Trouble at t'mill
Ah, start new permanent contract on the monday, am invited to meeting on the wednesday where amidst the usual 'visions and values of the company' malarkey, it is revealed that everyone's contracts are going to change to flexible contracts. These will increase flexibility, apparently.
Or mean that I'll be working whenever they tell me to, creating merry hell with my already non existent social life. I've only just got my weekends back after the five year Tour of Duty in Book Retail. They'll be going out the window before the year is out. Sigh. Now, where's the Guardian's job section...
Went to see alexandersfestivalhall at the Spitz on wednesday. The sound was all over the place, I think in part due to alex prerecording everything on his computer and then singing and playing along over the top of that. And so it was quite infuriating trying to work out what was going on. However, a few things were going on, and not just his funky dance moves that give Peter Crouch a run for his money. A couple of songs emerged from the confusion that rose above the intensity of style, and I'd really like to hear them again. And I wouldn't mind covering one in particular.
Of the other bands, Paris Motel were good, all strings and things. And the band in the middle, whose name I can't remember, were quite startling. An operatically voiced female part Bjork, part backed with cello, viola, violin and lap steel to create a lucious effect reminiscent of the Cocteau Twins, if anyone remembers them. Like I say, quite startling.
Am off to drink lassi. No dog jokes please, Ed.
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Or mean that I'll be working whenever they tell me to, creating merry hell with my already non existent social life. I've only just got my weekends back after the five year Tour of Duty in Book Retail. They'll be going out the window before the year is out. Sigh. Now, where's the Guardian's job section...
Went to see alexandersfestivalhall at the Spitz on wednesday. The sound was all over the place, I think in part due to alex prerecording everything on his computer and then singing and playing along over the top of that. And so it was quite infuriating trying to work out what was going on. However, a few things were going on, and not just his funky dance moves that give Peter Crouch a run for his money. A couple of songs emerged from the confusion that rose above the intensity of style, and I'd really like to hear them again. And I wouldn't mind covering one in particular.
Of the other bands, Paris Motel were good, all strings and things. And the band in the middle, whose name I can't remember, were quite startling. An operatically voiced female part Bjork, part backed with cello, viola, violin and lap steel to create a lucious effect reminiscent of the Cocteau Twins, if anyone remembers them. Like I say, quite startling.
Am off to drink lassi. No dog jokes please, Ed.
xx