I really should be doing something else, but I'm still too tired... although Groupie got me some ginseng-enriched multi-vitamins today which should help. They did in the past, and hopefully they will this time. Then when I've got my mojo back I can work on a more permanent solution :)
Anyway, I find myself on the sofa again, this time leafing through YouTube clips, and I came across this beauty from 1981. I've always been interested in the bits that go between the TV programmes - what's called "presentation" or simply "pres" in official circles - and I know I said I wouldn't live in the past in the 2010s, but I guess the habit is a little harder to break than I'd like it to be :) or maybe it really was better then...
Let's take a trip back to lunchtime on September 7, 1981. Zone out with me for a couple of minutes and then I'll tell you why I like this clip.
Not much to it, was there? These days you'd be lucky to get a two-minute run up to the news with just music and a slowly rotating globe. We'd have been able to fit several trailers for upcoming programmes in there (no adverts, though - this is the BBC, remember). But then, TV did go at a much slower pace back then - plenty of time to finish making that coffee before the news. You'd have actually had to get up and go across the room to change channel anyway - and there were only three to choose from back then. Not that there would have been nuch else on at that time anyway. Breakfast television was still two years away, and TV still didn't really get going till mid-afternoon.
And yes, that would have been the first TV news bulletin of the day, at 12.30! In fact, on this particular day, we'd have had three hours of testcard on BBC1 leading up to this - and then some more of the testcard after the news until the children's programmes started!
The long sequence with the globe was probably to show it off - this was the first day that particular style of it was used on BBC1. The globe itself actually dates back to 1969 and was used for sixteen years, with just the colour and typeface changing every so often. Most people my age who lived in the UK will remember this fondly, after all it was used before every programme on BBC1 - all our old favourites, Doctor Who, Blue Peter, Top Of The Pops...the list goes on. Same goes for the clock - notice how the hour markers get a little thicker as you move round the clockface. This is an absolute classic of a design, and the BBC clearly still think so, as they've brought it back for their website home page.
And how about that lovely warm synth sound eh? Just positively screams early 1980s to me. Very Gary Numan/Human League.
There's tons of this sort of stuff available on YouTube if you're into this sort of thing. Gives me a lovely warm glow of nostalgia. Yes, I know, I should get out more. First, though, I have to get my energy back...
2010-02-19
2010-02-18
One Of My Turns
The extreme tiredness continues. As does the rather black mood.
A friend of mine, when he gets drunk, tends to send me text messages extolling the beauty of Pink Floyd tracks in general and Shine On You Crazy Diamond in particular - in fact he wants that track played at his funeral. I'm crashed out on the sofa having been there all day, more or less, and my mind drifts off to another Pink Floyd track - this time from The Wall. It seems rather appropriate at the moment. As does the whole album, come to that.
I could write a blog post about how I feel right now, but Roger Waters was there thirty years before me.
Day after day, love turns grey, like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and you have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as razor blade, tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favourite axe.
Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase, just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV, or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
A friend of mine, when he gets drunk, tends to send me text messages extolling the beauty of Pink Floyd tracks in general and Shine On You Crazy Diamond in particular - in fact he wants that track played at his funeral. I'm crashed out on the sofa having been there all day, more or less, and my mind drifts off to another Pink Floyd track - this time from The Wall. It seems rather appropriate at the moment. As does the whole album, come to that.
I could write a blog post about how I feel right now, but Roger Waters was there thirty years before me.
pink floyd
one of my turns
the wall 1979
Day after day, love turns grey, like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and you have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as razor blade, tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favourite axe.
Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase, just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV, or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
2010-02-17
Stargazing Inside A Tent
Finally getting it together to blog about the events of Sunday past. I'm in a rather hibernatory mood right now, and have been for the last few days. It's getting very difficult to get up for work in the morning, and sometimes even to think. Although this tends to happen every year with me it's still a worrying trend, as I can't remember being this tired in winter before. So if my writing doesn't make sense, bear with me...
