Rumbled

Well, the game's up. Long after I'd abandoned any expectation of it happening, Paul mailed me to say I should really get an LJ account . . . so I had to 'fess up. I thought he would be the most likely to raise the subject again, but I thought it would be a bit quicker. I don't know why. Interestingly, I seemed to gain friends at an impressive rate for a few minutes. Paul obviously knew at that point, but Dave popped up so fast I suspect Paul of having updated it for him. Morph arrived pretty bloody quickly too, and Alison's also an early adopter. That's it so far. I suppose I should really start claiming that some people are friends of mine - at least it'll give them a chance to deny it.

"So", I hear you ask, "what have you been up to for the last month?"

Not a great deal"", I reply. It's been fairly quiet overall, but work's been trolling onwards in the usual manner and the Calling's crashed and burned. Or crashed and smouldered. Or at least broken down temporarily. The venue (the very excellent Q club on Station Road) has got some (hopefully temporary) noise-related licence issues, and so we're out on our ear. Currently (meaning as of tonight's discussions) it looks like we'll be back at the beginning of February in a different venue much nearer the town centre, but that isn't absolute dead certain confirmed yet, so don't say I said it was. Still Tuesday, still alternating with Rocksoc's club Wake Up Screaming. I guess that this means the spiniffs (Poodlebox and . . . I don't remember) are on indefinite hold, but they may return at some point.( Read more... )