless, and I think it might catch on. The tunes are the ingredients, and the mixing is the putting together and the cooking.

I soon discovered though, like all good djs know, however, is that the real skill, whether you dj on cd's, vinyl or laptop, is not the tunes, nor the transitions nor the planning of yoru set. Its the amount of muscles and body parts that are used in doing a 4 beat bass cut. I like to think I'm quite proficient in this respect, and can move a filter from 12 to 1 o'clock using all my hips, back, shoulder, elbow and finaly the fingers as merely the connecting part between your soul and the fader knob.;)

Well, (I digress) back to cooking, and the real art, is not the ingredients, cooking, preparation or presentation. It's all about how fancy you can be in your movements in adding ingredients. We want cocktail like drops of rice into the rice cooker, nonchalent brushes of vegetables off the chopping board, and lazily flicking the paprika in the like Rowan Atkinson mincing about with Emma Thompsons non-present in Love Actually.

Ainsley Harriot is clearly the Danny Tenaglia of all this, and if someone could give me a few pointers to some of his sets (tv appearances), then I'd be most appreciative. Like when I dj, I imagine there's a crowd of millions in front of me, well when I cook, you can almost hear me talking to the camera as I display how the masterpiece is created. Does everyone do this?

Saturday was spent excecuting Operation iGhettoBlaster, and as I sat down in the evening with a curry and a few new films to watch, I got the call that an old friend was in town, and was promptly dragged up to Fabric. Which was good, but very very Fabric - Far too rammed, even in the vip (which was about as exclusive as the old ministry one!), the crowd hand picked from the very worst type of people that you'd ever want to share a nightclub with! I like to think that, in any club in London, it's pretty much guaranteed that I'll bump into even the most breiefest of past acquainatances; though I have never in all my years (only a handful of visits!) of met anyone in Fabric that I knew (and didn't walk in there with). Which on reflection is quite agood thing to say about one's social circle, considering the people we're talking about.

The music was immensely trendy, immensely clever, and a lot more palatable than I was expecting. I've always considered Tiefschwarz (after giving up on them going back to their original sound which was actually quite funky) the public school boys of minimal, athough with all the contributing factors of the crowd, it didn't really stick with me. And once again, a fact more prevalent than the sun possibly rising tomorrow, you are reminded that Fabric is no place to take a lady. Each time I go there I'm very unpleasantly surprised, but it really does make you wonder a) where the hell these people (all the other people in Fabric) come from, and b) wherever this place is, do they actually have women there? The answer to the latter can only be a resounding 'no' as far as I'm concerned!

Still, due to the company and the music, it was a good night, and nice to go out knowing I was going to do it all 'straight' (save for a couple of lagers), and not have some 2 hour treachourous mission home from wherever I get kidnapped to in two days time!

Sunday was football day, Spurs vs Man ****ty (see what I did there?!), and I was pleasantly surprised with the atmosphere at the lane. The match was fairly uneventful, and after being treated to the atmosphere of Germany last yeaar, and Millwall in the mid 90's, most other matches seem lacklustre in comparison. Though the crowd were in top form. Regrettably I didn't hear the "What's that coming over the hill/Is it CHIMBONDA/Is it CHIMBONDAAAAH" chant though this was more than made up for the next piece of terrace brilliance:

(Altogether now, to the tune of Land of Hope and Glory (or macho man Randy Savage's theme tune, to yanks of anyone else less familiar with the original!))

We Love Maaaaaaarrrtttin Jooooooooooooolll
Martin Jooooooool loves me
We Love Maaaaaaarrrtttin Jooooooooooooolll
And Maaaaaaaaaaaartin Jooooooool loves me!

Massive :D :D :D

Still firmly lodged in my head, and to hear it echoing round the park when the players and Jol were doing the end of season awards and speech bits was pretty special (for a Spurs game!)!

Got Sunday afternoon, thoroughly happy with myself, and my boys down the lane, still with the above tune firmly wedged in my consciousness, and it's lucky I'm pretty much the only one in here today, or else I'll be singing it to anyone that'll listen!

:D 8)
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Goodness me, that's a very concise review!
 
Oh, and I forgot, talking of films, I saw Dea Mans Shoes for the first time on Sunday night.

8O 8O 8O 8O 8O 8O Doesn't even come close.

THE most intense film I have ever watched. A real stunning piece of film that I can't beleive I hadn't heard of it til This Is England got released. I physically covered my jaw dropped mouth with my hand at the brilliant finale.

Almost gives me goose-bumps just thinking about it!

The acting is spot on too, as with TIE. Especially as trying to recreate people under-the-influence can so easily look rather crap, but it's all done so so well. I can't believe the main guy hasn't/isn't in more stuff.

As I think lready mentioned on her, it was made by the same guy who made This Is England, Shaun Meadows. Whilst the two films I've seen of his have been good, and earth shatteringly briiliant, I genuinely don't think I've got the courage to go through another one of his flicks for a while due to what it takes out of you!
 
Robder said:
Goodness me, that's a very concise review!
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:oops: :oops: :oops:
I suppose it is (sorry!). I didn't mean to take any attention off you, if that was what you were worried about ;) :lol:

With no-one around it's a slow day in insurance, and one is burstin with energy!
 
grego said:
quality review x-man.

can't believe you do rice in the micro tho:? :? :lol:
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I have this special super-contraption the sort of which is probably found in lakeland plastics or that innovations catalogue! You fill it with boiling water, then whack it in for 14 minutes, then it has it's own basket that drains it and everything! Magic!

Just be grateful I don't have your email address or you're not a financial institution that's done me wrong! That above was about the 4th essay I've written today!

I must have smashed all wpm personal bests!
 
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