Fetish Club, the rise and fall of Indie music the Alternative Fair and the BBC
Well I hope everyone had a great weekend. I did too though I am shatter.
On Friday it was our good friends Paula’s birthday and she had hired a fetish club in Kentish town for her party. It’s quite well a well known club and me and Loulou have been meaning to go there for quite some time. It was actually a lovely venue, quite small but very cosy.
It was a very interesting evening, though a lot of politics went on and there was some high drama. However it’s not really my position to say anything and as neither me or Loulou were directly involved in the shenanigans (we were just concerned observers) I will leave out some of the events that happened. Anyway it was a good night despite things. We have been to lots of fetish clubs now, they are great social events and the atmosphere is always great, I do find them very surreal though, stood around chatting with friends as your eating a delightful finger buffet and drinking a gin and tonic as you watch people get fisted I mean some of the things you see! Still all the fun of the fair and I love every minute of it despite sometimes thinking I am in a sketch show.
It was rather funny on Friday, I always knew where Loulou had gone as there was a trail of black feathers everywhere from her feather boa. It was also my premier of my rubber military trousers and rubber shirt, which went down very well. We didn’t get in till nearly 4 and I was tempted to stay up and watch some cricket (because England are playing India at the moment, due to the time difference, play starts at 4am GMT) but was far to exhausted and drunk so I staggered to bed with the lady.
On Saturday we were going to go out and about in London but it was far too cold so we got the flat nice and warm and just stayed in all day. It was just what we needed, we had a nice lie in, listened to some classic Indie music before getting up, discussing all the great bands and what actually happened to Indie. How did we get from my Bloody Valentine and the Smiths to Coldplay?! We are moving backwards! So we had a passionate debate about the decline and ethos of Indie music over coffee listening to early ‘Suede’ ‘Charlatans’ and the ‘Breeders’
We also managed to get the flat sorted out a little which was great. Then spent the late afternoon drinking plenty of tea and surfing Livejournal. Now I think livejournal is fantastic, everything you can be interested in you can access or chat to people about, no matter how specific it is. And there’s some really cool people out there. I’ve just added some new friends this weekend; I’ve been meaning to get my act together on lj for quite some time and start networking and increasing my pool of friends. I need stimulating debate and to chat about things that are important to me, livejournal is ideal for that, I mean its great having a debate in a pub about politics and sport and popular culture, but unless I’m with specific friends, I can’t chat about astrology or Victorian London, the supernatural, higher states of consciousness or particular art movements. You can chat about anything on lj, and communicate with people all over the world who think on the same level as you and you can exchange ideas, believes, knowledge even emotions and pleasures. Its something I intend to work on, admittedly I did get carried away this weekend with the more shall we say ‘sensual’ side of lj but then, it was that type of intense ‘heightened emotions’ with everything weekend. Blame Loulou we indulged in far to much deviancy! It’s her fault. Despite all my high moral standards, I really do have a dark intence and slightly alternative sexual side. Though I really should leave some of the smutty groups on my list, I don’t want to put people off.
In the evening we opened a nice bottle of wine and ordered pizzas and garlic bread, lit some candles and watched the magnificent “Up Pompeii” to those of you who have never seen it, particularly non English readers. It’s typical British humour from the 1970’s its just highly camp, full of innuendo, clever word play, voluptuous ladies and toilet humour. It really does personify the British sense of humour, that’s ultimately what we are all about. No wonder all the other Europeans think we are mad.
Sunday was cool; Jacques gave us a lift to the London Alternative Market near Clapham. Its replaced the old London Fetish Fair and its much better, the venue was gorgeous, a large opulent Victorian Theatre and there was a lot more stalls there, we ended up buying a lovely leather riding crop, a suede flogger, a lovely amber pendent, two collars for Loulou and a nice quaint silver necklace with a glittery padlock on it.
After we got home we just chilled out and watch the magnificent new BBC nature program called ‘Plant Earth’ with David Attenborough. We have been looking forward to it all week, the footage was incredible, I think its important to know about the planet and all the other species on it, I’ve always been a bit geeky when it comes to the living planet. I suppose its my hippy artistic roots and growing up in the moors and hills of Northern England. Programmes like this make me very proud of the BBC.
