Sunday, May 29, 2005

Psycho billies

Psycho billies
Last Friday night, Highbury Corner. Met up with some mates for a few pints before going to see this crowd of psycho babblers upstairs at the Garage (I think). I don't know what they were called, but - I say, they were jolly energetic. The bass-player was an extremely frightening man, throwing his double-bass around the place as though it were, I don't know, a blow-up doll. As I said to a pal at the time, who knows how he manages to fit band practices in amongst all that weight training?

I didn't stay that long.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

114

114
Added to my Flickr favourites.

Saturday, May 7, 2005

George Galloway

George Galloway
Two days after the UK general election, I lay in bed on a Saturday afternoon wishing the sun would refrain from poking through the slits in my bedroom windows' shutters and snaking its sharpness into the fug of my simultaneously Friday night- and heavy cold-addled consciousness. While drifting gratefully into and irritably out of sweaty dreamworlds, I was suddenly made aware of a blaring noise, sat bolt upright and, looking through the window, was presented with the shiny pate of George Galloway on an open-top bus, his colleagues shouting through an enormous PA system "WE WON! YEAH! WE WON, RIGHT? WE WON! HA!" or some such. So I took this photo. "That'll show the opportunistic self-publicist", I thought. "Let's see how loudly you shout when everyone's staring at your bald patch."

I bet he's quaking in his boots.