Anyway, it was Valentine's Day on Sunday, which also coincided with the dark moon and the Chinese New Year (of the metal Tiger). Last Chinese New Year I was in London, proudly wearing my red jeans and learning how to say "Happy New Year" in Cantonese along with London's Mayor Boris Johnson and loads of others in Trafalgar Square. As for Valentine's Day last year, Groupie and I were in London for that too, and found ourselves in the green room after a concert hanging out with a certain band she likes :) We were never going to be able to out-do that particular February 14th, but we did OK under the circumstances I think.
Groupie saw an advertisement for an event entitled "Love Under The Stars" which was an evening dedicated to the science behind love, and would also feature people from the local astronomical society who planned to put up a telescope or two so we could look up at the night sky. As an alien, I of course have a rather keen interest in space :) and the whole thing appealed to my inquiring BBC Four type mind. Groupie also fancied a go at this rather unconventional activity for Valentine's Day and so we decided to go to it. The offer of pink champagne and a chocolate fountain sealed the deal!
Unfortunately the weather that night was not exactly suited for stargazing - very cloudy and a bit damp - but the event went ahead as planned anyway. We enjoyed dipping marshmallows into the chocolate fountain, and the pink champagne - a rare example of Groupie indulging in a little "adult beverage" :) There was also a competition set up where you had to answer various questions about space which were up on the walls around the venue, we didn't win but at least we had a go.
And the stargazing still went ahead - stargazing of the virtual kind, inside a large tent! They had set up a planetarium-like device which projected an image of the night sky on the tent (which was filled with hot air to keep the "sky" from falling!) In a way, this was better, since we could move around the whole sky and even have the images of the constellations overlaid on top of the stars - you need a lot of imagination, or maybe a lot more pink champagne, to see Leo the "lion" or Pegasus the "flying horse" in the real sky!
There were a few interesting talks given as well - where we learned various interesting things. Such as the mathematical way to find the perfect partner (go out with/sleep with twelve people to start with, then settle down with the next person you meet who is better than all of those original twelve) the reason why women can't seem to make up their mind whether they want an "old macho" or a sensitive "new man" (their answer will depend on the time of the month, as it's all about the hormones, baby!) and my personal favourite - at every party, you will always find two people who personally know the same amount of guests attending it. Not necessarily the same guests, but the same amount of guests.
Quite an enjoyable and suitably different way to spend what is supposedly the most romantic night of the year (which neither of us have ever really bought into anyway) Groupie asked me at the end if we could go walking some night and see if we can see the International Space Station flying overhead - they gave us details of how to find out if it's visible, and I have the dates of the next few passes. Who needs flowers eh?
Anyway, it was Valentine's Day on Sunday, which also coincided with the dark moon and the Chinese New Year (of the metal Tiger). Last Chinese New Year I was in London, proudly wearing my red jeans and learning how to say "Happy New Year" in Cantonese along with London's Mayor Boris Johnson and loads of others in Trafalgar Square. As for Valentine's Day last year, Groupie and I were in London for that too, and found ourselves in the green room after a concert hanging out with a certain band she likes :) We were never going to be able to out-do that particular February 14th, but we did OK under the circumstances I think.
Groupie saw an advertisement for an event entitled "Love Under The Stars" which was an evening dedicated to the science behind love, and would also feature people from the local astronomical society who planned to put up a telescope or two so we could look up at the night sky. As an alien, I of course have a rather keen interest in space :) and the whole thing appealed to my inquiring BBC Four type mind. Groupie also fancied a go at this rather unconventional activity for Valentine's Day and so we decided to go to it. The offer of pink champagne and a chocolate fountain sealed the deal!
Unfortunately the weather that night was not exactly suited for stargazing - very cloudy and a bit damp - but the event went ahead as planned anyway. We enjoyed dipping marshmallows into the chocolate fountain, and the pink champagne - a rare example of Groupie indulging in a little "adult beverage" :) There was also a competition set up where you had to answer various questions about space which were up on the walls around the venue, we didn't win but at least we had a go.
And the stargazing still went ahead - stargazing of the virtual kind, inside a large tent! They had set up a planetarium-like device which projected an image of the night sky on the tent (which was filled with hot air to keep the "sky" from falling!) In a way, this was better, since we could move around the whole sky and even have the images of the constellations overlaid on top of the stars - you need a lot of imagination, or maybe a lot more pink champagne, to see Leo the "lion" or Pegasus the "flying horse" in the real sky!
