Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Take stock

The old Stock Exchange in Barcelona has been converted into a conference and party venue, and makes for a particularly Gothic setting. This brooding atmosphere was sadly blown out the water by the hearty/ghastly latino sounds of Buena Vista Social Club, the crazed gobos strafing the ceiling with the Blackberry logo and giant vid screens in every corner, banging on about the joys of email on your phone. Email on your PC is bad enough, having it follow you everywhere you go is a thort too hideous to contemplate. Still, cool building, may the Gods of Architecture forgive the mobile telecomms industry its hubris.

B

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Corndles

Ah yes, corny I know but at least the colours are nice. The Sugar club down by the port was the venue for the symba party and the scene of general depredation by 3GSM party scavengers. Yours truly had to bounce a few people from the door and it's not something I'd like to do on a regular basis. 3GSM brings out a sordid desperation in people, all frantically trying to blag their way into parties they failed to score tickets for. These parties are usually shite, and full of the same dull suits you've been trying to avoid during the day. Norman Jay was playing at ours and despite developing gastro on the plane over from a gig in Moscow, still managed to crawl onto the decks and lay it down for an appreciative few.

B

Monday, February 19, 2007

Burnox

Events queen gets too close to the camera and coruscates top layer of flesh. I like overexposed images like this, they warp the face to such an extent they leave the barest suggestion of the original visage but create an all new face in the process. Some would say this is a good thing (yes Spencer, you would say this) but no doubt EQ will squeal in horror when she sees this. Fear not EQ, there are many others to choose from.

B

Barcaned

Barcelona took its toll on mind, body and spirit, but I managed to get out of the country with the tattered shreds of my consciousness marginally intact, tho dribbling out my ears. A quiet weekend would have sorted me out but noooooo, we had to kick it till the room was full of homeward bound bovines. Sad to witness the passing of a fine piece of equipment, I do hope you'll be able you resurrect yon amp dear Sonje. If not, let it be said that it did us proud on many an occasion and its passing will be dutifully mourned (until the arrival of its replacement) To those who bothered to follow my Barca escapades via this link no doubt you thrilled to my adventures in the technological futopia which was 3GSM. According to my stats however, only two people followed the link I posted below so cheers friends cheers. I will begin the arduous task of wading through a gig's worth of photies and adorn this space accordingly.

B

Monday, February 05, 2007

This blog is coming like a ghost blog









Incontrovertible evidence that mojitos make your husband's eyes bulge (or something) Much joy to you Pamos, on achieving another year without actually aging in any discernible way (apart from that weird additional appendage sprouting from your shoulder.)

Hopefully Benjamo, that thyroid problem has eased up now too. Despite some idiot dragging us off to the wrong venue, we eventually managed to arrive at the right place in time for mojito madness. Good to see the Eurocrew in full effect, as well as the return of the wild New Zealand Girl and the Brixton Hill babes. Apologies for the singular lack of posting in the last few weeks, I must have been watching youtube and lost track of time. Congratulations to HelWill for furthering the species and to MeLinds for making honest people out of each other. Off to Barca on Friday where I will be blogging madly from my phone to this place. At least it'll be more prolific than this site.

B

PS These pictures are a lot funnier side by side, damn you Blogger and your crappy new layout!