Fresh with success in negotiating myself a pay cut and recovery on Friday I decided on Saturday to finally pop my Slimelight cherry and go there for more than just a gig. And I must say I enjoyed it. I'm not sure I'd feel quite the same at 5am in the same dreary shit-hole, but staying after Rotersand/RBN until about 1:15am then driving back to Birmingham did kinda work. I fear I did commit a carbon-crime but given the fact that the last public transport back was 1am from Victoria I feel slightly cornered, if not justified.
Clearly the way forward is to find more London friends and kip down - hint, hint.
Rotersand were tremendous. A much better set than they played at Infest as there were fewer of their dreadful ballads, but the lighting was predictably terrible so I have about 300 utterly usefess shots. Still, that won't mean you can escape seeing some in the future. The level of engagement they had with the crowd was so much better than Madonna demonstrated on Channel 4 on Sunday. And the tickets were cheaper too.
Sunday I failed to sleep enough, then went out for a cycle ride to deliver the latest ego-support to pax_draconis and then returned to celebrate the fact I hadn't fallen off. Which was in itself kinda lucky as my leg has already become infected as I proved by squeezing pus out of it last night.
Needless to say though my leg wasn't as bad as that of poor Frenchie in Pan's Labyrinth who had little more than a bottle of booze and his revolutionary stoicism to seem him through a much grizzlier leg wound. The film was breathtaking from start to end - breathtakingly bad trailers; breathtaking design and execution; and the most cringeworthy scene I've ever scene in cinema and no muppets or David Bowie. As nyarbaggytep says though - go see it!
But I get ahead of myself - also on Sunday I ventured out to see Casino Royale which was a good, if flawed film. Clearly sponsored by the travel industry the pacing was a little out of kilter in places and I cried at one point (as the Aston Martin did the record breaking 7 cannon rolls - as seen in the trailer). Despite the flaws it was a good film - shades of Timothy Dalton who I thought was so underrated. IMDB has just confirmed my fears - " In one afternoon's shooting, three Aston Martin DBS cars valued at $300,000 each were destroyed for the car roll sequence." Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
So far this week I've done little else of note, except cause stunned silence in my colleagues by telling them my plans and displaying uncharacteristic restraint at a conference yesterday - by not shouting down the opening speaker for telling half the story. At least she had the decency to look a little nervous when she saw me in the crowd. Government money well spent though - I got a free pen, sweets, coffee mug, post-its and slidey puzzle!
The gravy train continues to roll on!