There were a few interesting talks given as well - where we learned various interesting things. Such as the mathematical way to find the perfect partner (go out with/sleep with twelve people to start with, then settle down with the next person you meet who is better than all of those original twelve) the reason why women can't seem to make up their mind whether they want an "old macho" or a sensitive "new man" (their answer will depend on the time of the month, as it's all about the hormones, baby!) and my personal favourite - at every party, you will always find two people who personally know the same amount of guests attending it. Not necessarily the same guests, but the same amount of guests.
Quite an enjoyable and suitably different way to spend what is supposedly the most romantic night of the year (which neither of us have ever really bought into anyway) Groupie asked me at the end if we could go walking some night and see if we can see the International Space Station flying overhead - they gave us details of how to find out if it's visible, and I have the dates of the next few passes. Who needs flowers eh?
owl city
fireflies
ocean eyes 2009
2010-02-11
Come On Feel The [Red] Noise
Sitting on the sofa, I'm chilling out and trying to achieve a Zen-like mood. Well, maybe not. Actually, I'm feeling a little fragile right now. The wheels are beginning to fall off again - the clutter in my house is making a return and it's been a while since I've been to my local "cardroom" to indulge in a spot of poker. Also, organizing the trip to Oslo is going to be a bit more complicated (and a bit more expensive) than I'd like. Then of course, there's my feelings about the people I have the misfortune to work with. They seem to see me as some sort of figure of fun and I've decided the less these people know about my life, the better. It's not my fault they're too ignorant to appreciate we don't all want to live our lives the same way.
Anyway, I've been experimenting with a noise generator over the last few days. It's available on the web at Simply Noise and is a pretty cool piece of kit. It does one thing, and one thing only - generate a source of noise. You get a choice of white noise, pink noise or red/brown noise (different people call that last one different things - personally, I'm in the "red" camp). What's the difference? Well, white noise is the classic "FM radio hiss" we all know. Pink noise is white noise with a bass boost, described by Groupie as sounding like "BBC closed down after the [TV] programmes have finished". Red noise is pink noise with a further bass boost and is my particular favourite when it comes to noise. I do like my bass after all :)
Why would anyone want this sort of thing, though? Well, I find it works great for "tuning out" the outside world, which I tend to do a lot... particularly on occasions like the weekend when a bunch of the local feral youth decided to park a mobile disco outside in the street. Their "banging tunes" - or rather, just the bass component - was not exactly what I wanted to hear that evening, so I cranked up the noise generator to tune it out. You don't have to turn it up loud (I've got it at about 55 dB right now), and I'm not saying it would work as a substitute for soundproofing, but it does lessen the impact of the sound outside.
Another thing you can do at the site is "oscillate" the volume of the noise - it'll slowly cycle louder and quieter, and I really like to do this around bedtime with the red noise. It sounds just like the surf pounding against the shore, and I can easily imagine myself to be living in a lighthouse or something like that. Very calming. Incidentally, the site also offer a free download of a thunderstorm which lasts about an hour which I also find nice to listen to when I'm chilling out. Add that to the oscillating red noise and all that's missing is the shipping forecast :)
Finally, there's a rather unexpected use for the generator I discovered - adding it to music. Back in the 1980s, I was listening to most of my favourite tracks on AM (or even longwave) radio, usually late at night from transmitters on the other side of the North Sea, and the reception sometimes left a bit to be desired. Of course now we have Spotify offering all my generation's music in crystal-clear digital format, but I was thinking to myself one night "it would be nice if I could occasionally add in some of that AM interference to really complete the nostalgia trip". No problem - just add some oscillating noise at a low level (pink or white noise seems to work better for this) and I'm right back in my 1980s bedroom with that white double-cassette beatbox...
Go on, make some noise!
