mad rush through man chest er
well it was a quicky but it was worth it and how can you say "no" to benji and chris - mates from ol sarajevo and the all-night busride with the toilet stop from hell. not sure if i evermentioned it but it's worthy of a flashback: hard to forget a toilet with urinal water up to your ankles while you're wearing thongs. good on you chris you remember that one mate?
so benji was kind enough to pick me up from the chorlton st bus station in manchester and then even kinder to take me back to his fine student abode - complete with toung-in-cheek "guevera" poster for the sake of the cliche: dedicated kids they are these ones! - and cook me a dinner over which we shared a tin or two of beer. benji's housemate, partner in crime and co-author of the wicked www.youngineurope.com (which i will plug properly later), dan, was even kinder in offering up his bed; but despite our shared love of all things electronic we decided it was best if he went upstairs and slept in his girlfriends bed rather than shacking up with me. probably a good idea because we all know where one-night stands go, don't we???
"home in the morning..."
yeah ok less of those jokes from now on i promise but technically this is the truth as i did only spend the one night in manchester. a night filled with enlightening discussion outlining the arguments for and against britains up and coming referendum (2006) on weather or not they should accept the eu's constitution. the evening was delivered into new high-brow heights by a late night session with sigourney weaver and the second alien(s); accompanied, of course, by the the last of my glenkinchie bottle of scotch. farewell oh wood-sweetened liquid.
my half day in manchester was tip-top thanks to tourguide benji: we checked out some of the northern quater's wicked spots including a great little bar called day and night where it was brought to my attention that a female artist (yet another one!) by the name of 'feist' was playing in that very same intimate and grungy bar tomorrow evening. but alas i had a ticket back to london that afternoon on good ol 'megabus'. anyway i set to thinking about that little dilemma later and after cruising around the 3-story alternative clothing shopping centre we landed the first miracle of the day in a cd exchange store where i picked up a copy of feist's album for an easy 3 quid. stopped in at the local uni hang for a final drink with chris and dan after that and then head home to pick up stuff and see weather or not i was able to exchange my bus-ticket. the wonderous and beloved internet informed me that feist was playing in, of all places, london at about 8pm which was approximately the same time my bus got in to victoria station - so that sealed it and i started praying to the highway god for no traffic.
big thanks to benji for looking after me and who i believe is, at this very moment, writing an essay on middle-eastern politics. may the words flow smoothly from your fingertips and keep practicing your keegles: it's the future
5 hours later and back in london i checked my packs into the victoria st luggage stowage (which thankfully existed) and hot-footed it out to the kings college venue only to be greeted by a stern but friendly bouncer and a big "sold out" sign. i sighed, i pleaded, i paced, i threw the idea of going to bristol the next day and seeing her there to a guy handing out flyers who repliked that it was a good one, i thought harder about that idea... and then happened accross some other late arrivals who - upon my querie as to weather or not they had a spare ticket - one nice young lass spritely replied "yes, as a matter of fact i do, how unusual".
woop woop woop woop woop!
needless to say feist is fantastic and, yep, somewhat gorgeous. the music was lilting and in many ways quite jazzy. the french canadian's lovely voice was first introduced to my consciousness by her appearance and guest vocals on the kings of convenience's second album. and her solo performance and smooth band (made up of trumbonist/sampler-er, hammond organ player and drummer) shimmied the night away; breaking out into some grunty blues every now and then. dainty self-sampled live loops of feist's voice were a favourite but enough. it's time for bed and a much needed sleep. thankyou claire and ben for your couch pillows!
so benji was kind enough to pick me up from the chorlton st bus station in manchester and then even kinder to take me back to his fine student abode - complete with toung-in-cheek "guevera" poster for the sake of the cliche: dedicated kids they are these ones! - and cook me a dinner over which we shared a tin or two of beer. benji's housemate, partner in crime and co-author of the wicked www.youngineurope.com (which i will plug properly later), dan, was even kinder in offering up his bed; but despite our shared love of all things electronic we decided it was best if he went upstairs and slept in his girlfriends bed rather than shacking up with me. probably a good idea because we all know where one-night stands go, don't we???
"home in the morning..."
yeah ok less of those jokes from now on i promise but technically this is the truth as i did only spend the one night in manchester. a night filled with enlightening discussion outlining the arguments for and against britains up and coming referendum (2006) on weather or not they should accept the eu's constitution. the evening was delivered into new high-brow heights by a late night session with sigourney weaver and the second alien(s); accompanied, of course, by the the last of my glenkinchie bottle of scotch. farewell oh wood-sweetened liquid.
my half day in manchester was tip-top thanks to tourguide benji: we checked out some of the northern quater's wicked spots including a great little bar called day and night where it was brought to my attention that a female artist (yet another one!) by the name of 'feist' was playing in that very same intimate and grungy bar tomorrow evening. but alas i had a ticket back to london that afternoon on good ol 'megabus'. anyway i set to thinking about that little dilemma later and after cruising around the 3-story alternative clothing shopping centre we landed the first miracle of the day in a cd exchange store where i picked up a copy of feist's album for an easy 3 quid. stopped in at the local uni hang for a final drink with chris and dan after that and then head home to pick up stuff and see weather or not i was able to exchange my bus-ticket. the wonderous and beloved internet informed me that feist was playing in, of all places, london at about 8pm which was approximately the same time my bus got in to victoria station - so that sealed it and i started praying to the highway god for no traffic.
big thanks to benji for looking after me and who i believe is, at this very moment, writing an essay on middle-eastern politics. may the words flow smoothly from your fingertips and keep practicing your keegles: it's the future
5 hours later and back in london i checked my packs into the victoria st luggage stowage (which thankfully existed) and hot-footed it out to the kings college venue only to be greeted by a stern but friendly bouncer and a big "sold out" sign. i sighed, i pleaded, i paced, i threw the idea of going to bristol the next day and seeing her there to a guy handing out flyers who repliked that it was a good one, i thought harder about that idea... and then happened accross some other late arrivals who - upon my querie as to weather or not they had a spare ticket - one nice young lass spritely replied "yes, as a matter of fact i do, how unusual".
woop woop woop woop woop!
needless to say feist is fantastic and, yep, somewhat gorgeous. the music was lilting and in many ways quite jazzy. the french canadian's lovely voice was first introduced to my consciousness by her appearance and guest vocals on the kings of convenience's second album. and her solo performance and smooth band (made up of trumbonist/sampler-er, hammond organ player and drummer) shimmied the night away; breaking out into some grunty blues every now and then. dainty self-sampled live loops of feist's voice were a favourite but enough. it's time for bed and a much needed sleep. thankyou claire and ben for your couch pillows!
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