Something For The Weekend 49
Dear Dave,
How in the name of all that is holy and righteous with this tortured world are you doing mate? It seems like a lifetime ago since we last “broke bread” and “chewed the fat” together. If I remember rightly, it was that time in the pub when I was showing you the tender flesh of my dodgy knees and asking your advice about how best I should have them “seen to”, while all the time you were clearly suffering some ailment that made your eyes widen and caused drool to drip down your chin. Swine flu was it?
Things have calmed down a bit for me now that all the London Marathon shenanigans are over and done with (sh#t, I still haven’t updated that other blog… this weekend, I promise) and I’m well into my new regime of sitting on my fat arse with my feet up and making it fatter with tubs of “frozen yogurt”. As a result, my knees feel great.
But it’s not all ice cream-based snacking and recorded episodes of “Loose Women”. The golf season is now in full swing (brrrummm, pummm, kscchhh), lambs are hopping around in the fields and all the boys are looking forward to your wedding day in early July to find out if you plumped for the pink silk cravat rather than your Russell Crowe Gladiator outfit. Personally, I hope it’s the latter so that when the minister asks if anyone has any objection to your blessed union, I can yell, "Damn right, unleash hell!"
You’re probably in the midst of a lot of wedding decisions at the moment but if you manage to find some time in between organising your antiquing stag weekend in the Lake District, here’s some brief cultural stuff I’ve encountered recently that might be of interest.
Music
I’m really enjoying the new Doves album ‘Kingdom Of Rust’. Good songs, well written and performed. Pretty much all I’m looking for in a record really.
In contrast, I’m having a hard time with those Fleetfoxes boys despite the enthusiastic recommendation of our mutual friend Blousie. He told me their music was “a rich warm tapestry of soaring melodies and vocal harmonies that will bring joy to the soul and help end global poverty by making all the planet’s children hold hands and stick daffodils, or similar bulb-based foliage, down the barrels of the guns of all the warmongers of the world”. But to me they sound a lot like those chanting monks from a few years back and I had to turn it off when I thought they were going to break into the theme tune from Bagpuss. An acquired taste, no doubt.
Gigs
I know you’ll be getting very excited about your excursion to see Take That in Glasgow next month (tickets due in very soon) but the big gig before then is the chance to see Central Scotland’s premier music combo, The Signals, at Firkins bar in Falkirk next Thursday, May 21st. This will be a laid back, unplugged-type gig compared to more recent frantic rockin’ shows so look out your best Shetland jumper and open-toed sandles (NO socks! Please!) in case the band throw in their famous “heedrum-hoedrum-hey-nonny-nonny” folk stylings segment.
Movies
Last weekend I went to see “Star Trek”, the new Star Trek movie, and thought it was very good without being entirely blown away by too many jaw-dropping, ‘wow’ moments. The action was impressive and Simon Pegg’s Scottish accent was passable but as you well know Dave, when you embroil your plot with too many “who the f#ck’s messing with the space time continuum?” twists and turns, you’re asking for trouble. Made my brain hurt. Thankfully the lovely Uhura soothed it somewhat… she certainly had her phasers set to..*ahem*.. stun(ning)… brrrummm, pummm, kscchhh…
Televison
“Flight of The Conchords”: Find it on BBC4 and discover for yourself the joys of surreal New Zealand comedy and Allan Hendry Band-type musical genius. It’s eebsolutely feenteestic.
Anyway Dave, I hope you’re well and not stressing too much about the wedding. Come the big day, as long as you’re on time, calm, rested, sanitised, deoderised, moisturised, charming, funny, articulate, and remember everyone’s names, especially your bride’s… ‘ole whatsername… you’ll be absolutely fine.
Catch up soon.
Cheers, Edge
P.S. Will I need my Paul Smith dinner suit and matching man bag in the Lake District?
How in the name of all that is holy and righteous with this tortured world are you doing mate? It seems like a lifetime ago since we last “broke bread” and “chewed the fat” together. If I remember rightly, it was that time in the pub when I was showing you the tender flesh of my dodgy knees and asking your advice about how best I should have them “seen to”, while all the time you were clearly suffering some ailment that made your eyes widen and caused drool to drip down your chin. Swine flu was it?
Things have calmed down a bit for me now that all the London Marathon shenanigans are over and done with (sh#t, I still haven’t updated that other blog… this weekend, I promise) and I’m well into my new regime of sitting on my fat arse with my feet up and making it fatter with tubs of “frozen yogurt”. As a result, my knees feel great.
