Enlightenment

"Small group was cancelled last night. Though i was at first a bit upset about this, i soon found my self realaxing in a nice warm bath! Theres little in life that can compare to having one of those 2 hour long baths! So nice to be comsumed in warmth, when outside everything is freezing cold.

Well to me, this reminds me of Jesus."

Me, not so much. In response to that I can only think of a very poor joke. Alex will probaly think of it too.

On thursday, I went to see KT Tunstall at the Camden Underworld. Actually the best thing I've ever seen! ESPECIALLY Dave Woodcock from The Maze, and the other support acts were fantastic too. (Donna from Amplifico, sounding very similar to KT herself but in a good way, The London Beach kinda folkey with a strange singer, but with many good points, and also Emmy the Great lived up to her name. But ESPECIALLY Dave Woodcock.)


The man, the myth.




The best bits of London Beach.


Emmy the Great.


KTs fantastic drummer.


KT on fine form.



Then KT came on stage and all was right with the world, with some crazy unexpected riffs, a Beck cover, two new songs, overall a massively long set insanely well pulled-off. It was one of those gigs where the artists really looked like they were enjoying themselves, with added anecdotes. I wish I was there again.

Nearly time to go :S

Right, well it's been nearly an entire month since my last update. I'm sure that by now the infrequent clingers-on that had begun to read this have given up and now rely solely on the Gaunt for their bedtime stories of ghosts, pointless webcams and the Isle of Mann. That is the natural way of things, I am not in any way attempting to change that. But I'm (at least temporarily) back! Because i'm again employed... kind of. Very loosely.

This month gap included Christmas, New Year and 8 injections. By the last two, they stung so much it hurt... yea that makes sense a bit. To save money I went to my GP for a few of them, and was confronted with the informative "How do you know you don't have chlamidya?" poster. I was pretty sure.

At new years, me and Harpe worked out the secrets of life, the universe and everything while fairly drunk, so all I can remember about it now was that it would have worked. Bugger. Penguins were involved. Also, Tims basist was nice, and watching the dawn with Chrissie (not Penny... sorry! I blame being a terrible terrible friend and alcohol), Harpe and Lawrence was eventful. I think we started an owl war. Oh and we got shot at twice... that was loud. What's wrong with a good old-fasioned scarecrow?

Christmas was the least christmasy i've ever seen it, but I did get some cash so I'm not complaining, but I didn't see much family or seasonal cheer or REAL presents... ok so I am complaining. My inner child died a little. But I'm going to have to get used to these things. "Life". Pff.

Also contained was an already mythical Christmatch. Hulk-hands were conspicuously absent as the players trickled in, as was Jason and several of the laws of physics, most noticabley grip. Needless to say, the Sparrowhawks cruised to a famous victory... well I say cruised, more sort of scraped on sudden death penalties. But it was good. So good. I even scored once. Even these meager details are only revealed after a lengthy series of lawyers meeting and getting agitated, and several strongly-worded letters, so there I'm afraid it will be left. You'll have to imagine the rest. Afterwards there was a John Barnes sighting in his natural habitat, the local indian.

As recently as last Thursday, I was transported to another state of being, but that deserves a post to itself.

Other than that, thee has been much Smallville, Malcom in the Middle and Lost. Or there should have been. But there isn't much more of any of them to see... shame.