Anyway, I've been experimenting with a noise generator over the last few days. It's available on the web at Simply Noise and is a pretty cool piece of kit. It does one thing, and one thing only - generate a source of noise. You get a choice of white noise, pink noise or red/brown noise (different people call that last one different things - personally, I'm in the "red" camp). What's the difference? Well, white noise is the classic "FM radio hiss" we all know. Pink noise is white noise with a bass boost, described by Groupie as sounding like "BBC closed down after the [TV] programmes have finished". Red noise is pink noise with a further bass boost and is my particular favourite when it comes to noise. I do like my bass after all :)
Why would anyone want this sort of thing, though? Well, I find it works great for "tuning out" the outside world, which I tend to do a lot... particularly on occasions like the weekend when a bunch of the local feral youth decided to park a mobile disco outside in the street. Their "banging tunes" - or rather, just the bass component - was not exactly what I wanted to hear that evening, so I cranked up the noise generator to tune it out. You don't have to turn it up loud (I've got it at about 55 dB right now), and I'm not saying it would work as a substitute for soundproofing, but it does lessen the impact of the sound outside.
Another thing you can do at the site is "oscillate" the volume of the noise - it'll slowly cycle louder and quieter, and I really like to do this around bedtime with the red noise. It sounds just like the surf pounding against the shore, and I can easily imagine myself to be living in a lighthouse or something like that. Very calming. Incidentally, the site also offer a free download of a thunderstorm which lasts about an hour which I also find nice to listen to when I'm chilling out. Add that to the oscillating red noise and all that's missing is the shipping forecast :)
Finally, there's a rather unexpected use for the generator I discovered - adding it to music. Back in the 1980s, I was listening to most of my favourite tracks on AM (or even longwave) radio, usually late at night from transmitters on the other side of the North Sea, and the reception sometimes left a bit to be desired. Of course now we have Spotify offering all my generation's music in crystal-clear digital format, but I was thinking to myself one night "it would be nice if I could occasionally add in some of that AM interference to really complete the nostalgia trip". No problem - just add some oscillating noise at a low level (pink or white noise seems to work better for this) and I'm right back in my 1980s bedroom with that white double-cassette beatbox...
Go on, make some noise!
slade
cum on feel the noize
sladest 1973
2010-02-08
Let's Go To Oslo
I'm currently jumping all around the room in an incredibly happy mood. Why is this? Well, I've just got two tickets to this year's Eurovision Song Contest in Oslo. Admittedly it's not the "actual" contest (those tickets sold out almost as soon as they went on sale this morning) they're for the dress rehearsal on Friday night. But that's still significant because the Eurovision "juries" cast their votes based on that dress rehearsal, so this will be as close to the actual contest as you can get without being there. It's half price as well, which helps :)
I've watched almost every single Eurovision contest on TV since 1980 and I've always wanted to attend the contest live. Long term readers will remember I actually tried entering the contest myself as a singer last year. That was unsuccessful, but did lead to me blogging about the final selection process for a website during January 2009, so not all bad news then!
Groupie will be coming with me, and I'm giving her the tickets for Valentine's Day (don't laugh...) I think I'm slowly and finally turning her on to Eurovision - she did actually watch it on TV last year, and she took me to the Eurobeat stage show (where we became fans of Iceland for the night - and I still have my flag and badge)
Now then, I should really get some flights and accomodation booked, yeah? Maybe after I've calmed down...
I've watched almost every single Eurovision contest on TV since 1980 and I've always wanted to attend the contest live. Long term readers will remember I actually tried entering the contest myself as a singer last year. That was unsuccessful, but did lead to me blogging about the final selection process for a website during January 2009, so not all bad news then!
Groupie will be coming with me, and I'm giving her the tickets for Valentine's Day (don't laugh...) I think I'm slowly and finally turning her on to Eurovision - she did actually watch it on TV last year, and she took me to the Eurobeat stage show (where we became fans of Iceland for the night - and I still have my flag and badge)
Now then, I should really get some flights and accomodation booked, yeah? Maybe after I've calmed down...
wig wam
in my dreams
norwegian eurovision entry 2005
2010-02-03
Chips For Breakfast, Anyone?
I now realize why most big poker tournaments are usually scheduled to start in mid-afternoon, or early evening. You don't hear of many with a 06.30 starting time, do you? And yet, that was the time I found myself logging into my card room and preparing to play a bit of Razz. But then I didn't have much choice...