Anyway that’s my update for the weekend, hope this finds you all well and in good spirits,
On Friday it was our good friends Paula’s birthday and she had hired a fetish club in Kentish town for her party. It’s quite well a well known club and me and Loulou have been meaning to go there for quite some time. It was actually a lovely venue, quite small but very cosy.
It was a very interesting evening, though a lot of politics went on and there was some high drama. However it’s not really my position to say anything and as neither me or Loulou were directly involved in the shenanigans (we were just concerned observers) I will leave out some of the events that happened. Anyway it was a good night despite things. We have been to lots of fetish clubs now, they are great social events and the atmosphere is always great, I do find them very surreal though, stood around chatting with friends as your eating a delightful finger buffet and drinking a gin and tonic as you watch people get fisted I mean some of the things you see! Still all the fun of the fair and I love every minute of it despite sometimes thinking I am in a sketch show.
It was rather funny on Friday, I always knew where Loulou had gone as there was a trail of black feathers everywhere from her feather boa. It was also my premier of my rubber military trousers and rubber shirt, which went down very well. We didn’t get in till nearly 4 and I was tempted to stay up and watch some cricket (because England are playing India at the moment, due to the time difference, play starts at 4am GMT) but was far to exhausted and drunk so I staggered to bed with the lady.
On Saturday we were going to go out and about in London but it was far too cold so we got the flat nice and warm and just stayed in all day. It was just what we needed, we had a nice lie in, listened to some classic Indie music before getting up, discussing all the great bands and what actually happened to Indie. How did we get from my Bloody Valentine and the Smiths to Coldplay?! We are moving backwards! So we had a passionate debate about the decline and ethos of Indie music over coffee listening to early ‘Suede’ ‘Charlatans’ and the ‘Breeders’
We also managed to get the flat sorted out a little which was great. Then spent the late afternoon drinking plenty of tea and surfing Livejournal. Now I think livejournal is fantastic, everything you can be interested in you can access or chat to people about, no matter how specific it is. And there’s some really cool people out there. I’ve just added some new friends this weekend; I’ve been meaning to get my act together on lj for quite some time and start networking and increasing my pool of friends. I need stimulating debate and to chat about things that are important to me, livejournal is ideal for that, I mean its great having a debate in a pub about politics and sport and popular culture, but unless I’m with specific friends, I can’t chat about astrology or Victorian London, the supernatural, higher states of consciousness or particular art movements. You can chat about anything on lj, and communicate with people all over the world who think on the same level as you and you can exchange ideas, believes, knowledge even emotions and pleasures. Its something I intend to work on, admittedly I did get carried away this weekend with the more shall we say ‘sensual’ side of lj but then, it was that type of intense ‘heightened emotions’ with everything weekend. Blame Loulou we indulged in far to much deviancy! It’s her fault. Despite all my high moral standards, I really do have a dark intence and slightly alternative sexual side. Though I really should leave some of the smutty groups on my list, I don’t want to put people off.
In the evening we opened a nice bottle of wine and ordered pizzas and garlic bread, lit some candles and watched the magnificent “Up Pompeii” to those of you who have never seen it, particularly non English readers. It’s typical British humour from the 1970’s its just highly camp, full of innuendo, clever word play, voluptuous ladies and toilet humour. It really does personify the British sense of humour, that’s ultimately what we are all about. No wonder all the other Europeans think we are mad.
Sunday was cool; Jacques gave us a lift to the London Alternative Market near Clapham. Its replaced the old London Fetish Fair and its much better, the venue was gorgeous, a large opulent Victorian Theatre and there was a lot more stalls there, we ended up buying a lovely leather riding crop, a suede flogger, a lovely amber pendent, two collars for Loulou and a nice quaint silver necklace with a glittery padlock on it.
After we got home we just chilled out and watch the magnificent new BBC nature program called ‘Plant Earth’ with David Attenborough. We have been looking forward to it all week, the footage was incredible, I think its important to know about the planet and all the other species on it, I’ve always been a bit geeky when it comes to the living planet. I suppose its my hippy artistic roots and growing up in the moors and hills of Northern England. Programmes like this make me very proud of the BBC.
Anyway that’s my update for the weekend, hope this finds you all well and in good spirits,