It's all about the way that it unfurls

The Magnetic Fields / (The Real) Tuesday Weld
Royal Festival Hall, 10/10/04

I feel at something of a disadvantage writing this after reading verlaine's review, but hey, we were sitting in different parts of the hall, so it's two different perspectives.

( review )

One of a kind

Snarfed from emperor:

( mememememe )

Clothes horse

I do not need a khaki silk hoodie jacket. I do not need scarlet silk skirts, gold-coloured Chinese-style silk shirts, or big purple velvet dresses from Monsoon. I do not need a tight-fitting DKNY t-shirt, no matter how gay it looks; and I do not need a big crochet jumper in all the colours of the rainbow. I would never have an occasion on which to wear a electric-blue linen embroidered suit, much less a bizarre black leather party frock with huge leather roses sewn to the front; and while I could probably find occasions on which to wear a skinny-fit Warehouse top with Damien-Hirst-style dots on it, I still don't need any more bloody skinny-fit tops.

I have, however, been looking for a pair of PVC lace-up-the-sides trousers in my size and shape for a very long time. So I bought 'em. :)

Pasty-faced

I saw someone who looked like
someone I was thinking of
in the queue for the pasty shop,
& it reminded me of this
which bears repeating:

Vinegar

sometimes
i feel like a priest
in a fish & chip queue
quietly thinking
as the vinegar runs through
how nice it would be
to buy supper for two

      -- Roger McGough