Went to London on Friday night for the Fortuna Pop night at the Buffalo bar. I got to play some records as well as see some ace bands, including the always excellent Airport Girl and the fabulously shambolic and loveable Esiotrot. We released their 3” CD on I Wish I Was Unpopular as well, which is of course ace. I haven’t stopped playing it for days. I am addicted to the sounds of ‘Emily Scott’ in particular. “She’s the daughter of the clergyman, she’ll wash my hair when it gets dirty, man” has to be my favourite line of the year so far. Marvellous. Photos are here, and a review will be forthcoming soon. Ish.
Anyway, it was a fleeting visit, but I found time to wander around Paddington again and take photos. And those ones are here.
I caught the 12.05 train home, which took a paltry two hours from station to station. Two hours to London? Man, why don’t I do it more often? Oh yeah, money. Whatever.
Then on Saturday night a load of us went out for dinner in Exeter, to the Italian restaurant in what used to be the Turk’s Head on the High Street. I had not been on Exeter High Street on a Saturday night for years. It was quite scary. We joked about going on to Timepiece afterwards, and then on Sunday morning I got an email from Tim pointing me at this. Spooky.
Sunday I rode my bike for the first time since New Year’s Day. I rode up the valley for an hour, reached Cove, turned around and rode back again. Then today I rode to work and back. It’s pretty much wiped me out, but it is good to be back in the saddle again after various illnesses. Fingers crossed I can keep myself motivated to do a few more school runs this week…