I've started up a new clubbing venture with Morgan and Sandy, a tiny Canadian with perfect hair. It's called Come Out 2Nite, named after the most perfect pop single by the most perfect pop band.
It's at the Betsey Trotwood, which is in Farringdon. Our first night is on Saturday 24th October, which will also be Morgan's 22nd birthday. To celebrate this, we're all playing sets from our birth years, 1977, 1979 and, errr, 1987.
My set will therefore involve The Only Ones, Sparks, The Cure, Squeeze and the B52s.
Come along if you can! Let me know if you can make it and I'll put you on our £2 guestlist. And please spread the word with past London Loves veterans, if you know where they live, in real life or on the internet.
Hello all,
I'm back from America, where I spent my time playing Mario Kart, drinking whiskey, and hiding from tornadoes in Indian Restaurants.
But enough of that - who wants to come to London Loves? It's a one-off, a reunion, a memory, a reminder, a celebration, a resolution. It's the clubbing equivalent of Murakami's what I talk about when I talk about running. If people come, we'll do another. I'm totally up for it - all being well, I'm moving back to central London in June, so will again be able to turn part of my easily distracted attention to the crazy world of club promotion.
It takes place on Saturday 23rd May at the Torriano Pub on Torriano Avenue, which is a lazy 10 minutes walk from Kentish Town tube. Here's a map for you. Entry is free, but space is tight - or, as an estate agent would say, cosy. Therefore, we need to know FOR CERTAIN if you're able to come. No facebook maybe babies. If you can make it, let us know, and we'll put you on our (free) guestlist. If you can't, let us know asap, so we have a decent idea of numbers.
It's an early one - 7-12 - so we hope to get people dancing early, and everyone will be able to get the last tube. This, I think, is a good thing, as people are old and they seem to like the last tube. The last tube has taken on a mythical status, suggesting warmth, safety, and not spending three hours on the night bus.
This means we'd expect you to get down early. Start drinking from seven, and start drinking by nine. That's the plan. Amazingly, there's a jumble sale at the pub in the afternoon - so you could even come in mid-afternoon and see if you can still remember your name by the time by 9. Then when If by The Bluetones comes on, you won't even care if you can't.
As the vast majority of you know, I'm getting married soon, so this London Loves forms part of my hopefully legion non-stag do style celebrations.
Email me if you can make it, and I'll put you on the list.
Forward to anyone who might be interested (any 20sixers who aren't on here?) - we lost our London Loves mailing list in a tragic internet forest fire.
Hope all is well.
J x
Martin works in Mark's and Spencers
Sharon stocks up cash dispensers
Mary married a man who hears
Voices in his head
Your mate Brian knocks down buildings
Sean and Sally had six children
I'm ensconced in academia
And you, you're still in bed
But do you remember when we'd go to town
Meet our friends and hang around
And talk about what we'd like to be?
We slowly went our separate ways
Meeting up on holidays
To talk about the way it used to be
Our headmaster's back in prison
Peter plays for the first division
No-one's heard from Fred
Sexy Sadie's put on weight
Michael's working in Kuwait
Billy Jones is dead
And do you remember when we'd go to town
Meet our friends and hang around
And talk about what we'd like to be?
We slowly went our separate ways
Meeting up on holidays
To talk about the way it used to be
You said that you'd be famous and drive a flashy car
I thought that I would be the first man on Mars
But you couldn't pay your insurance and had to sell your guitar
And I'm stuck in the Midlands
I guess I didn't get too far
No I didn't get too far
No I didn't get too far
But do you remember when we'd go to town
Meet our friends and hang around
And talk about what we'd like to be?
We slowly went our separate ways
Meeting up on holidays
To talk about the way it used to be
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By MJ Hibbett. His new album is ace, by the way.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away
---
Saw Watchmen. It was alright.
