A Week In The Life of a slash obsessed, folk club joining, very, very, VERY excited Palace Player
Cos hell, it's been a while.
This week, whilst being a long one (thanks, college) wasn't short of enjoyable moments.
Firstly, OMG MEW ARE COMING TO LONDON!!!
For the first time possibly ever, I managed to get pre-sale tickets. How very 'hardcore' of me. So yes, this point in short: Roll on July 16th. And Jonas, I will try my best not to eat you. I promise.
And so moving on to Memorable Event Number Two... I'm not sure if I can count this one being an entirely positive experience, but it was fucking funny.
College bus rides are never dull affairs. But this one will be sticking in my memory for a long while yet.
It started with an exclamation, the source of which I'm still not sure of.
"Hey, a Batman car!"
Cue images of the Batmobile, speeding down Staines high street with all the style of well, the Batmobile.
Instead, I see an average every day vehicle, which just so happened to have a massive painted picture of Batman and Robin covering one side.
Cue my own reponse: OHMIGOD, THAT'S SO COOL!
Except, on closer inspection, it is actually a massive painted picture of Batman and Robin holding each other's waists and KISSING.
Cue my own -screamed- response: OHMIGODTHEYREKISSINGIT'SSLASH!
Cue the rest of the bus turning round to look at me with expressions that -silently- scream WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU UTTER, UTTER FREAK.
My cheeks are still burning from the mere recollection of it.
So, let's move swiftly on to Memorable Event Number Three.
Now, some people say that Media is a doss subject. 'Some people' are obviously very very right and very very illogical for choosing real subjects instead of watching brilliant films all lesson/trying to get tiny birds out of the classroom.
This week's brilliant film was called This England, which I remember being desperate to see when it first came out but also being far too young (still am, technically. This is the only instance where I will ever hail the A-level curriculum.)
In short: the film was hilarious, gritty, dark, witty, moving, daring and thought-provoking, with superb acting and directing (Shane Meadows is a genius, but if this film really was semi-biographical, I really cannot comprehend how he became friends with/played in a band with The Leisure Society's Nick Hemming, in all his softly spoken, highly educated and painfully shy and refined ways). The ending of the film in particular was incredibly affecting, leaving you with the feeling of having just experienced something which is still very much unfinished. Considering the film revolved around the beliefs and practises of the heinious British National Party, I would say that this was undoubtedly the most appropriate and poignant ending the film could have had.
I still wouldn't mind a sequel, though.
Memorable Event Number Four took place in a dingy, hidden away room in the upstairs of the Blue Anchor pub in Byfleet. In this room a little folk club, average age of about 65, gather every Thursday to perform and sing along to three hours worth of old, traditional folk songs which poor, ignorant Bethany has never heard before in all her life. She is willing to learn. Once she finally manages to persuade her father to pay for a new acoustic guitar. Or at least persuade him to let her take money out of her own bank account to pay for one.
Memorable Event Number Five: discovering a video of baby Finn Andrews (and by baby, I mean about seven years old) playing the role of a 'local god' in one of his Dad(Barry Andrews of XTC/Shriekback)'s films. It took a while for me to spot him, but as soon as a dark eyed, full-lipped, reflective (if slightly crazy looking) child appeared on screen, face muddied and dressed in only leaf-constructed underwear, I realised, with great hilarity, that this guy has always been very, very strange. And also, that leaf constructed underwear doesn't ever work. Even for kids :|
And to the Sixth and Final Memorable Event of the Week, occuring yesterday evening when my wonderful sister turned on the tv at approximately 8:27pm, at the very moment when two good looking, sexually-charged-and-very-confused blokes (namely Syed Massood and Christian Clarke off Eastenders) were alone together in a kitchen, shouting and eventually snogging each others faces off (yay!) Well, that's probably what would have happened HAD THE END CREDITS NOT CUT IN HALF A SECOND INTO THE FUCKING KISS. Grr at you, Auntie Beeb, in all your prudy, cowardly ways.
However, there is an alternative version on the website, which I find possibly even sexier than the one shown on't telly, which you can view here.
And I say, what a way to end such a memorable, eventful week.
Edit because I am a complete moron: Memorable Event Number 7. Finally buying the Britpop Collectors edition of Mojo magazine, after one very embarassing failed attempt ("That'll be £5.99." "Oh, 5... £5.99, really? Ok..." -throws all change in pockets onto counter, which clearly doesn't even come close to £5.99- "I'm sorry, I actually can't afford this." -slowly picks up endless change from counter as queue of five stand and judge-) but basically OHMIGOD SO MUCH SUEDE!!! AND SO MUCH ADORABLE BRETT/BERNIE!!!
It was quotes like this one, that just about made the magazine worth it's extortionate price:
'[Bernard]Butler was also discovering David Bowie through a tape given to him for his birthday by [Brett] Anderson. "The cassette had his Bowie faves on one side, like Quicksand, and they quickly became my favourites too. I thought, 'If this is what Brett wants...' I desperately wanted to impress him, because I wanted him to become my Morrissey'.
