Saturday, 31 July 2010
Friday, 30 July 2010
Open heart therapy.
Annabel just coined that.
I felt it my duty to put it up and credit her.... Here, first and Annabel.
Overseas readers, punctuation and beer.
I often wonder what my overseas readers think of this blog; I know I have one or two who regularly look in. Perhaps they are expats who want a reminder of dear old blighty.
I get very few comments posted so have little feedback, which is a shame; I have even tried bad punctuation in the hope that I will draw out the colon fanatics, sadly to no avail.
I do hope however that if they ever visit London they will let me know in advance... I can then buy them a beer in the Cow.
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Port Eliot Festival.
I will not bore you with details of the journey down through sometimes torrential rain. Nor will I bore you with tales of camping; not an activity I relish.
Port Eliot was fantastic, the setting is perfect and the slightly decaying house appears more of a rocky outcrop than a man made structure. I was welcomed, and looked after, by some lovely people most notably Shelly, Rick and Marlon; thank you for that!
The Times described the festival as 'Notting Hill on sea' and there certainly did appear to be a large number of my neighbours down there... The Blue bar tent became the Port Eliot 'Cow' for the duration.
There were some great acts; I'll discuss those in a later blog, and some real surprises; most notably Lana Citron's 'lecture' on kissing... Not to be missed.
Something of a cloud hovered over our weekend due to a broken down car but our bacon was well and truly saved by Charlie Dancey and 'Tugger'. Charlie you are a star!
The atmosphere throughout the weekend was extremely happy... The whole thing was a joy.
I'll write about my 'gig' at a later date!
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Copping out.
I hate to have to say this but tonight I had intended to write at length but I am so tired I'm copping out. Tomorrow is another day.
Monday, 26 July 2010
Grayson Perry Arrives at Port Eliot.
I'd been sitting outside the bar tent when a strange apparition rumbled into view, a small crowd gathered, including a BBC camera. I wandered over to take a look:
I met Grayson briefly later at the performers party where he was more formally dressed and again the following day sitting out on the grass in a summer frock and red shoes. He didn't come to hear my poems though. Never mind.
I met Grayson briefly later at the performers party where he was more formally dressed and again the following day sitting out on the grass in a summer frock and red shoes. He didn't come to hear my poems though. Never mind.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Road trip and Port Eliot festival
I could do with a break, things have been hectic just lately. I'm leaving the laptop behind for a few days; I'll take a notebook of course.
I'm performing in the Walled Garden at Port Eliot at 7.30 pm on Friday... Look forward to seeing you there! I'll report back on Sunday
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Peace, love and, oh yeah: Rape! Lattitude Festival.
I heard about this in the pub tonight... two young girls raped at Lattitude last weekend.
Maybe the nice middle class people there were too drugged up to hear the cries. Maybe. Maybe it didn't matter because it wasn't one of them. Maybe. Maybe the girls dressed inappropriately; ie no designer labels. Maybe.
If Hendrix were alive today he'd shoot himself with Curt's gun!
Scuse me while I kiss the sky!
Overheard in a Notting Hill pub: One lady who lunches on cocaine to another - 'Yes but they were only local girls, and you know what they are like'. I did not make this up!
Monday, 19 July 2010
Agony Aunt.
I was thinking about dysfunctional families.
You know, planet Earth, dysfunctional family or what?
I wanted to write to some-one about it and looked for an agony aunt.
Agony Aunt... Excuse me but that is an oxymoron surely... Thus:
Dear Auntie
I'm in agony
I've fallen in love
with the mum of my cousin
yeah the twin of my mother
and then to cap that
so has my brother
he's fallen in love
before you get thinking
that that can't be too bad
I've just discovered
that so has my dad
he's fallen in love
Dear auntie
it's agony falling in love.
they're now always fighting
my pop and my mother
when they're doing that
I'm fighting my brother
We say we are all doing it
for the sake of our aunt
our maxim our mantra
our scientologists chant
Dear auntie
I'm in agony
And i'm no longer in love.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Pop up Cinema in Portobello Road.
I'd heard about it then sort of forgot about it with all the other stuff going on; a pop up digital microplex cinema has been set up under the westway opposite Portobello Green.
There are some interesting films lined up, sadly I will miss 'Performance' on Saturday the 24th but hope to get down there for 'Withnail and I' on the 30th.
Check it out online at: http://www.portobellopopup.com/
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