OK, I'm off to Wales in an hour or so, so I won't be posting again until the new year (not that I've been posting much anyway). Hope you all have a good one! Squeak to you in the new year, and I expect I'll be listing my fave albums of 2004, best gigs attended, that kind of thing. Ta-ra for now!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:13 am
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Apologies to anyone who's tried trawling the archives recently, because it seems the pictures in the entries from 2001 and 2002 aren't working anymore. I used to have photos hosted on my webspace at easyspace.com (it was supposed to be free webspace for life) but they seem to have now withdrawn this, the blighters. I stopped using it ages ago, to be honest, because I haven't been able to FTP to it for over a year now.
Can I be bothered to check my hard-disc and back-up CDs for the missing photos and re-upload them to Photobucket or somewhere? That is the question.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:41 am
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
In other news...
Imagine not only my surprise but also my genuine feeling of alarm when I checked my email t'other day and found a missive entitled "Merry Christmas" from that cheeky chappie himself Jamie Oliver.
"Uh-oh, he's tracked me down at last!", I thought to myself, but upon opening said email I discovered it to be one of those newsletter thingies that get sent out to a mailing list of people who've signed up for such shenanigans. So, that means either one of you naughty people signed me up for a laugh, or else I went and did it myself (for a laugh) and then forgot all about it.
Actually, we've just had a new Snarlsburys open in Didcot a couple of weeks ago. There was rumour that the cheeky chappie was going to come on down and open it at the official ceremony, but I don't think that ever happened. Perhaps the very name of Didcot set alarm bells ringing inside the Oliver cranium (I imagine the contents would resemble a small withered pickled walnut) and he thought, "Didcot... Snowdoll! No way I'm going there!"
Whatever, I expect he's too busy at the moment to be opening supermarkets in Didcot. Every time I turn on the telly there he is in the Highlands of Scotland, checking out the production of the smoked salmon and saying "Wow" a lot. (Is that his new word?)
Anyway, the Christmas email I was telling you about... it was a bit crap really. He was just plugging his website and his books. Oh, and he bunged in a recipe for "Cheeky Christmas turkey with braised leeks and the best wine gravy!", which I'm not really too impressed with. How about a vegetarian option, hmmmm? However, if anyone wants a bootleg copy of the recipe, drop me a line and I'll let you have it.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:34 am
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Tamsin was wondering why I hadn't posted anything about the Christmas Wasted festival last weekend (Sunday 12th Dec), but the previous post should explain why I've been quiet. Sorry about that, folks.
There's not a lot I can say about Wasted really. It was an all-day punk event at the Astoria in London, although Tamsin and I got there late afternoon, and didn't bother with any of the bands other than The Damned. I mean, did we really want to be bothered with Sham 69, for example? I thought they were a joke first time around! The time before The Damned's set was spent in the bar area (and the drink prices in that place were CRIMINAL!) yapping away with various other fans and people from the Damned message board, though I'm not going to list them all here - there were just too many. Met quite a few new faces too, which was nice. Oh, and a very odd guy who grabbed me and kissed me, although I'm not sure at all what that was all about. I wasn't even dressed as Gina, not even a hint of make-up (I hadn't been in the mood what with the situation at home and all that).
We positioned ourselves near the front of the stage, over on Captain's side for The Damned's performance. It was a bit of a weird one, to be honest. The Damned weren't playing on top form, it has to be said. I spoke to Stuart (bass) afterwards and he said they weren't together as they were all too worried about people throwing stuff, which is something that has been plaguing the band on this tour. Indeed, I myself was hit on the shoulder by a nearly full can of beer and it bloody hurt. What kind of idiot throws a can of beer, and at those prices? Just a bunch of saddoes who think that punk rock was all about throwing glasses and throwing beer at bands. Idiots.
The Damned's set was the same as it was at the recent Oxford gig I went to (except "These Hands" had been replaced with "New Rose"). Under the circumstances they gave a great performance; everyone who'd seen the other bands that day said that the Damned were streets ahead of the rest.
Afterwards we all went to the after show party at the Intrepid Fox in Wardour Street where much drink was consumed (the money was put up by Pinch from the sale of his old drum kit) and where everyone talked a load of old toot. Which was good. Captain was sporting a very fetching Santa hat in black and with "Bah, humbug!" on it. I want one! Then, at a not too disrespectful hour (3:30 am or thereabouts), Tamsin and I took a taxi back to hers.
Oh, forgot to say, my camera seemed to have died so I couldn't take any photos (Grrrr) but Tamsin took a few, which you can see here (and don't bother scrutinizing them trying to spot me, 'cos I'm not in any of them).
