I went to duckie on Saturday and suffered two disappointments. Firstly, the lovely Amy Lame wasn't there. And secondly, the act Johnny Woo had not painted his face blue like he has in the publicity photos. It rhymed so well and everything.
I enjoyed Johnny Woo's (with black face) performance poetry, although my friends didn't look quite a convinced. As always the DJ was great and it was packed - note to self - arrive earlier next time.
In between gallivanting I have been trying to sort out the jungle that is my garden. It is now marginally improved but my back may never be the same again.
A busy week this week, Gogol bordello, Chas n Dave and Claridges all too follow. From the sublime to the ridiculous - moi!
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