Mash It Up

If anyone has ever seen Ferris Buller's Day Off, this is brilliant, it just goes to show how editing can completely change the meaning of something! It's very funny however.

Get Into The Groove (Armada)

I might have to rename my blog Lush Life as it seems the only thing I find worth writing about, or maybe All The Reasons Why I'm Going To Hell.

Any way confession over (bless) I went to Lovebox this weekend and tobe honest I have mixed feelings about it. Unquestionably the best part was hanging out with Brenna and meeting her very good mates, sadly the line-up did not impress me much. To be fair I think this was partially our own fault, we literally stood in one spot the whole time from 4 till 10:30, but then the acts we were most interested in seeing were on the main stage.

The first act the Ladywhites: NEXT. Followed by nearly 40 minutes of silence from the stage - in hindsight this would have been the opportune time to look around the rest of the festival, instead we played my favourite game, drink the beer, or rather cider. Next up is The Human League, who are an improvement and towards the end (when they start playing songs we recognise) the crowd start to liven up with classics Tell Me When and, as I predicted, they conclude with Don't You Want Me Baby.

This time they do fill some of the intermediate time with beat box-er Beardy Man, he is brilliant, I've seen him on the web before and the sounds that one human can create are incredible. What we are discovering by this point is that the bar situation is terrible, there are lots of staff but they are grouped in threes per section, only one is serving while two others are sat at the back taking the cash, which seems pointless and it's already 7 deep at the bar, it takes 30 minutes to get served, by which point the group I really wanted to see have started.

Groove Armada play several of their classic hits and are by far the best act of the night, sadly even their performance is lacking drive and build and the pathetically small fireworks they launch during the set are laughable and remind me of the Glitter Cannons that Alan Partridge launches in his Dante Fireplaces presentation! Still it's great to finally see them live.

The final act of the night is Manu Chow, I've been told by my flat mate that he's very lively 'world' music, I'm optimistic, I've seen some really good live world music, initially he sounds pretty good until we realise every song sounds exactly the same and he plays for two hours. I'm even more gutted when I found out afterwards that 2 Many DJ's (a superb DJ outfit) were playing elsewhere in the festival despite not being named on the bill.

When it finally finishes I'm ready to leave and party with my new found friends, oh yeah and it's my other flatmates birthday party, maybe I should try and get to that too... oops!

Turn Water Into Whine

Oh my god has anybody else seen the ridiculous 'Celebrity Slimming Water' that's on sale in Tesco's at the moment, the point of sale advertising invites you to 'drink yourself slim' used by celebrities, apparently , obviously none prepared to endorse the product though.

The saddest part though was the 8 or 9 year old child begging her mum to buy her a bottle. Oh dear lord, I wanted to shout at the top of my voice "JUST DRINK FUCKING WATER" but the store is quite convenient for home and I don't want to get black listed in another shop.

I will try and get a picture to add to this post next time I'm there, it is utterly ludicrous.

Carry On Regardless

To those people who've recently read my blog and criticised it as 'self-indulgent crap' to other people and not to me.

Thank you.

O2 Behave

I'm referring of course to the o2 Wireless Festival that was on in London's Hyde Park this Saturday and yes it was a boozy affair, but you know that already. We were lucky enough to be attending this event VIP courtesy of my great mate Tash who works for Orange (and yet it's O2?) How queer? Well it's not really queer it was just a blag on her part courtesy of Kiss FM, but it sounded better, two business rivals, well it didn't cos I didn't even really write it that well (more Sauvignon please). Not only were we gifted free booze and food as VIP's, we were gifted fine weather as well, these factors alone are enough to redeem an otherwise so so day.

We've settled ourselves into a table near the bar, Tim and I discuss how we always feel like we shouldn't really be somewhere like this when we are and wonder who's lost out because of us, then we look around at the people here and realise most of them are probably blaggers too, so we relax.

As I'm eying up the talent I spot Channel 4's T4 stage, they're filming links and I spot Steve Jones, one of the presenters who a certain friend of mine fancies the pants off. Feeling unable to resist the photo opportunity and a pathetic chance to make my friend jealous via Picture Messaging, I approach him and ask for a photo,
"It's not for me" I tell him "I want to make my friend jealous he really fancies you!'
We both laugh and then he gently places his arms around my firm shoulders. He leans over and whispers in my ear,
"I wrap here in 10, can we go some place private?"
"Oh Steve!" I cry "For god sakes this is V-I-P, how private do you want it? Anyway I said my friend, not me, so unhand me you handsome brute"
As you can see the photo is proof positive all of the above paragraph actually happened. Fact. For the rest of the day I can't shake him so I disappear into the underworld.

Underworld were the first proper act we saw live and they were fantastic, they played for about 90 minutes and they looked like they were enjoying just as much as we were, it was a great visual show and musically amazing. Next up was Fatboy Slim, he was the headline act and as I had predicted before I got there, was not very good. My problem with him is that he always does the same DJ'ing tricks and plays his own samples over and over, I don't want that, I want what's now, what's happening, what's cool, scrub that cool, what are the kids saying these days? Rad, what is rad.

So I wonder around the festival in search of alternative stages only to find they have all closed already, it's 9pm, 9pm and there are no other choices, it's slim pickings when Fatboy's on stage it would seem. My friends are still enjoying it though so I wait for them. Whilst I'm waiting two of my brothers call to ask me if I've forgotten anything, what do they mean, brolly, poncho, parasol, salapets, bolt croppers? I think about it and decide 'No. No I haven't'. Turns out I have it's my big brothers 40th today, oopsie.

Finally I rejoin my friends and it's back to theirs for a chill out, not a bad night really. I spend 9 hours on the sofa on Sunday, it must have been a good day really.