Rest ye Well, Gander on the Green
Well, there goes another live music from Bournemouth! The Gander (or at least what's left of it) will be calling time for the last time on May 9th. Subsequently all gigs until the closing date have been cancelled, most importantly The Reverend Hotfoot Jackson gig that WAS going to be this Saturday. The monthly music nights hosted by the Rev ("La Nuit du Loup Garou") will hopefully be re-located sometime in the future where you can catch great bands such as Rain Dogs, Rodeo 7 and the Boneyard Creepers with DJ Shadow spinning the wax all night loooooong.
And anyway, we've still got the party on Sunday to look forward to! So far the known guests are Michael Jackson, Marc Bolan, Medusa and Mork and Mindy.
Ventured to the Portman last night to try and catch one of our mates bands, but it didn't turn out quite as we'd hoped. For one, the place was crammed with pretentious wankers in cravattes and 'oh-so alternative' clothes to watch diabolical "alternative" art-wank music diarrhea. One guy came out the toilets holding a small guitar and looked at me with a great big grin on his face, as if to say "Ay, ay?!! See this?!! It's like a guitar, except it's really really small!! What do ya think of THAT, ay?!! How funny am I going to be when I play this?!!" Yeah, nice one, WANKER. Maybe I'll just choke on my own vomit, that will probably provide the good people of the Portman with more entertainment than you. Perhaps you will be SO funny, SO different, and SO alternative that at the point you start playing life as we know it will simply cease to exist and the Portman will choose to spontaneously implode and end it's own life rather than listen to ONE more minute of your infernal caterwauling. Just a small "thwip" sound, and an eternal silent void where creation once existed.
Aaaanyway, apart from that there was lots of horrible ghosts from my past there. Stalkers, people I had wronged, and generally all manner of horrible people I had no interest with. So, after a few drinks, we left.
Still addicted to the bloody Animal Crossing game. I start getting panic attacks if I don't play on it daily - What if I'm not there when the turnip prices increase? What if I have an un-read letter that contains a foreign fruit? What about all the bugs and fossils I'm missing out on to make money to extend my house? And so on.
And anyway, we've still got the party on Sunday to look forward to! So far the known guests are Michael Jackson, Marc Bolan, Medusa and Mork and Mindy.
Ventured to the Portman last night to try and catch one of our mates bands, but it didn't turn out quite as we'd hoped. For one, the place was crammed with pretentious wankers in cravattes and 'oh-so alternative' clothes to watch diabolical "alternative" art-wank music diarrhea. One guy came out the toilets holding a small guitar and looked at me with a great big grin on his face, as if to say "Ay, ay?!! See this?!! It's like a guitar, except it's really really small!! What do ya think of THAT, ay?!! How funny am I going to be when I play this?!!" Yeah, nice one, WANKER. Maybe I'll just choke on my own vomit, that will probably provide the good people of the Portman with more entertainment than you. Perhaps you will be SO funny, SO different, and SO alternative that at the point you start playing life as we know it will simply cease to exist and the Portman will choose to spontaneously implode and end it's own life rather than listen to ONE more minute of your infernal caterwauling. Just a small "thwip" sound, and an eternal silent void where creation once existed.
Aaaanyway, apart from that there was lots of horrible ghosts from my past there. Stalkers, people I had wronged, and generally all manner of horrible people I had no interest with. So, after a few drinks, we left.
Still addicted to the bloody Animal Crossing game. I start getting panic attacks if I don't play on it daily - What if I'm not there when the turnip prices increase? What if I have an un-read letter that contains a foreign fruit? What about all the bugs and fossils I'm missing out on to make money to extend my house? And so on.