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"Such A Twat" - The Paranoid Android
...musings of a mechanically depressed robot...
"Such A Twat"
Last night I saw The Streets at the Brixton Academy.

I got there a bit earlier than expected (it's just 30 minutes from the office... which is very handy to know) so I plotted up in the local Wetherspoons with the crossword and a nice pint of Directors. JT and his mate arrived at the agreed time and another beer was had. We arrived at the venue in good time to see the support who was rather good but whose name escapes me now.

More beer was had. The Brixton Academy has not won any awards for real ale... so the choice was a bit limited. No – strike that – the choice is pretty much non-existent – Tetley's in a tin. I thought I was unlucky because my round came up just as the support act finished – so the queue for the bar was epic! I realised after that it was actually quite good luck – the next two rounds would have to be carried to the front of the venue through dancers and light effects.

The Streets were excellent. Mike Skinner was on top form, he engaged the audience from the start. At one point he gave away his iPhone and some headphones. That's the kind of souvenir you want to come away from a gig with!

There was a mix of old and new songs... but my night was made when he sang "blinded by the light" during the encore.

There is a line in a streets song that goes something like this: "Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another Marlon at the bar" and after the gig we made our way to the Dogstar. This seemed like a good idea at the time. The Dogstar hasn't won any awards for real ale either... in fact there were no ales of any sort in there, so I drank Kopparburg Pear. This also seemed like a good idea at the time.

Although it was around midnight the place was just warming up. The DJ was mixing tunes in the same way that gears are mixed in a car with no clutch. We forgave him because we were drunk and they were good tunes. I was now so drunk that dancing in a pub seemed like a good idea too. There was a couple dry humping on a raised stage area. It was that kind of pub.

I'm not sure what time the pub closes, but at about 02:00 or 02:30 we decided that home might be the way to head. JT lives next door to a 24hour garage so I purchased a couple of pasties there and ate them watching an episode of "The Take."

JT washed my shirt as I didn't have another with me and it had been covered in beer at the gig.

It was really quite late by the time I got to bed – a bed which had been kindly donated by JT's absent flat mate (perhaps not kindly at all as he might not be aware I stole his bed for the evening!).

This morning, after far too little sleep I headed into work from Clapham. It's surprising how difficult it is to get to the financial district from there. It took about as long as it takes me to get from home – but the distance is about a quarter!

That might have been the end to this little story - but there is an interesting sting in the tale... today I was dragged from "retirement" to play a five-a-side football match with my work colleagues: "The old'uns vs the young'uns" This is a semi-regular event where the under 30's challenge the over 30's and generally get whooped. Today was no exception... but playing football after last night was a bit touch and go. I did manage to keep the contents of my stomach where they belong and after the game (and a nice cool shower) I felt a lot better.

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teya_uk From: teya_uk Date: June 25th, 2009 12:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Don't you just have to sit on the Northern Line at Clapham North, South or Common and count the 8 or so stops to Moorgate? Tis quite easy really ;o)

Glad you had a nice time.
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