Aye up. It's festival season already...

( Wales Goes Pop! )

Last weekend - or, no two weekends ago - was the October Whitby Goth Weekend. After a few-year break in tradition, the October weekend is back to happening in October, which saves on confusion.

( You could be there - on a dark October night )

So, once upon a time I used to write stuff here about what I did. Which is useful, because I have an increasingly terrible memory ( Read more... )

The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I ruptured knee ligaments skiing, and am currently mostly sitting on the sofa. Day 14 (Friday) is a trip to the doctor to hear the results of my MRI. Contains medical details, though not especially gory ones.

( Day 14 )

The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I fell over skiing and ruptured a bouquet of ligaments in both knees.

( Day 6 )

The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I fell over skiing and hurt my knee. As we begin this, I am still in Germany.

( Day 3 )

( Day 2 )

( Day 1 )

Last Christmas, I got an unexpected text message from leathellin: she was in London, did I want to meet up (I think we went and ate pizza, but that's not important right now).

She'd been in town the previous evening for some sort of Christmas extravaganza organised by Robin Ince and Brian Cox. It all sounded like fun. Should she get tickets for us when she ( Read more... )

A couple of weekends back I got a message from davefish: he had the Whitby lurgy, and would I care to ensure that his ticket to see Garbage didn't go to waste?
( Garbage @ Brixton Academy )