Blur have performed their first ‘comeback’ gig in a small railway museum, and by most accounts it was a jolly good romp. This is good news as next week we’re seeing them at their ‘mid size’ pre Hyde Park gig in Southend. Huzah! Well, that’s assuming our tickets ever turn up – which I’m assuming will be last minute so people tempted to tout them are screwed over. Not very helpful for us actual fans though is it? Surely is there no other way…. Coff.
Speaking of music, as I write this it sounds like we’ve acquired a female vocalist fronted band practice in an apartment next door. On the one hand she sounds pretty good. On the other hand not a big fan of live drums on any day, let alone a Sunday. Of course it could just be a very high fidelity stereo system.
So for those of you who haven’t noticed my lack of blog posts recently, I seem to be throwing more random musings onto my twitter. yesterday though my main iPhone based app Twitterific failed during the ‘Tweetpocalypse’. This is where the numerical unique identifiers for new messages went above a certain level, a very big number that is not handle by standard data types. So a lot of subsidiary twitter apps went south. Ah well.
Finally, a big thanks to mum & Henry for a) something they know about and b) for my Gordon Ramsey sunday lunch cookbook years ago. I finally did a couple o’ recipes from it last night to stretch the normal. In fact not only did I cook, in itself a strange event as I’m normally relegated to washing up duties, but I cooked a wild mushroom pasta (recipe: shallots, mushrooms + oil, cook) and ate it all. Blimey. We’re trying to be more veggie this week and that was a first successful step. To celebrate we ate a wonderfully unhealthy lemon posset (lemon juice, sugar, cream – how can you go wrong with that?). Mmm..
As we approach the end of British Summer Time this weekend the weather is getting much cooler but thankfully staying bright and sunny. Aside from Monday’s torrential rain this means I’ve been able to cycle into work every day with my nice 15-20 minute ride into Shoreditch. Yesterday was a perfect example of why cycling is best, as I left our house and crossed the roundabout the traffic almost immediately stopped solid allowing me to wind my way through the, often too small, gaps left by the cars. As I got closer to Tower Bridge I found out why the traffic was so solid – the bridge was up letting a boat through. Luckily I’d timed this perfectly and raced up the empty side of the road reaching the gates just after they’d opened. Yay!
There seems to me no reason why the bridge should go up during rush hour given the havoc this causes, and strangely enough the Tower Bridge lift schedule agreed with me saying that the Rainbow Warrior was due through at 10.45 but nothing before then. So who knows why it was up. Today it’s due to go up at 10.15 for Steamboat Will, so who knows if they’ll decide to come through on time or not. For those of you with big boats that need to go up the Thames just that little bit further (as you’re not getting past Wandsworth Bridge however much you hope) you’ll be glad to hear that bridge raises are free… to you at least. To everyone in the traffic you’re blocking it costs raised blood pressure, running engine fumes and being late into work – something in this climate most people don’t want to be. Still, it’s pretty for the tourists.
Why is it that people think that the Old Port of Montreal is uninhabited? And that it’s fine to walk along shouting at each other in conversation between midnight and 4am every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night? Apparently it’s also perfectly reasonable behaviour to see how fast you can drive between stop signs with your sh*te hip hop blaring at full volume, screeching to a halt, then screeching away again. Do you really believe no-one knows you’re drunk driving?
Sigh. Guess I’m getting too old for city life. Or maybe bars should take some responsibility for controlling their patrons on the street after they’ve finished raping their drunken wallets for every last piece of cash. Or perhaps the city should take a leaf out of Toronto and New York’s law books and close down bars that get regular excessive noise complaints. Just a thought…