The Golden Lion gig was a hoot. Although there were barely any people there we had a great time with our hosts for the evening, Henry Martin’s Ghost, and we played a good gig. Having the opportunity to take our time over the songs and let them kind of play themselves was a great experience. The landlord had lost his piece of paper which had our name on it, so we were chalked on the board as the "Reckless Men" which was not a bad name and made us giggle. I think Monica will use that name and start a pub-rock sideline, playing all the hits of Chicago, Toto and REO Speedwagon.....
It was a little worrying that the crowd were expecting the Celtic music thing, so I considered suggesting that we played Minimalist Urban Folk Proto-Progressive-Funk-Rock-Pops, which was originally devised by Owain Glyndwr in defiance of the Hated English. We performed “Night” for the first time since we become a duo and it was really atmospheric, tense and a little deranged. ”Lucky Shoes” went off without many problems, except for me messing up a few lines and the penultimate chord. We left “What kind of Rock” in the box; it would probably have been a little too much for the setting because it has certainly become a rock song.
After the gig we managed to sink a fair amount of beer and when we got to our room above the pub is was generally agreed that bringing sandwiches and chocolate bars for an impromptu après-gig buffet was an excellent idea. The whole affair had the character of back-packing holiday around the Balkans. What a grand old adventure.
When we got back we were sad to hear that nature loon and enthusiastic shorts wearer Steve Irwin had been killed by a stingray, which made us both sad. Poor fella. Crikey.
I saw a snake on my way home from work a couple of weeks ago. In remembrance of Steve I think I will get my short shorts on and go snake hunting. With any luck I will be able to catch it, hold it by its tail and tell it that everything is alright, mate. It’s what Steve would have wanted.
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backpacking around the balkans gives you gout. Glad you had a good gig. Sad I wasn't there.
Find us a place to play in Bristol and we will come just for you. It would be loads of fun for us and some fun for you.
well maybe I will. Hopefully before the next academic year is out (let's not get over ambitious) we could maybe share a venue one night.
I'm so sorry for all the bad things my English ancestors did because it was all my fault, and also the fault of all the English people yet to be born, yes we were all there, our bad. Are you sorry too? You should be.
I am just a pressure cooker of red hot sorrow, a ticking time bomb of grief, a towering inferno of regret.
Repent! Repent ye sinners!!!
The English aren't so bad once you get to know them. Just don't get them wet or feed them after midnight, that's all.
And the chickens and all the moore hens and all the squirrels and the cute fluffy bunnies and all the ducks with their endearing quacks and all the puppies and all the kittens and poor little Bambi and twinkly eyed field mice and cuddly monkeys and ponderous three toed sloths and comical meerkats and grumpy old bears and wonky eyed David Bowie and sweet singing skylarks and proud preening peacocks and pink wriggling piglets were viciously sodomised to DEATH by the devil loving English who covort with Satan and all his thrice damned Wizards, what a bunch of bastards the lot of them are.
I'm dabbling in folk, c'est bien n'est pas?
As long as it isn't French folk, as that requires some bizarre uses of a squeezebox along very suspect lines indeed.
I'm Welsh by birth and I love the English (in a very sexual way). You know, it's one of those misuses of history things - most of the bad stuff done to the Welsh was done by the Welsh. The Normans were a bit shit but then they were essentially Vikings after all. All this bollocks about the English exploiting Wales in the 19th century - it was a class thing and not a race thing. It's all about economics and capitalism man!!! There were Welsh dudes exploiting other Welsh dudes and dudesses. It's like a circular history thing man. Jeez, i'm stoned, what were we talking about?
Right on, that's real beat man.
The Normans were Vikings? What were the Saxons then, Mexicans? Why can't ancient races stay the way they were?
The English did shaft the Irish and the Scots (who were mostly Irish by the way) quite a few times didn't they? That was my fault too.
I'm still sticking it to the Welsh to this day, in my own way...
Nor-man. Norse-man. Man from the north. Norman Wisdom. Wise Viking. Longships. Longhips. Hipsters. Pips. Greenwich meantime. Mean times. Dark Ages. Vikings. Norse-men. Norman !! Hurrah!
Yes, thank you professor, I do know the etymology of the word 'Norman', I was simply misunderstanding for comedy purposes.
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