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Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Too Much Socialising



I take an extra day off after Glastonbury, not to recover but to get some deliveries. John Lewis rang me and offered to deliver my new wardrobe on that day and I have also managed to get British Gas to come to service our eccentric boiler on the same day. I’ve also managed to get the people who are going to be putting external wall insulation on our house to make a site visit. I did try and get BT to come upgrade our internet to fibre but they are unavailable but the dogs will, no doubt, be thrilled at all this activity.

The wardrobe arrives early and that is soon assembled. Although it did cause them a slight challenge getting all the assorted bits up our steep narrow stairs.

The gas man is next. He replaces everything on the boiler, as usual. The dogs are already exhausted just with the socialising.

The insulation chaps arrive at 2pm. The boys think ‘oh no not again’ and are then totally knackered having seen everyone off. This means I can slip out in the evening to Rock City.

Carl Barat, again. Small world. From a crowd of fifty odd thousand plus at Glastonbury on Friday via Russia on Saturday to a sparse early Rock City crowd in Nottingham tonight and probably similar in Manchester last night. Barat is being a busy chappie at the moment, that's for sure. Whether it’s with the Libertines as special guests on the Pyramid or tonight in a more standard supporting role to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club with the Jackals, he's putting the hours in. I wonder which is the day job?


Will tonight be as shambling as the Libertines Glasto set? Not a bit of it. Tonight Barat’s Jackals are more structured and more organised. He even has his bandanna tied around his own waist this evening.

The songs are perhaps not as clever and inspired as his Pete Doherty shared compositions but tonight’s material was certainly delivered with far more flair and definitely far more enthusiasm. They’re also far heavier. This is British garage rock at its finest.

Don't give up the day job Carl, it this one is it.

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club are back in the UK promoting a new live album before playing a few festivals and seeing them at Rock City is always a treat. The trio, mainstays Robert Levon Been and Peter Hayes, together with drummer Leah Shapiro, have (as usual) pulled a big and loyal following tonight into what must now be a close to capacity crowd.

They take to the stage, like Barat and his Jackals, in all-black attire on what is the hottest evening of the year so far. There must be a dress code tonight.


They open with the title track from the 2010 album ‘Beat the Devil's Tattoo’ which is followed by a couple from their latest studio album ‘Specter at the Feast’ including ‘Let The Day Begin’, a track first recorded by Been's father’s band The Call, and now re-recorded in posthumous tribute to him.


This is the start of a two hour tour through their expansive back catalogue with Been and Hayes swapping between electric, bass and acoustic guitars throughout. As ever there is a mix of the epic, such as ‘American X’ and ‘Heart + Soul’, slower numbers like the country swagger of ‘Ain't No Easy Way’ and the thundering rock and roll of the likes of ‘Weapon of Choice’. They may even have chattered to the crowd a bit in between but most of what they said was inaudible.


Sadly too is a mid-set acoustic interlude, when the harmonica mic which worked so well on ‘Ain't No Easy Way’ appears to fail for ‘Complicated Situation’ and no one can hear the song. Disappointingly it makes an acoustic ‘Love Burns’ fall well below par as well. These are the only down points though of a generally storming set which ends with ‘Spread Your Love’ stirring up a predictable sweaty mosh in front of the stage.

With the band now running out of time before the 11pm curfew they return for just two more, ‘Shuffle Your Feet’ and ‘Whatever Happened to My Rock 'n' Roll’ which sees Been jumping into the crowd at its riotous finale. Good to have you back again guys.

(Tuesday 30th June)

Friday, 21 February 2014

Drubbing Down



It was odd having a night back at home without the dogs but on Friday morning the peace is shattered as we pick them up from kennels and bring them home. They seem to be pleased to see us, as long as no one mentions the takeaway they missed last night.

While we’re home for the day, re-bonding with the dogs, we get a chap in to service the boiler and I go to the doctors to finally get the drubbing down I deserve over my D minus on my health check report card.

Only instead I get praised. My figures may not have been perfect but apparently they are far better than everyone else’s. So that’s something at least. Double bonus is apparently both my liver and kidneys have all passed with flying colours. 

Cut back on the cheese’ the nurse tells me ‘but generally carry on with what you’re doing’.

That’s a dangerous thing to say... 

(Friday 21st February)

Friday, 11 January 2013

A Bit Of A W'ruff Night

I'm off work today. I have booked a boiler service for this morning and then this afternoon we’re off to the Lakes to fulfil a 15 year old ambition to stay in the Watermill Inn in Ings.

The original reason to stay there has long gone, that being Lees' Moonraker on draught. That disappeared when they started their own brewery and reduced the number of guest ale they have.


Still, with around 16 beers on at any one time it should be a good weekend. Oh and we intend to do some walking as well.

The day starts very productively. By 11am the gasman has been and gone, we’ve done the park and I've paid the tax return. Time now for a late breakfast.

The gasman has replaced a part that was dripping. Whether this will solve the pressure problem we're having (again), who knows. I guess we’ll see if it’s still working by the time we get back on Sunday evening.

Then after lunch, I collect L from work and we head up to Ings. We check in to our room, then after making ourselves and the dogs comfortable for a while, hit the bar.

Oddly we largely ignore the fact that there’s Old Peculiar on the bar. It’s a bit two-a-penny now it’s on in Nottingham as well as at the Old Dungeon Ghyll just down the road of course.

We settle in for a W'ruff Night instead.


(Friday 11th January)