Urgh. Not enough nights out. Not enough music. Not enough nonsense. Not enough stuff.
I think the summer heat has sapped my will to party. Must rectify that.
On the other hand, mellow days and evenings in the sun-soaked streets of Glasgow, supping cold ones with friendly faces outside bars I usually only see from the inside (and often at ground level) has been rather agreeable.
Unexpectedly bumping into Al Deadboy in the soul-less hell that is Stansted Airport was an entertaining diversion, too.
I'm not so sure about the house band that's been formed at work - I seem to be an honorary member, even though I'm refusing to play/sing anything. Very odd. I wrote the setlist in Bar 91 the other night, and I'm pretty sure that's traditionally done by somebody who is actually in the band.
I've a world of worrying to do about my new club night (which starts on Saturday 6th August, and I shall pimp shamelessly nearer the time). For starters, my record collection simply isn't cool any more - so fuck knows who'll pay to listen to it. Secodarily, the man in charge of all the promotion appears to be a stoned slacker of the highest order... which could prove problematic.
Hmmm. Time will tell.
Enough procrastination - to the pub!
I think the summer heat has sapped my will to party. Must rectify that.
On the other hand, mellow days and evenings in the sun-soaked streets of Glasgow, supping cold ones with friendly faces outside bars I usually only see from the inside (and often at ground level) has been rather agreeable.
Unexpectedly bumping into Al Deadboy in the soul-less hell that is Stansted Airport was an entertaining diversion, too.
I'm not so sure about the house band that's been formed at work - I seem to be an honorary member, even though I'm refusing to play/sing anything. Very odd. I wrote the setlist in Bar 91 the other night, and I'm pretty sure that's traditionally done by somebody who is actually in the band.
I've a world of worrying to do about my new club night (which starts on Saturday 6th August, and I shall pimp shamelessly nearer the time). For starters, my record collection simply isn't cool any more - so fuck knows who'll pay to listen to it. Secodarily, the man in charge of all the promotion appears to be a stoned slacker of the highest order... which could prove problematic.
Hmmm. Time will tell.
Enough procrastination - to the pub!
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Provided we don't already do that at Setzer....
You Cathousing it this Saturday? Go on poprock, you knoooooooow you wanna, all that sweat drippin from the ceiling......
Go ooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn
Feeling very left out (pout)
Where? When? U goin?
V x