That, people, is the kind of thing that makes Bethany practically melt with the squee.
This week, whilst being a long one (thanks, college) wasn't short of enjoyable moments.
Firstly, OMG MEW ARE COMING TO LONDON!!!
For the first time possibly ever, I managed to get pre-sale tickets. How very 'hardcore' of me. So yes, this point in short: Roll on July 16th. And Jonas, I will try my best not to eat you. I promise.
And so moving on to Memorable Event Number Two... I'm not sure if I can count this one being an entirely positive experience, but it was fucking funny.
College bus rides are never dull affairs. But this one will be sticking in my memory for a long while yet.
It started with an exclamation, the source of which I'm still not sure of.
"Hey, a Batman car!"
Cue images of the Batmobile, speeding down Staines high street with all the style of well, the Batmobile.
Instead, I see an average every day vehicle, which just so happened to have a massive painted picture of Batman and Robin covering one side.
Cue my own reponse: OHMIGOD, THAT'S SO COOL!
Except, on closer inspection, it is actually a massive painted picture of Batman and Robin holding each other's waists and KISSING.
Cue my own -screamed- response: OHMIGODTHEYREKISSINGIT'SSLASH!
Cue the rest of the bus turning round to look at me with expressions that -silently- scream WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU UTTER, UTTER FREAK.
My cheeks are still burning from the mere recollection of it.
So, let's move swiftly on to Memorable Event Number Three.
Now, some people say that Media is a doss subject. 'Some people' are obviously very very right and very very illogical for choosing real subjects instead of watching brilliant films all lesson/trying to get tiny birds out of the classroom.
This week's brilliant film was called This England, which I remember being desperate to see when it first came out but also being far too young (still am, technically. This is the only instance where I will ever hail the A-level curriculum.)
In short: the film was hilarious, gritty, dark, witty, moving, daring and thought-provoking, with superb acting and directing (Shane Meadows is a genius, but if this film really was semi-biographical, I really cannot comprehend how he became friends with/played in a band with The Leisure Society's Nick Hemming, in all his softly spoken, highly educated and painfully shy and refined ways). The ending of the film in particular was incredibly affecting, leaving you with the feeling of having just experienced something which is still very much unfinished. Considering the film revolved around the beliefs and practises of the heinious British National Party, I would say that this was undoubtedly the most appropriate and poignant ending the film could have had.
I still wouldn't mind a sequel, though.
Memorable Event Number Four took place in a dingy, hidden away room in the upstairs of the Blue Anchor pub in Byfleet. In this room a little folk club, average age of about 65, gather every Thursday to perform and sing along to three hours worth of old, traditional folk songs which poor, ignorant Bethany has never heard before in all her life. She is willing to learn. Once she finally manages to persuade her father to pay for a new acoustic guitar. Or at least persuade him to let her take money out of her own bank account to pay for one.
Memorable Event Number Five: discovering a video of baby Finn Andrews (and by baby, I mean about seven years old) playing the role of a 'local god' in one of his Dad(Barry Andrews of XTC/Shriekback)'s films. It took a while for me to spot him, but as soon as a dark eyed, full-lipped, reflective (if slightly crazy looking) child appeared on screen, face muddied and dressed in only leaf-constructed underwear, I realised, with great hilarity, that this guy has always been very, very strange. And also, that leaf constructed underwear doesn't ever work. Even for kids :|
And to the Sixth and Final Memorable Event of the Week, occuring yesterday evening when my wonderful sister turned on the tv at approximately 8:27pm, at the very moment when two good looking, sexually-charged-and-very-confused blokes (namely Syed Massood and Christian Clarke off Eastenders) were alone together in a kitchen, shouting and eventually snogging each others faces off (yay!) Well, that's probably what would have happened HAD THE END CREDITS NOT CUT IN HALF A SECOND INTO THE FUCKING KISS. Grr at you, Auntie Beeb, in all your prudy, cowardly ways.
However, there is an alternative version on the website, which I find possibly even sexier than the one shown on't telly, which you can view here.
And I say, what a way to end such a memorable, eventful week.
Edit because I am a complete moron: Memorable Event Number 7. Finally buying the Britpop Collectors edition of Mojo magazine, after one very embarassing failed attempt ("That'll be £5.99." "Oh, 5... £5.99, really? Ok..." -throws all change in pockets onto counter, which clearly doesn't even come close to £5.99- "I'm sorry, I actually can't afford this." -slowly picks up endless change from counter as queue of five stand and judge-) but basically OHMIGOD SO MUCH SUEDE!!! AND SO MUCH ADORABLE BRETT/BERNIE!!!
It was quotes like this one, that just about made the magazine worth it's extortionate price:
'[Bernard]Butler was also discovering David Bowie through a tape given to him for his birthday by [Brett] Anderson. "The cassette had his Bowie faves on one side, like Quicksand, and they quickly became my favourites too. I thought, 'If this is what Brett wants...' I desperately wanted to impress him, because I wanted him to become my Morrissey'.
That, people, is the kind of thing that makes Bethany practically melt with the squee.