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I have a new gig to mc. hurray!

I can’t complain even though I’m already too busy with Edinburgh stuff, but I had been eyeing up the Carlton Club, a gig venue just down the road, since I moved late last year.  I’d been put off as it said on the sign outside ‘member’s only’, but then when I passed the other there was a big banner out front advertising the ‘Celebrate Whalley Range Festival and the ‘members’ bit was covered up. It was all but over by the time I went for a nosey, but a few enquiries later, and I was having a meeting discussing a comedy night, which they were after. There’s work to be done promoting it, and time will tell if it works out, but first impressions, and seeing that they’ve got a newsletter and roster of events, suggest that this very established venue is having a bit of  a renaissance. Today is a good day.

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The Apple Bar, Bristol. It only serves cider. It’s on a boat. What more do you want! I’m in heaven! (Some swearing)

Leicester summer sundae festival. It’s cult rock poet John Cooper Clarke! How we laughed at the naming similarity. Well, not really. But how rock is he? Well on close inspection most of his face is made of gold, even his eyes. I was impressed.

I casually dropped the word ‘multitudinous’ into conversation last night. I’m quite pleased.

Big words, and the use thereof. It’s somthing I bang on about every now and then, there’s just not enough people making full use of the English language anymore. I remember once waiting outside a metro station in newcastle when someone came up and asked If I knew where the biscuit factory was, (an art gallery build on the site of an old bakery,) and what the nearest metro station stop to it would be. I named two stations saying the venue in question was ‘equidistant’ to them. The initial look I got was one of puzzlement, like I’d said something that was nonsense or delibrately confusing, but then a smile cracked right across her face and she repeated the word back to me, ‘equidistant!’, taking pleasure from the use of the word.

I was pleased she smiled, because in the few short moments beforehand, when she was looking at me curiously, like i’d just been beamed down from another planet, my brain begangearing up for a defensive response for an “eh?” or “you what?”, to which I like to think my retort would have been somthing like ‘if you don’t know what it means then I’ll give you themetro fare, you need all the education you can get’, but probably wouldn’t.

The full English langange, like the breakfast, is a rich and cultured affair, if you can use a big

word, do it.

Other stuff.
My sweet girlfriend took me to Colwyn Castle in Wales. Lovely. However as I was walking around I couldn’t trying to compare it to the castle in the game ‘Oblivion’ which I’ve been playing recently. oh dear.