Weekender
More shenanigans...
Friday - started off quiet enough with a visit to my old man who's in hospital for his bladder cancer check-up. He's unashamedly enjoying himself - he gets a nice bed, a Patientline TV and telephone, peace and quiet to read his paper and no nagging. And he likes the food...
Saturday - headed to The Queen's Head & Artichoke for lunch - a nice pub, slightly tucked away with good bar food and a fully fledged restaurant upstairs.
Then scooted off to a mate's local in Whitechapel, The London Hospital Tavern (nowhere near as trendy as that review makes out). Me and him used to DJ there in the dark and distant. We thought the raised area where strippers formerly did their thing, added a touch of class to the dance floor. And we were right.
Went back to mate's flat and drank more and watched Derek & Clive Get The Horn, the film of their recording sessions for their LPs. First time I've seen it and it's shocking, distasteful and bloody brilliant. Made at the time the partnership of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore was breaking up, with Moore about to take Hollywood by squall with '10' and 'Arthur', the asides and improv make for a Freudian field day as they attack their subjects and each other. A lot seems to stem from Cook's annoyance and perhaps even hurt at Moore's abandonment of him. Although snogging him and pouring crisps on his head probably wasn't the best way to make him stay.
Moore's piano playing is very skilful - buy it here
Then had to ride the nightbuses back home. When did the N35 become crowded with thugs and ponces? Pah. I remember when if you sat on the top deck of a nightbus it would just be you and a bloke making a home-made crack pipe out of a Special Brew can. But you tell that to the kids of today and they won't believe you.
Sunday - hangover as usual. Braved the Westmoreland Rd market to get to Costcutter for the weekly milk. Watched Black Books series 3 with Cursor - extremely funny. Although the number of links between that, Spaced and Shaun of the Dead in terms of actors and production staff is getting as funny as one of the episodes 8o).
Managed to get the laundry done before Midsomer Murders which is currently averaging three murders per episode. Always an achievement given that it's set in a cluster of small villages in the South of England.
Friday - started off quiet enough with a visit to my old man who's in hospital for his bladder cancer check-up. He's unashamedly enjoying himself - he gets a nice bed, a Patientline TV and telephone, peace and quiet to read his paper and no nagging. And he likes the food...
Saturday - headed to The Queen's Head & Artichoke for lunch - a nice pub, slightly tucked away with good bar food and a fully fledged restaurant upstairs.
Then scooted off to a mate's local in Whitechapel, The London Hospital Tavern (nowhere near as trendy as that review makes out). Me and him used to DJ there in the dark and distant. We thought the raised area where strippers formerly did their thing, added a touch of class to the dance floor. And we were right.
Went back to mate's flat and drank more and watched Derek & Clive Get The Horn, the film of their recording sessions for their LPs. First time I've seen it and it's shocking, distasteful and bloody brilliant. Made at the time the partnership of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore was breaking up, with Moore about to take Hollywood by squall with '10' and 'Arthur', the asides and improv make for a Freudian field day as they attack their subjects and each other. A lot seems to stem from Cook's annoyance and perhaps even hurt at Moore's abandonment of him. Although snogging him and pouring crisps on his head probably wasn't the best way to make him stay.
Moore's piano playing is very skilful - buy it here
Then had to ride the nightbuses back home. When did the N35 become crowded with thugs and ponces? Pah. I remember when if you sat on the top deck of a nightbus it would just be you and a bloke making a home-made crack pipe out of a Special Brew can. But you tell that to the kids of today and they won't believe you.
Sunday - hangover as usual. Braved the Westmoreland Rd market to get to Costcutter for the weekly milk. Watched Black Books series 3 with Cursor - extremely funny. Although the number of links between that, Spaced and Shaun of the Dead in terms of actors and production staff is getting as funny as one of the episodes 8o).
Managed to get the laundry done before Midsomer Murders which is currently averaging three murders per episode. Always an achievement given that it's set in a cluster of small villages in the South of England.
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