Take 'Frapp And Party!
Now Playing: Goldfrapp Live @ Bristol Academy 02/10/05
Topic: Pop
...with a tagline like that I should be writing for the NME, no really! (Or erm, Smash Hits, perhaps???)

With a new album to plug (Supernature), Alison Goldfrapp and Co, strutted their stuff at the foot of their tour of various musical haunts up down the country of this fair island, with a visit to Bristol's Carling Academy sponsored by Carling, probably the best gig venue in the world. (oh no it can't be, because that would it mean it being sponsored by Carlsberg, wouldn't it, you fool!)

Anyway, back to the gig.

And much flooring of hangers on and newbies was provided by opening the set with two tracks from their second album Black Cherry (Train and TipToe), followed by another two from their debut Felt Mountain (Utopia, Pilots, lots of Operatics from Alison), which kinda showed all those "I'm going to go see this band cos their singles on an ad for T-Mobile" lot. Aha! Not me, I was there when they were advertising Vodafone with Garry Oldman, so there!

In truth I was completely wrapped that they made it to #3 in the singles charts with Oh La La, and #2 in the album charts with Supernature, though it would've and should've been #1 if it wasn't for James (I'm so dull as dishwater you can file me under Keane, Coldplay, Travis, etc; for dulness) Blunt! So if I seemed a bit too cocky in the above paragraph, it was merely so I could set up that mobile phone gag, okay! (Though my close personnal friends long ago branded me for life for my elitist music tastes, for only liking bands when their unknown and unheard of. But, I protest my innocence! The Big G still kick ass, perhaps even more so).

Anyway, it was pretty much Supernature all the way after that. The encore opening with Oh La La, and ending with fantast-ique rendition of Strict Machine. No covers a la Physical or Yes Sir, this time around. Shame

Nuff respect though. Best gig in ages.

Interesting post-script. There appeared to be half a Kenickie lookee-likee convention going on in front of me (hey '90s indie kids). With not only a Lauren Laverne (CD-UK, XFM, etc) lookee-likee, but also a Marie du Santiago (Erm, no idea) lookee-likee. Where Johnny X and Emmy-Kate Montrose were I have no idea. Oh and it couldn't have been the real Laverne, as she had a mullet, and sounded far too Southern. Though I'll be checking CD-UK this Saturday just to make sure. It should be said that Laverne was mightly impressed with Alison Goldfrapp's operatics during the Felt Mountain stuff. You could the Wow's forming from her lips. Does that make sense?

Check out Goldfrapp via their official website here.

Valance Watch #1
Australian hottie, Holly Valance (www.hollyvalance.com) has somehow neglected to mention the filming of two new REVERSE ads for British telly in her latest blog entries. Why, I hear you cry? This is where her really talent lies! If they gave out BAFTA's for adverts, she'd be first in the queue.

2 Maple Rd 01/07/04 - 30/09/05 R.I.P.
So long 2 Maple Rd. You have served us all well for all this time. The roll call of house mates in full in order of leaving

Travis (not strictly a contemporary, as he'd moved out by the time I arrived, but he still came back over the summer to regail us all about how much better the Aussies were than us at sport. One word, The Ashes (Okay that's two, but who's counting)
Jo
Seve
Kerstin
Inma
Annie (1)
Grimmy
Tom
Annie (2) She came back when she realised she had no where else to live after the summer holidays
Mark (that is me... I was my own house mate)
Charlotte
April (you still owe me money!!!!)
Sabine

Oh yeah, and the Polar Bear.... which I assume is still in the atic.

Moving...
Moved stuff around to new house.

Got lost along the way....

Note: This is a punchline. For full gag set-up, read entry below. Preferably first.

Housing
Housing has been a major bone of contention over last few months. It was a joyous day, when the solicitor's letter popped through the letter box and onto the mat for all to see. With glee, the letter was torn from it's envelope, to reveal the words within "You have been evicted, please live the Big Brother House, please do not swear" (or it would have been words to that effect, had I actually been living in a hit reality show for the past year of my life) And in actual fact, much swearing was done in deed.

Yes, the land lady had decided to throw us all out, just because she could.

With fellow house mates going home to foreign parts, moving in with their boyfriends, moving in with their Uni mates, or going completely off the rails in a mad drugs frenzy; it was up to your writer in chief to strike out on his own once again, and seek out new accomodation, or move back home with ones parents, but as much as I love them both, once you've tasted the freedom...

Well despite having a whole two months to find somewhere else, it was down to the very last 6 days before I struck lucky and found myself a new postal address.

Such fun was had looking round, at the various dives of Bristol. The homes not fit to squeeze a dozen illegal immigrants into a tiny room in the basement. The homes that had recently been beautifully decorated by the two current tenants even though they'd only moved in a week earlier, as they listened to their classical music, and did things with Joss Sticks. (I'm not even sure what a Joss Stick is, it just sounded good in this passage). The home which would've been really quite nice, had it not meant sharing with (horrors) a couple! (Hey, Mum and Dad!!!). Or the house where everyone else was most definately born after the mid-eighties, and yours truly would've been nicknamed Grandad. Or even the house which was absolutely gorgeous, but (snif!) they decided that they wanted a girl instead (sob!).

Well, the search is over, as I begged and pleaded with my former colleague Spam to let me move into her three bedroomed house, with her other house mate Mike; a mere 5 minutes from where I currently reside. The only problem being that the dozen or so times I've been round previously, I've got lost along the way....

Blogging - Why?
Yes, I’ve finally joined the likes of disgraced Tory MP and general buffoon, Boris Johnson (www.borisjohnson.com); ex-Neighbours hottie, and one time chart topper (till she was dropped by her record label), Holly Valance (www.hollyvalance.com); one time glan rock star and now world renowned nonce, Gary Glitter (don’t ask for the url); and launched my own blogging page, on the website I created some 8 years ago and have barely altered since the 2002 World Cup in Korea and Japan.

For starters, I’m in the very early stages of planning a trip abroad to see my good friend and ex-housemate Greg and his girlfriend Caitlan, as they begin their new life together in New Zealand.

I say, early stages, because they haven’t actually gone yet, and won’t be going until some time in November.

Still, I’ll be able to wish them well tomorrow as we’re embarking on a rather long pub crawl taking in every pub on Bristol’s Gloucester Rd, from the Wellington, right into the centre of town; and including that scary biker pub we never quite made it into before, as it was a bit scary and there were always lots of bikers in there, wearing leather.

Still, tomorrow’s the day, and it might turn out to be quite a short pub crawl, and quite a long night in the casualty department of the Bristol Royal Infirmary, especially if any those fore-mentioned bikers happen to be reading this entry.

Ahh, who am I kidding? What are the chances of that happening? Bikers can’t read.

The Wonders of Tripod
Man I love Tripod.

Eight years I've had this website.

Barely touched it since the 2002 World Cup, and 3 years later, it's still here in all it's outdated glory.

Ita??s still No. 1. Ita??s Top of the Popsa?| although not for much longer.
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Ita??s still No. 1. Ita??s Top of the Popsa?| although not for much longer.
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Can we bemoan the death of ITV now?
Topic: TV
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