Saturday, Schmaturday

This week so far has been great, considering how non-eventful my recent weeks have been.

Monday - nothing. Tuesday -nothing much. Wednesday - went to the Job Fair at the Corn Exchange in town. Wednesday night though... went to London. I just thought "sod it". I know I haven't got a job at the moment and money is starting to get a bit scarce, but I was trying to be optimistic. I could get a job next week, which means it wouldn't be so bad if I went out for one night this week and had a few (over-priced) drinks. Right?

We went to a club called Punk in Soho, London. It was decidedly un-punk from the outset. It was all bright pink backlit walls and bar, nicely upholstered furniture, beaded curtain-thingies and huge pop-art images of Madonna and George Clinton. And a Confessional Area. The DJ was playing Bros as we entered the club. A bit odd.

We were there to see The Indelicates. I love them, they just get better and better each time I see them. Julia's voice is so, um, pretty. That is the only word I can think of to describe it at the moment. I guess you should hear it for yourself. As I kinda said, they were great. And a special guest joined them onstage...look, it's Eddie Argos!

Apparently he was standing behind me for most of their set. I think I squealed in a most uncool way when alerted to this fact...

Anyway, pictures from that night are here. Check 'em.

The place was full of weirdly dressed scenester kids and Winehouse-a-likes. And a very "ironic" DJ. He was playing Buddy Holly, Herman's Hermits, Dirty Dancing soundtrack and Jive Bunny, as well as the afore-mentioned Bros tuneage. The kids were lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it...

We couldn't stay, had to get the train back. Damn unfortunate.