But it’s not all ice cream-based snacking and recorded episodes of “Loose Women”. The golf season is now in full swing (brrrummm, pummm, kscchhh), lambs are hopping around in the fields and all the boys are looking forward to your wedding day in early July to find out if you plumped for the pink silk cravat rather than your Russell Crowe Gladiator outfit. Personally, I hope it’s the latter so that when the minister asks if anyone has any objection to your blessed union, I can yell, "Damn right, unleash hell!"
You’re probably in the midst of a lot of wedding decisions at the moment but if you manage to find some time in between organising your antiquing stag weekend in the Lake District, here’s some brief cultural stuff I’ve encountered recently that might be of interest.
Music
I’m really enjoying the new Doves album ‘Kingdom Of Rust’. Good songs, well written and performed. Pretty much all I’m looking for in a record really.
In contrast, I’m having a hard time with those Fleetfoxes boys despite the enthusiastic recommendation of our mutual friend Blousie. He told me their music was “a rich warm tapestry of soaring melodies and vocal harmonies that will bring joy to the soul and help end global poverty by making all the planet’s children hold hands and stick daffodils, or similar bulb-based foliage, down the barrels of the guns of all the warmongers of the world”. But to me they sound a lot like those chanting monks from a few years back and I had to turn it off when I thought they were going to break into the theme tune from Bagpuss. An acquired taste, no doubt.
Gigs
I know you’ll be getting very excited about your excursion to see Take That in Glasgow next month (tickets due in very soon) but the big gig before then is the chance to see Central Scotland’s premier music combo, The Signals, at Firkins bar in Falkirk next Thursday, May 21st. This will be a laid back, unplugged-type gig compared to more recent frantic rockin’ shows so look out your best Shetland jumper and open-toed sandles (NO socks! Please!) in case the band throw in their famous “heedrum-hoedrum-hey-nonny-nonny” folk stylings segment.
Movies
Last weekend I went to see “Star Trek”, the new Star Trek movie, and thought it was very good without being entirely blown away by too many jaw-dropping, ‘wow’ moments. The action was impressive and Simon Pegg’s Scottish accent was passable but as you well know Dave, when you embroil your plot with too many “who the f#ck’s messing with the space time continuum?” twists and turns, you’re asking for trouble. Made my brain hurt. Thankfully the lovely Uhura soothed it somewhat… she certainly had her phasers set to..*ahem*.. stun(ning)… brrrummm, pummm, kscchhh…
Televison
“Flight of The Conchords”: Find it on BBC4 and discover for yourself the joys of surreal New Zealand comedy and Allan Hendry Band-type musical genius. It’s eebsolutely feenteestic.
Anyway Dave, I hope you’re well and not stressing too much about the wedding. Come the big day, as long as you’re on time, calm, rested, sanitised, deoderised, moisturised, charming, funny, articulate, and remember everyone’s names, especially your bride’s… ‘ole whatsername… you’ll be absolutely fine.
Catch up soon.
Cheers, Edge
P.S. Will I need my Paul Smith dinner suit and matching man bag in the Lake District?
posted by Neil @ 12:01 am
3 comments
3 Comments:
Oh I'd love to see you with a man bag ! Glad to see you back in the blogosphere, you've been sorely missed xxxx x
ps I bought the Doves CD yesterday, awesome
Yo dude,
Yes, great to have Dear Dave back! And well done again with a marathon. You enjoy all the ice cream you want just now as you deserve it.
Wedding plans are progressing accordingly against Lyn's project management style action tracker. Stag do is all organised and booked. Tremendous.
I've seen that Flight of the Conchords thing and did enjoy it though not seen any of the new series. The only tv I've been watching of late though is Lost - so, so confusing but I can't give up now.
Fancy seeing Star Trek. Will try and persuade Lyn to take me. I went and seen Coraline and Monsters V Aliens - both in 3D which is brilliant and is the way forward! Also went to see Wolverine which I actually thought was pretty good.
The Doves cd has been on fairly heavy rotation though I am currently listening to the new Maximo Park album.
Other than that, just quiet really. Looking forward to catching up in a few weeks - how's the golf going? Shaping up nicely for the Open I hope.
Cheers the now
Dave
OMG - you gigged at the very first venue I saw The Signals in the mid 80's! I was off seeing my son's new band in Edinburgh that night.
Aw, well. I knew more words of your songs than theirs, too! Hope it was good gig and not too much sweating and swooning!
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