Interesting Times
Following the ten day rollercoaster of court-then-Whitby-then-eddie777's-operation, I was hoping for the chance to catch up with useful things like sleep over the weekend. Needless to say, that was wishful thinking. Saturday's trip to Scarborough didn't go entirely according to plan. I walked in on a bit of a psychodrama chez WWINOLJ, and waking up (or rather, coming round) at 4.30am to discover that it was pouring with rain put an end to any Beltaine sunrise on the beach ideas.
Sunday night also had its stressful moments, though I enjoyed the bands and it was great to catch up with so many people. The Bassment is just such a dingy venue, though, and when you don't want to go to the loo in case you bump into The Wrong People on the stairs, it's time to call it a night. On the subject of The Wrong People, and with necessary crypticness, I couldn't help but notice (neither, I shouldn't think, could anyone else present) that they were there with a "Wrong" Person of their own. No idea how the hell they manage it but I do hope Karma catches up with them soon (and with something a little stronger than antibiotics and herbal sleeping aids next time)
Wigan yesterday could have been worse. It could have been Widnes, for starters. Moderately alarmed and, as ever, hugely flattered by the unprecedented response to a bank holiday post about crap towns, I hereby reward you with a poll:
Poll
In other news, I hope the rain stops before Thursday, so that we can go to the seaside.
Sunday night also had its stressful moments, though I enjoyed the bands and it was great to catch up with so many people. The Bassment is just such a dingy venue, though, and when you don't want to go to the loo in case you bump into The Wrong People on the stairs, it's time to call it a night. On the subject of The Wrong People, and with necessary crypticness, I couldn't help but notice (neither, I shouldn't think, could anyone else present) that they were there with a "Wrong" Person of their own. No idea how the hell they manage it but I do hope Karma catches up with them soon (and with something a little stronger than antibiotics and herbal sleeping aids next time)
Wigan yesterday could have been worse. It could have been Widnes, for starters. Moderately alarmed and, as ever, hugely flattered by the unprecedented response to a bank holiday post about crap towns, I hereby reward you with a poll:
Poll
In other news, I hope the rain stops before Thursday, so that we can go to the seaside.