Sunday, 12. February 2006, 01:45:32
Hurrah! Its Saturday night and the weekend is well underway and unforunately, as I type, we enter the landslide that is Sunday to draw the week to a close. This weekend has been a hive of activity - and of course the term 'weekend' encompasses Friday night's antics... so that particular evening would be a good place to start.
Friday was a good day in work. We got moderate amounts of work done and accomplished a number of things. On Fridays
'Drinks and Nibbles' is declared at 4pm. This sees the reception area filled with booze and food, amid a swarm of staff. The idea is that we socialise for the next hour and have a few drinks and nibbles until we all head our separate ways - whether that be off on a night out, or back to our humble abodes. I stayed until 6pm, and had a good old natter in that time.
Friday night I was set to be going out to see upcoming indie rockers,
Little Man Tate, play Manchester's
Bierkeller - and so at 6.30pm I headed out from work and into
Night & Day Café where I sat on my lonesome and had a drink and a few games of pinball. I managed to break the pinball machine... but nevermind. After texting
Steve (aka Queueman /
Two Sips), asking about his whereabouts, I headed off to the venue for tonight's show in the hope to meet Steve on the way there.
When I arrived the front enterance to the venue was closed, but I managed to get in round the back and waited around with the band until Steve got there. A few members of the band recognised me from their previous Manchester outing, so it was cool that I wasn't on my own.
Anyway, less of the finer details, the night went like this: The support bands were quite crap, and I didn't much listen - I'd better company in the way of all the new people I met
(Sarah and Ricky to name but two). Someone called
Joe knocked my expensive camera off the table and onto the floor. It chipped a load of paint off, and busted the lens. I think I managed to sort the lens out, but the paintwork's damaged - ah well, its what's expected when you take things to a gig.
Little Man Tate put on a great show, and it was a great night all round - they are going to be famous soon. New found friend,
Sarah, gave me a lift home from Manchester -
what a star.
Since I went to sleep last night at like 4am, I spent most of the day in bed. I woke and got up at around 1pm (i think) and lounged about all day sorting out my
photos from the gig. It was dark in the venue, so it was a hard gig to shoot, but hopefully I've got some good shots - and you should look out for them in
Artrocker magazine over the coming weeks.
Tonight, I went to
The Trafford Centre with my friends
Hassan and Hocine. As always, we went to the ODEON cinema to watch a film - this time it was
Big Mamma's House 2. The film was good - very funny - but doesn't beat
Just Friends on a comedy level. I think I overfaced on popcorn, because now I have stomach ache. All together now;
Awww.
Tomorrow
(by which I mean Sunday), I'm planning on meeting
Gema and going to Manchester's
Cornerhouse to see an original 1985 showreel of
The Breakfast Club - followed by a bit of shopping and a trip to
Fab Cafe. If it happens, it will be good. If it doesn't, I'll be sat on the net all day, or in bed watching
The A-Team. Hooray!
Oh, and if you want to check out my photos of
Little Man Tate,
click here.
Good day to you.
