Oh...forgot to give you this...

via the comments system (thanks purplesimon!) comes this: Clip Tip, which is a blog full of videos-excellent!

That Friday feeling........

Is upon me once more. Busy weekend, DJing over at the Academy for the Xfm bash, then nipping over to International Hi-Fi to do it all over again!
Today feels like the end of the cold snap; the snow turns to sleet, the sky fills with clouds and the hood on my parka finally drops from around my frozen ears. Hurrah!
And some truly wondrous stuff for you: beck covering Nick Drake.

I've just used that link *points down*

As "website of the day" on the show, which was great, haven't done that for a couple of years and it gave me a nice warm feeling to see people hadn't forgotten about mailing me for links....
I guess it may mean that i'll get a few more visitors to this blog as well, I better buck my ideas up and keep it updated, hadn't I?

Every now and again....

A link pops up which makes you get down on your knees and praise God for the intermong. This is one of those links: Best Music Videos of 2005. Enjoy.

Want to waste some time?

This is great: flags of the world given grades.
Absolutely beautiful morning, gazed out of the train window onto frozen fields dusted with snow, listening to Dusty Springfield and generally blissing out. One of the unfortunate christmas presents I recieved was a headcold, so i'm coughing and spluttering into the new year.

How was it for you then?

for me: family, festivities and frezing fog in the Wye valley, chestnuts in gravy, 1992 Chardonnay and fizz from Ditchling, cooking and sleeping, peace and quiet.
Talking of quiet, i'm back in the office for my shift...Christmas and the time between it and new year is always a bit of an odd one: never much to do, no-one else in the building....time to knuckle down, pick some tunes and forget about the world outside.

*sighs*

So here I am, playing some Keane and posting more banality for you. OK, so what else have I been doing? Listening to the Gravenhurst album, mainly. If you wander back through the archives, I'm sure I gave them a nod around the time of the last release "Black Holes in the Sand" which included a wonderful cover of the Husker Du classic "Diane"....Well the new album is GENIUS: there's been an augmentation to the sound, fleshed out by a full band they now sound like a cross between Explosions in The Sky and Spiritualised, there's so much extra energy and tension, so much more drama and brooding violence. Violence seems to form a cornerstone to their canon: on the truly sublime "Animals" Nick sings of drowning and being drowned in a wistful way that chills me to the bone. It's lined up and waiting for me on the train ride home later.

Blimey.....

this week before Xmas is always a bit menkle, sorry i've been a bit lax with the updates (over-used blog cliche #1, I know...) it's been frenetic, but fun. Last night was Duran Duran at Earl's court...they rocked. Plus, they played "Hold Back The Rain" which was awesome. However, I now need to sleep for about a fortnight. But, as ever, no rest for the wicked, time to hit that studio- more later.

Paris at night....

Is beautiful.
Finally recovered from Winter Wonderland, slept like a log last night, but beset by dreams of the sea, strangely enough...off to the studio now, got to get that x-list sorted.

Utter brilliance from the local crew at the venue: the "Give-a-fuck-ometer" which recorded their varying reactions to certain situations on the night.... 

Adam beside Editors guitars...all the usual suspects, Rickenbackers and Telecasters (black, natch) 

Not the world's best photo, i'll freely admit, but that's Lauren about to introduce the Flaming Monkeys... 

Here's a close-up of my DJ booth...look at the quality of those fairy lights! No expense spent! 

Oooooooh, get me.....

Todays post is brought to you by the letters "W" and "Ireless" :)
Yes, I am at last free to blog and surf the interflid whilst I roam the vast expanses of my......tiny little studio flat. Oh.
Well, at least I can get rid of all the wires that surround the laptop, so that's a start.
It's a wet thursday in town, the weather has turned somewhat autumnal, after all the frost and ice of recent days... feeling slightly fragile today, as last night was the Gcap Xmas party.... memo to self: just because vodka and cranberry tastes nice, doesn't mean it must therefore be drunk by the bucketload.

On my way out of here....

but have this before I go....some rubbish drawings.

It's *ahem* a bit NOF

But the Levy Video has been rocking my world.

Some groovy "point and click" visuals for you..

Here. It's Japanese, but just wait till it loads and click the screen........
Ok, so it's arty and highbrow...and perfect for webgeeks...I know all that.... if you just want some laughs, there's always this.

