Seasick Steve - all washed up...

...For me anyway. Lovely guy, brilliant musician, but the Royal Albert Hall killed it for me. Some people unfortunately don't suit being famous and he is on of them.

The evening though was hilariously helped by two guys having a punch up because one of them was singing too loud.

Random cabaret

On Saturday I managed to persuade some unsuspecting friends to come with me to see the Whoopee cabaret which was part of the Thames Festival.

Comprised of various acts usually seen at Duckie I wasn't sure how good it would be. I love Duckie but the acts are usually improved by the intake of lots of beer and we were still on pint number one when it kicked off.

It was hit and miss, and some of the acts could not be as rumbuncious as usual because despite the time there were still some kiddies in the audience. However, it was really good to see alternative cabaret being given performance space (the lovely scoop) and some acts, particularly the dance act, where the woman got chucked around all over the place was good fun.

We finished off the evening with some gambian reggae in the neighbouring patch of green space and with me leaving my fleece in a pub in Borough - doh!

Hello Queenie

On Saturday my friends and I did the touristy thing of going to Buckingham Palace. We decided it was about time. Surprisingly the queue had a lot of English people doing the same, and despite the rumours I did think it was worth the money.

Its actually quite cosy for a palace. I don't feel I would feel out of place reclined on a throne there. Come on Queenie, where's my invite.

Rhona get a haircut

Poor Rhona Cameron, note to all lesbian comedians, do not play Croydon, it didn't work for Rhona, it didn't work for Sandra Bernhard, and it won't work for you.

Despite the lack of audience and dodgy mullet she was quite entertaining. I especially liked the bit about the Abercombie and Fitch shop and I will be going in there at the weekend to see how scary it really is.

Hiatus - hernia perhaps

I've had a break from posting due to the vastly time consuming nature of looking after two small children.

Yes, for my sins I have been babysitting my niece and nephew, aged 4 and 7 respectively.

They are not particularly keen on each other at the moment and as you know the weather has been pants. I am arts and crafted out. I no longer have a creative bone in my body. As such, I have nothing to say!

My super hero villan

Your results: You are Magneto
You fear the persecution of those that are different or underprivileged so much that you are willing to fight and hurt others for your cause.


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Bonde de Role are hot - literally

I took a trip down to the uber cool Hoxton bar and grill last night to see Bonde de Role. What a crazy night. The cool cats were sporting 80s perms and the place was hot, packed and apparently full of tossers - well so I thought in the 15 minutes we waited for them to come on. I thought I was either going to have a claustrophobia attack or faint in the heat!

But all was forgiven the minute they stepped on the stage. Four very over excited nutters. Drinks were thrown, clothes were taken off (I have never seen a woman so happy to be jumping around topless), I was hit on the head with an inflatable palm tree. They were crazy, sexy and cool and I would catch them now before they get calmed down by a well meaning record company.

I would like to apologise to all those on the train home with me. I did shower as soon as I got in honest.