With a bankroll of only about $17.50, the determination not to deposit any more money unless I go el busto, and the discipline to play within my bankroll at all times (which usually means playing for pennies, but every little helps) there's not many tournaments I can enter, which is why I've been trying the cash games. But there are a few with tiny entry fees that I can try, and one of them really caught my eye - a $1 Razz tournament, named after one of my favourite professional players (see if you can work out who). The tournament is only held on Tuesdays, at 06.30 my time, which means of course I would only be able to play if my rotating day off for the week happened to be a Tuesday - like it was this week. Miss it, and I'd have to wait until late March for another opportunity.
I wasn't sure about entering it, to be honest. Despite usually being awake (and at work) at 06.30, getting up that early on a day when I didn't have to seemed a bit of a drag, especially the way I've been feeling lately. And I'd just got my bankroll back up above $17. If I entered this and lost, it would be back down to $16 and change. Then again, it was a tournament (my preferred poker format) and it was razz, and there's not many razz tournaments about as everyone wants to play Hold'em. And there was no way I'd have the discipline to wait 6 weeks to have a crack at a tournament which paid almost $100 for first place last time it was held. Maybe there was another way...
There was a 30 cent "satellite" tournament being held that Saturday night. Satellites are basically "qualifying" rounds for larger tournaments - instead of winning money, the prize on offer is a free seat to a more expensive tournament. However, you don't have to play in the more expensive game - you can opt to get your prize as a "gift voucher" that you can use as payment to enter any tournament you like. The prize on offer for this one was worth a dollar - exactly the amount I'd need to enter the razz tourney on Tuesday morning.
So, the plan was as follows - go to the cash tables, play my regular game and try and win 30 cents. As soon as I was 30 cents up, leave immediately and register for the satellite - effectively, paying for it with the cash table winnings that evening. Finish in the top 25% of the satellite and I'd win that $1 voucher, which I'd use to play in the Tuesday morning gig, effectively turning it into a freebie.
It took just eight minutes, and nine hands, to win the 30 cents I needed for stage one of my plan (that was playing 5/10cent Razz). The satellite tourney was No Limit Hold'em (the game you've seen on the TV) and was quite easy - I managed to double my chip stack very early on when I had the good fortune to get dealt a pair of Jacks and bust out another player, and I pretty much tightened right up after that to try and survive as long as I could to still be standing when we were down to 113 players - the "pass mark" to get my dollar voucher (which, incidentally, became my first tournament win of 2010) Now for stage three...
It was rough getting up that early in the morning. Nevertheless, by 06.30 I was sitting in front of my screen feeling reasonably optimistic about putting in a good performance. A shame the cards didn't co-operate with that goal. Maybe it was the early hour, maybe I was trying too hard (I spent as much time scribbling notes on the other players as I did playing the cards) maybe it just wasn't my day, maybe my heart really wasn't in it. Hell, maybe I'm just not that good... but regardless of the reason, just as the tournament went on it's first break at 06.55 I was heading out the door having been knocked out and placing 353rd of the 429 starters. Pif.
I at least want to make the first break when I play in a tournament. All that preparation - for this? Still, let's look on the bright side. It was effectively a freebie - my bankroll was $17.50 before the tournament and it was still $17.50. And I'd outlasted 17% of the entrants, including an absolutely awful player who I'm not sure understood the rules... effectively donating his entire stack of chips to two other guys on my table by betting big with terrible hands. Had I got better cards myself, those chips could have gone to me and maybe the story would have been different, but I guess that's poker sometimes.
Anyway, it was nice to crawl back into bed after that and sleep properly... and even nicer when I went into the core to meet GroupieGirl. We were going to see the Ian Dury biopic "Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll". I'm a big fan of Dury's music, and Groupie really fancied seeing the film with me (she's partial to a bit of the Blockheads as well) It was showing for a week, then disappeared, so we thought we'd missed our chance, but it came back at a different cinema this week so we pencilled it in for my day off.
Let me tell you, there's something about visiting a cinema in a midweek afternoon - not only is it cheaper, but because most people are at work, it's less crowded. Neither of us expected to have the whole auditorium to ourselves though! It was like a private screening - both of us felt like celebrities! Well, she is groupie to the stars, and I am a poker personality - in our own little world at least :)
With a bankroll of only about $17.50, the determination not to deposit any more money unless I go el busto, and the discipline to play within my bankroll at all times (which usually means playing for pennies, but every little helps) there's not many tournaments I can enter, which is why I've been trying the cash games. But there are a few with tiny entry fees that I can try, and one of them really caught my eye - a $1 Razz tournament, named after one of my favourite professional players (see if you can work out who). The tournament is only held on Tuesdays, at 06.30 my time, which means of course I would only be able to play if my rotating day off for the week happened to be a Tuesday - like it was this week. Miss it, and I'd have to wait until late March for another opportunity.