Owww, and had a bit of a bad head the next day!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:12 am
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Here's what's been happening...
Briefly speaking, that is. I don't want to dwell on it too much as it's been a stressful time and I don't want to have to go over it again and again. In short, the next door neighbours - the ones we share a party wall with - have been making our lives a living hell with noise. Friday last week was the final straw - they were on the go from 9pm Friday night right through to 10am Saturday morning. Non-stop noise.
I've tried sleeping downstairs, having the television on quietly and computer on for white noise, white noise CDs, ear plugs, and combinations of the above, and all to little or no avail. So, most the week has been spent trying to sort out the problem (which has ben going on for quite a while now). I've contacted the housing agency that they let the house through, environmental health, two local councillors, and my MP. There is so much red tape to get through but after a visit from a man from the environmental health last night I feel things are finally getting better. Also, the housing agency have had words with the neighbours and I think they are getting the message, although I don't want to be too complacent about that. I don't really trust them.
These have been really trying times. Early Wednesday morning I had to call the police out to deal with them fighting in the street and causing a ruckus... I'm not saying too much here, it only gets me all worked up again.
And as if that wasn't enough, the house the other side of us was broken into by kids and Karen apprehended one of them in our garden and gave him a piece of her mind. She also got back the things he'd nicked from our neighbours. They brought round a bunch of flowers today to say thank you to her, and it was all too much for her and she got very tearful.
Anyway, enough of this. As I said I don't want to write too much about it. I'm sick to the back teeth with the whole affair and want to be able to look forward to and think about happier things. I just wanted to give you all an idea of the reasons for my recent negative feelings, which are of course why I've not been posting on here very much.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:57 pm
Thursday, December 09, 2004
What? Write something on the blog?
Yeah. Ummm. Well.
That'd be a novel idea, I suppose. I'm finding that I simply don't have the inclination to write on here any more. Occasionally I will force myself to log into Blogger and type a stream of words, as I am doing now, but what a chore that has become.
I'm feeling now that I'd really like to let it rest; that I haven't got a lot to say really, or else I'm doing other stuff, or else too bloody knackered to bother. Perhaps I'm just not in the mood.
I had intended writing something about The Rutles / Wreckless Eric gig at the Bloomsbury Theatre last week, so I suppose I ought to bash out a few words about that. Hell, that was eight days ago now! The 1st December, to be exact, date fans! Well, to be honest, Eric's set was a bit disappointing, simply because the sound on the PA was crap. No fault of Eric's. I spoke to him afterwards and the poor chap was extremely pissed off. He said he'd been given no soundcheck, had had nothing to eat, that the PA was shite, and that he thought it was a rip-off people being charged £15 a ticket considering the sound quality. I agreed, especially seeing as I'd forked out for two tickets, but bloody Spooky had let me down earlier in the day saying he wouldn't be able to make it. Yeah, thanks for telling me, mate. If he'd told me even a day earlier I could have possibly have got a refund. Fifteen quid wasted.
The Rutles I enjoyed much more this time around. I saw them back in May, I think, and was left feeling strangely cold by the proceedings. However, I hadn't really gone to see them; it was Eric I wanted to see, Neil Innes and Co were just a bonus.
What a pity Eric's set suffered so, because he played loads of my favourite Wreckless Eric songs: "Joe Meek", "The Golden Hour of Harry Secombe", "Someone Must Have Nailed Us Together", "Swimming Against the Tide of Reason", "33s and 45s", as well as songs that have been in the set for a while now: "Same", "Local", "Whole Wide World" (of course)...
Actually, "Whole Wide World" was a particularly rousing affair, and was only spoilt for me by someone standing in the aisle nearby letting off a really stinky fart. Absolutely charming!
I heard a few people talking in the bar in the interval and it seemed that many of them had quite enjoyed his set, so it wasn't all in vain. Mind you, the ageing couple sitting in front of me seemed to be emanating negative rays of hate; I could feel it just wafting off them. Also, I don't think Eric's "colourful" language went down too well with certain members of the audience. As soon as he sauntered onto the stage he began, "It's really fucking plush in here, isn't it? Really posh. It's not like that back there," (points backstage), "There's a dead dog in the freezer back there."
Classic Eric-isms! I love 'em. Jeremy on the Wreckless Eric Yahoo!Group related a story about when Eric was supporting the Rutles at the Philharmonic Hall in Liverpool recently, and broke two guitar strings:
Eric: Should I change them?
Member of audience: We paid for six strings and we want six.
Eric: You fucker.
Member of audience: Mr Fucker to you.
Eric: I don't remember the number of strings being specified in the contract. You get one string with me and anything else is a bonus.
Fantastic. He's a national treasure, I tell you!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:34 am