Kode 9 and the Spaceape

As booth babes go, this affable charmer takes the orange sponge. Seems to have missed the memo that said 'all booth babes must be female, blonde and have perfected looking bored while smoking a cigarette.' At least he had the bored bit down pat, the Adidas/ Alpaca hat combo needs a little work though.

Plastic People in Shoreditch has a beast of a sound system, ideally suited to low-end basslines and skankin' beats. Kode 9 lays it down hard while the Spaceape spits out krewshall rhymes over the top and bodies liquify and explode all around. Fabulous to see Mwaff again after so long and Strcpskr and la Sonje. The single malt may have been taking things that little bit too far if my rampant shakes and uneasy stomach are anything to go by. Top-hole evening chaps, next stop Mamom's party, wayhey.

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Ode to the N90

It's corny I know, but I love the negative setting on my mobile phone camera. It's amazing to think I can reverse any old image and give it a sense of otherworldy oddness at the flick of a switch. Who builds such a thing into a phone, who, who? Those crazy Finns, beavering away in their little country, churning out mobile madness by the bucketload, that's who. I just know that despite it's larger megapixie rate and bigger memory and endless add-ons, the N93 just isn't going to please me as much as this phone. Then again, perhaps I can get Nokia to pay me a million pounds to film the shadow my child's inflatable ring floating across a swimming pool. Nice one Gazza, nice one. I'm filming a picture of my ring as we speak for your consideration, if you can find the time to climb out of yours and watch it that is.

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Soon goodbye so soon

Oh to be a bit steadier when taking low light condition reflective shots. Nevermind, it has a quality to it, despite its out of focus nature. It took a while to recover from this evening and the day and night that followed it, but I feel better now after hanging with the Manchester Massive and meeting a thousand jolly rellies. Even managed to fit in a visit to a plague village, which is as fun as it sounds.

Now, however, the time is rapidly approaching for me to wing my way to sunnier climes. How joyful this will be. Loved One has written extensive lists and I will attempt to follow them to the letter, rather than dithering about in my usual fashion. I'm reliably informed that it is 35 degrees C in Joburg - way and indeed, hey. I shall also attempt to blog via phone while I'm there, though this may prove beyond the capabilities of the South African service providers, we can only but see.

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Blog on blog off

This week I have failed dismally to blog on this site as I have been blogging frantically elsewhere. Here is that elsewhere, smartphoneshowAll the pics and text on this blog were uploaded via the Shozu mobile app, which I highly recommend. I am going to lie down now, as I am very badly broken.

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Ceiling with feeling

Look up in the middle of your Costa Cappucino, when seated at the Orange coffee shop on the bottom floor of their London operation in Paddington, and this is what you will see. It's a trippy place to do business. It's also a drippy place to do business. Condensation from the frantic Orange staff milling about swilling posh frappadoolies and furthering their Global empire, slowly gathers on the ceiling until it rains gently down on unsuspecting visitors. Our hosts found this terribly amusing, but I can't say being drenched in the condensed effluent of thousands of Orange drones really appeals to my sense of ha ha. I drank my coffee a lot quicker once I realised what that warm sensation was on the back of my head.

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Rocketmen

I hate to delete posts, but sadly my first venture into mobile blogging was a bitter disappointment, so I was forced to remove it. Not that anyone will miss a blurred picture of my tongue, curiously stained with squid ink after a rather abortive bowl of Black risotto with clams and calimari. Note to self, ravioli is a pasta, you like pasta, risotto is a rice, you hate rice, ordering rice is a bad move, especially when it is soaked in ink. Another note to self, panecota is a wobbly pud, panettone is a cake with raisins in it, ordering the first while expecting the second will only lead to disappointment.

The picture above shows what happens when you take a bicycle pump, attach it to the end of a 1.5lt plastic bottle, half fill it with water and pump like crazy. I suppose a comment about boys being boys is appropriate around now, but gosh darn it making rockets is FUN!

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Sequential siblings

Irrepressible tykes such as these need no introduction, they are the joyful progeny of the Southfields massive and have a right to a posting all of their own. Much thanks to K n' J for fab food and abundant liquor. Also most pleasant to see DD and Clara Bow in residence. I fear this will be the last gathering we get away with outside, I'm glad we toasted the departing Summer in such grand style.

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Art yawn

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Brain is full

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