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» World of Random
Rory McGrath
I had a strange dream that Rory McGrath told me off for writing graffiti on the side of his house. The next morning as I was walking along the sea front in Brighton I had to move out of the way of Rory McGrath. Three things make this really rather odd:
1) I've not dreamt of Rory before or since
2) I've not seen Rory before or since
3) Neither of us live in Brighton, I was only there on a conference.
(Tue 26th Apr 2011, 11:50, More)
Rory McGrath
I had a strange dream that Rory McGrath told me off for writing graffiti on the side of his house. The next morning as I was walking along the sea front in Brighton I had to move out of the way of Rory McGrath. Three things make this really rather odd:
1) I've not dreamt of Rory before or since
2) I've not seen Rory before or since
3) Neither of us live in Brighton, I was only there on a conference.
(Tue 26th Apr 2011, 11:50, More)
» Festivals
For a minute there I lost myself
Glastonbury 97, not yet 18, amazed by my first glastonbury and indulging in all the usual first festival mistakes. No wellies, too small tent, over ambitous dope consumption and a total lack of cynicism.
I convince the others to miss Radiohead on the pyramid stage and we go and see Primal Scream. As we waded through the mud to the half submerged dance tent I knew my life would never be the same. In my plastic bag entombed feet, Dad's waterproofs and Screamadelica T-shirt I lost myself in the groove. A beautiful dreadlocked tattooed girl moved next to me and began to join me in the loss of my small town comprehensive catholic inhibitions. Lower and lower she moved as shuddering bass, chemicals, smoke and sweat combined.
I felt my waterproofs clinging against me, hesitantly i looked down and realised she was actually pissing against my leg. Primal scream stopped playing as some twat had climbed the lighting rig and wouldnt come down. I realised i was cold and wet and we tried to go and see Radiohead. we could hear possibly their greatest ever set but could get knowhere near the stage.
I gave up drugs a few years ago as i realised those few naive moments would never be bettered (though i tried very hard). But then i still go to festivals every year and I love Radiohead. And I sort of got a golden shower.
(Tue 9th Jun 2009, 21:59, More)
For a minute there I lost myself
Glastonbury 97, not yet 18, amazed by my first glastonbury and indulging in all the usual first festival mistakes. No wellies, too small tent, over ambitous dope consumption and a total lack of cynicism.
I convince the others to miss Radiohead on the pyramid stage and we go and see Primal Scream. As we waded through the mud to the half submerged dance tent I knew my life would never be the same. In my plastic bag entombed feet, Dad's waterproofs and Screamadelica T-shirt I lost myself in the groove. A beautiful dreadlocked tattooed girl moved next to me and began to join me in the loss of my small town comprehensive catholic inhibitions. Lower and lower she moved as shuddering bass, chemicals, smoke and sweat combined.
I felt my waterproofs clinging against me, hesitantly i looked down and realised she was actually pissing against my leg. Primal scream stopped playing as some twat had climbed the lighting rig and wouldnt come down. I realised i was cold and wet and we tried to go and see Radiohead. we could hear possibly their greatest ever set but could get knowhere near the stage.
I gave up drugs a few years ago as i realised those few naive moments would never be bettered (though i tried very hard). But then i still go to festivals every year and I love Radiohead. And I sort of got a golden shower.
(Tue 9th Jun 2009, 21:59, More)
» Celebrities part II
Jim 'dick' Davidson
A few years ago I was lucky enough to be invited to a glamarous charity auction at a park lane hotel for sporting charities. Attending the evening were such luminaries as some Dr off of GMTV, a sugar babe and an African nationwide league footballer. This was all introduced by the lovely Jim Davidson.
After drunkenly asking people to be quiet he swiftly moved on to asking the African footballer if he used witch doctors for his injuries and generally alienating the entire crowd. Thankfully the band started later in the evening and we drank our way on to the dancefloor. On spying Jim and his mahogany blonde escort/wife, my female friend wandered saucily and a little tipsily up to him.
'alright treacle' he slurred. 'nice to see you, to see you nice' my friend replied. 'err, that's Brucy not me love'. My friend simply tapped him on the chest, said 'I know' and wandered off. I like to think he was left to contemplate his mistakes and where his career had gone. But I believe i saw him head to the bar, order another whisky and retire to the lift with his lady companion.
(Mon 12th Oct 2009, 14:53, More)
Jim 'dick' Davidson
A few years ago I was lucky enough to be invited to a glamarous charity auction at a park lane hotel for sporting charities. Attending the evening were such luminaries as some Dr off of GMTV, a sugar babe and an African nationwide league footballer. This was all introduced by the lovely Jim Davidson.
After drunkenly asking people to be quiet he swiftly moved on to asking the African footballer if he used witch doctors for his injuries and generally alienating the entire crowd. Thankfully the band started later in the evening and we drank our way on to the dancefloor. On spying Jim and his mahogany blonde escort/wife, my female friend wandered saucily and a little tipsily up to him.
'alright treacle' he slurred. 'nice to see you, to see you nice' my friend replied. 'err, that's Brucy not me love'. My friend simply tapped him on the chest, said 'I know' and wandered off. I like to think he was left to contemplate his mistakes and where his career had gone. But I believe i saw him head to the bar, order another whisky and retire to the lift with his lady companion.
(Mon 12th Oct 2009, 14:53, More)