Blog: Required: Weekend In Order To Get Over Weekend

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You find me today KNACKERED, from a weekend PACKED with ACTION. It was The Landlady's Action, so Friday involved CHAMPAGNE! CHAMPAGNE! And the drinking thereof.

SATURDAY thus got off to a late start, and involving shopping for and COOKING of a Big Sunday Lunch - this was the requested TEA, so that's what I cooked up. It was BLOODY GRATE, especially as we watched "Little Miss Sunshine" (Review: BRILL) whilst WADING through the ensuing huge mountains of GRUB.

Whilst not eating and drinking (or involved in subsidiary activities thereof) I did some work on the video for It Only Works Because You're Here. I was greatly helped in my endevours by the videos of Mr Bill Myers. AH! Bill Myers, he is my GURU! So full of WISE WORDS, always delivered in a CALM ORDERLY WAY. It may just be that everything is accompanied by LIGHT BLUES, but he does seem to possess the ability to turn a STRESSED RANTING HIBBETT into a calm, collected professional within SECONDS. Bill Myers! ROCKS!

Sunday saw us heading off as a household into TOWN - despite the best efforts of Transport For London to STOP us by switching off EVERY tube line we would usually use for this action - to go on a Guided Tour of Broadcasting House. It was GRATE - I was especially pleased to see that the bookshelves in the Radio 3 Offices were ALL things like "Opera!" or "BACH!" while Radio 4's were stacked with big political biographies... although you'd think that, if you'd got to work there, you'd know that already? I also managed NOT to blurt out "I HAVE BEEN ON THE BBC YOU KNOW", tho it was very difficult to keep it in.

We noticed that everyone ELSE was very middle aged and middle class too. Everyone ELSE, that is.

THEN we went round some shops before hitting TEA-TIME, when we had another SLAP-UP FEED, culminating in The Landlady and The Pasta With My Arrabiata being too POOPED to hit the FINAL leg of the day, so I ended up using MANY forms of transport alone to get to Highbury & Islington for the Conceited Presents night.

While STRIDING MANFULLY towards the venue I met The Bobby McGees, so pestered Graham from them to let me help carry his BASS (he declined politely, despite my persistence) and then wandered off to find Mr Pete Green and cohorts while they soundchecked.

Pete was playing with his new band, The Pete Green Corporate Juggernaut, which is SURELY Best Band Name EVER. They were really good, tho my appreciation was hindered by the fact i was watching EVERY song thinking "How are they going to do THIS? How is this DIFFERENT? What are they going to do about the NEXT bit?" THUS "She's An Account", which I'd not heard before, was my FAVOURITE, it sounded GRATE and BAND-Y and FAB. I was also VERY impressed by the way he'd got pretty much ALL his usual gig songs learnt up by the band, something which I've NEVER been able to persuade the Vlads to do!

After them were The Kabeedies, who also were GRATE. It was all with the haircuts and the dancing and the clothes and the shouting and... well, it was YOUNG PEOPLE in INDIEPOP and it was FAB!

Happily The Bobby McGees were then on hand to STRIKE BACK for the more "mature" bands, with their usual set of MAGNIFICENCE and EASY STAGE POISE. I say "usual" because it IS usual for them to be so brilliant, but it is almost UNHEARD of for other bands - I've said it before I know, but their, and especially Jimmy's, MASTERY of the ROOM when they're on stage is a joy to behold. You just stand there full of GLEE, they're GRATE!

So, all that PLUS a million lovely people to say hello to made for a rather AMAZING night, which the torturous journey home of HIKING, tubes, tubes, a train and a BUS did little to sully.

Today, however: MUCH SULLIED. Is it bedtime yet?
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posted 9/6/2008 by MJ Hibbett

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