random acts of senseless beauty

I’m off down the motorwary of the sun to The French House for a week.
I’ve got a feeling I may not be able to blog… but we’ll see.
Au revoir mes amis

Went with Cath to see the lovely lads at their biggest solo gig so far. It was very good indeed. Fireworks and everything.

The best thing about Coldplay live at the moment is that they seem to be having so much FUN. All of them. Johnny’s wandering down the front of the [...]

The phone rang at about 10.45 as Cath and I were nearing the end of our 3rd consecutive episode of Dawson’s Creek (series 5 arrived in the post earlier in the week).
It was Special Andy, named not because he’s ‘a bit special’ but because he is truly special; as a friend, as a man, as [...]

The end of two days of mammoth shifts covering the London end of 6’s Glasto coverage. Today’s show’s were a triumph – if I say so myself – and I’m still flabbergasted at the bredth and sheer quality of the BBC’s festival output this weekend, across Radio, Telly and Online.
The interactive bits of digital [...]

We got sent this pic to work this morning… it’s of part of the Glastonbbury Campsite.

Wow.

a brief prologue for us Brits
Mr Rogers was the cornerstone of American kids tv for years and years. More ubiquitous than Brian Cant in the 70s. Less annoying than Big Bird. His catchphrases included the oft-used “Hi Neighbour!”.
It’s been a Mr Rogers kind of a day. Sat here at the lap-top [...]

Headed out to Camden tonight to see Be Your Own PET, armed with excitement and a birthday hug to deliver from Alexia.
The Purple Turtle may have been renamed Buzzard but it’s still a very purple, strange and sweaty venue; perfect for kiddy punk.
I walked in the door to the sounds of Good Shoes, who [...]

I find myself incapable of an early night.
Yesterday I headed off to Oxford for a day of mooching about in the searing heat and then listening to the best set of petry readings I’ve ever heard.
the first half was made up of writer alumni of St John’s College (Larkin, Amis, A.E. Houseman, Robert Brook, John [...]

What a gig. Among the best I’ve seen I think.

It was bizarrely light at the beginning of the show, but since we couldn’t see the full glory of Willie Williams’ screens we didn’t begrudge. Also the fact that the seats were so close… we weren’t going to argue!

It seemed ‘proper’ once it got [...]

*very quietly typed post, right proper hungover*
Last night I went to my first ever Glitzy Awards Bash(tm). The Mojo Honours List.
I was sat on a table with Steve Harley, Antony from Antony & The Johnsons, and the Rough Trade label people.

it’s a bit dark… but here’s a guerilla pic of the table behind [...]

(No, not that sort)
Jacqs and I are indulging in a small Nik Kershaw revival at our desks. Dancing to The Riddle, Wouldn’t It Be Good, I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me, Wide Boy, Don Quixote… I could go on.
He’s go a new Greatest Hits out. Anad you should really [...]

Last night a friend was talking about the way his body talks to him. Not in a weird way… You know – it’s three o’clock and you’ve got an early meeting and you just can’t back to sleep and you start arguing with yourself: “It’s 3:15am now, and if yo-o-ou think yo-ou’re going [...]

today I brought home 17 CDs from work. It’s not like that every day and these weren’t all new… some I’d have been hanging around for ages just waiting, and a couple are finished copies of things I’ve got on promo.
Some gems to reccomend, though, if I may:
Spoon – Gimme Fiction
Sufjan Stevens – Come [...]

I’ve been spending FAR too much time with my baby here… tap tap tapping away to people about all sorts of things, getting up to no good, and reading reading reading about politics, the world, and general nonsense.
The sky today was amazing – at times it was a Simpsons sky; all fluffy clouds and the [...]

I’m getting used to my lazy Saturdays, coffee and Frosties, Oatcakes and Marmalade, and a catch up on everyone’s blogs.
Sparrow gives me the kind of quotes I want to cut out and stick on my wall:
“Dost thou love life? Then waste not time; for time is the stuff that life is made of.”
~ Benjamin Franklin
“Groundless [...]

I called Sarah this afternoon so I could wish Sam a happy third birthday. I didn’t really expect to deal with the man himself, but during his toast and honey I was granted a rare telephone audience.
“Hi Jude”
“Hi Sam! Happy Birthday!”
“Happy Birthday Sam!”
“Can I sing you Happy Birthday?”
“Yes”
So I sing Happy Birthday. [...]

Today is 8th June. It’s taken me two full days to get Liz’s joke from her comment the other day.
I blame the snot.

my brain has been so busy recently… whirring madly with all sorts of things that I would normally find some way of articulating here on these pages.
I don’t know whether it’s the fact that I’ve got away from the habit of blogging more internal stuff, or the every present awareness that a heck [...]

In the first picture below… have you notice the size of the mirror ball??? That’s no trick of the camera, it was HUGE!
Anyway, off to work.

A great gig. Somehow the fab four from 6 managed to get ourselves the prime position up at the top… about 10 ft immediately above Gwyneth, who really got into it in a highly endearing manner.
There were a few bits that you know will get better as the tour progresses, and I’m sure Chris [...]