I wasn't sure about entering it, to be honest. Despite usually being awake (and at work) at 06.30, getting up that early on a day when I didn't have to seemed a bit of a drag, especially the way I've been feeling lately. And I'd just got my bankroll back up above $17. If I entered this and lost, it would be back down to $16 and change. Then again, it was a tournament (my preferred poker format) and it was razz, and there's not many razz tournaments about as everyone wants to play Hold'em. And there was no way I'd have the discipline to wait 6 weeks to have a crack at a tournament which paid almost $100 for first place last time it was held. Maybe there was another way...
There was a 30 cent "satellite" tournament being held that Saturday night. Satellites are basically "qualifying" rounds for larger tournaments - instead of winning money, the prize on offer is a free seat to a more expensive tournament. However, you don't have to play in the more expensive game - you can opt to get your prize as a "gift voucher" that you can use as payment to enter any tournament you like. The prize on offer for this one was worth a dollar - exactly the amount I'd need to enter the razz tourney on Tuesday morning.
So, the plan was as follows - go to the cash tables, play my regular game and try and win 30 cents. As soon as I was 30 cents up, leave immediately and register for the satellite - effectively, paying for it with the cash table winnings that evening. Finish in the top 25% of the satellite and I'd win that $1 voucher, which I'd use to play in the Tuesday morning gig, effectively turning it into a freebie.
It took just eight minutes, and nine hands, to win the 30 cents I needed for stage one of my plan (that was playing 5/10cent Razz). The satellite tourney was No Limit Hold'em (the game you've seen on the TV) and was quite easy - I managed to double my chip stack very early on when I had the good fortune to get dealt a pair of Jacks and bust out another player, and I pretty much tightened right up after that to try and survive as long as I could to still be standing when we were down to 113 players - the "pass mark" to get my dollar voucher (which, incidentally, became my first tournament win of 2010) Now for stage three...
It was rough getting up that early in the morning. Nevertheless, by 06.30 I was sitting in front of my screen feeling reasonably optimistic about putting in a good performance. A shame the cards didn't co-operate with that goal. Maybe it was the early hour, maybe I was trying too hard (I spent as much time scribbling notes on the other players as I did playing the cards) maybe it just wasn't my day, maybe my heart really wasn't in it. Hell, maybe I'm just not that good... but regardless of the reason, just as the tournament went on it's first break at 06.55 I was heading out the door having been knocked out and placing 353rd of the 429 starters. Pif.
I at least want to make the first break when I play in a tournament. All that preparation - for this? Still, let's look on the bright side. It was effectively a freebie - my bankroll was $17.50 before the tournament and it was still $17.50. And I'd outlasted 17% of the entrants, including an absolutely awful player who I'm not sure understood the rules... effectively donating his entire stack of chips to two other guys on my table by betting big with terrible hands. Had I got better cards myself, those chips could have gone to me and maybe the story would have been different, but I guess that's poker sometimes.
Anyway, it was nice to crawl back into bed after that and sleep properly... and even nicer when I went into the core to meet GroupieGirl. We were going to see the Ian Dury biopic "Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll". I'm a big fan of Dury's music, and Groupie really fancied seeing the film with me (she's partial to a bit of the Blockheads as well) It was showing for a week, then disappeared, so we thought we'd missed our chance, but it came back at a different cinema this week so we pencilled it in for my day off.
Let me tell you, there's something about visiting a cinema in a midweek afternoon - not only is it cheaper, but because most people are at work, it's less crowded. Neither of us expected to have the whole auditorium to ourselves though! It was like a private screening - both of us felt like celebrities! Well, she is groupie to the stars, and I am a poker personality - in our own little world at least :)
ian dury & the blockheads
sex & drugs & rock & roll
new boots and panties 1977
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