Argh, this post was meant to appear on the 31st, but my ljcrosspost plugin decided to backdate it so that it didn’t appear on anyone else’s LJ friends page, so here it is again (I’ve deleted the older copy. Thanks to
Saturday
After publishing my last post, I popped up to Lyon Street to help
The Jazzanova night was good fun. He (Alex Jazzanova) has just released a mix CD so it was a nicely varied set, going between acid jazz, lounge, electro, drum & bass, reggae, stuff like that. I briefly saw DJ French-a from the T.-A.E.C gig at the start, but he disappeared to the toilets after a while to snort something-or-other. I stayed in the dancefloor room for most of the night with it’s sweet sound system – there’s a really comfy leather armchair just below the DJ booth where you can sit back and relax while people dance just feet in front of you. I quite like the layout of the Reading Rooms with its distinct separation of bar, seating area and dancefloor, plus it’s nifty uses of space. At one point in the night, when I was talking to a couple of people in the toilet about something random, one of the staff came in, looked at me then said “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave, this is unacceptable”. I looked at him for a second wondering what the hell he was on about, then his face suddenly changed and he said, “Oh, sorry, never mind. Sorry about that.” and left. Then it twigged that he thought I was a woman. I was happy after that 🙂 Other than that, I danced a lot.
I left about 5 mins before the end and walked 200m along the road to the City Function Suite where Cage was just winding up. Walked in, said happy birthday to Drew (who then proceeded to jump on me, dragging both of us down to the floor), saw Richard from work (not the
Sunday
Woke up on Richard’s sofa around 1:30pm – Stu must have slipped out earlier without Rich or I noticing. Sauntered up to my flat, cleaned up for a bit, then headed 100m down the road to
After the barbey we all squeezed into
Monday
I was sure that I did something last Monday, but I’m fucked if I can remember what (mental note; update blog more often).
Meme time