Sunday night in Brighton....

Just cooked Duck breast with a caramelised red onion and redcurrant jus, served with spiced saute potatoes and shredded winter greens with bacon and cream......Oh and honey roast carrots as well.
*burp*
Anyway, the weekend. Chelsea on Saturday afternoon, followed by a gig in Windsor. I nearly saw Howard Jones, but was actually there to see the support act, the wonderful Ms. Marling. She absolutely and totally rocked the place.
And today? Tax returns and cooking, a nap in the afternoon and a glass of Sauvignon to send me off to the land of nod. It's been a good 'un.

My Favourite piece of art in THE WORLD at the moment...

is THIS :)

Some web distraction for you

Enjoy.

Steve and Anna DJ-ing at The Stag, Kemptown, saturday night......Anna pictured mastering the fine old DJ art of reaching for your pint in a stylish manner...

Hard-Fi, from the balcony....great location for a gig isn't it? Looks like an illegal rave :) 

That's Hard-Fi on stage at the Truman Brewery, for the T-Mobile Street Gig I DJ-ed at Saturday night.... 

Anyone want to guess what this is? 

Just got back from seeing The Damned...

Was an interesting gig: Vanian was a disappointment for me: a little too theatrical and prone to extemporisation (never a good thing) And why no "Plan 9 Channel 7" ? *sulks*
Anyway, the gig was also notable for me finally running into Brighton Legend Buzz, who runs the Punkerbunker down here...and in a previous life was one of the founder members of The H-Boyz. For me, he'll always be that guy ripping up the park with a loose set of Variflex trucks and some rattly wheels, tearing up the bollox with the fastest smoothest lines ever.

I've felt better......

Managed to get food poisoning yesterday, spent most of the night being VERY ill indeed, shivers, aching muscles...the lot. Today, having only got about three hours sleep, was one of my most difficult shifts ever. Hopefully, no-one noticed all that much. Tonight, i'm going to pass out and see if I can sleep this off. Wish me luck.

It's a been a busy week....

And I thought it was going to be a quiet one, oh well.
Today is cold. REALLY cold. Yesterday marked the arrival of my favourite bobble hat, out of hibernation; today sees the coyote trim being re-affixed to the collar of the parka. At this rate, i'll be wearing snow shoes and commuting using crampons and a dog team come monday morning :(
Fridays are early starts for me now, so it's off to the studio now, then off to Brighton.

Nice night last night...

Off to The Hospital for drinks, then food at Itsu with someone who (I hope) i'll be working with at some point soon.
I'm also currently exploring alternative ways of transporting myself around this crazy town, when they come to fruition, i'll let you know. What a tease, huh?
OK, this is the stupidest thing i've seen all day. It's flavoured with Beef (bleeeeeeee!)

Now THAT is a sunset........ 

Records That Mean The Most To Me (An Occasional Series)

Sash "La Primavera" (Multiply, 1998)
OK, so it's an odd choice, I know. But that's what it's all about, isn't it? Sometimes you choose, other times, you're chosen. This is definitely one of the latter.
So, it's 1998. My best friend Nick is getting married and I'm best man. The ceremony is booked, the suits have been bought, everything is in place. Including , of course, the Stag Weekend. Me, Nick and half a dozen other lucky people are off for a weekend of drunken carousing in the spiritual home of drunken debauchery here in the UK : Blackpool.
We meet at Nick's place in Manchester and set off in convoy for our destination-and here's where it all starts to fall into place. Everywhere else in the UK,the road system is literally arterial: roads snake and entwine, looping around each other, complex and sprawling, random yet planned, they throb and pulse the traffic around the countryside in a cacophonous, but strangely ordered mess. It somehow seems different with Blackpool. You take a junction off this arterial motorway system, onto a separate carriageway that has one direction only: Blackpool. It ends only when the town and the slate-grey sea hoves into view. At that point, speeding towards the coast, it emphasised the singularity of our purpose: we were going somewhere to have fun. Somewhere where everyone else converging with us would be intent on the same thing. We were a little Corsa-shaped rocket on course with a grimy, Northern pleasure orbit: nothing could stop us.
We fetched up at exactly the sort of seaside B&B you'd expect: odd-shaped rooms with wildly varied decor, windows that chattered as the fierce gales from the bay spat salty spume on smoke-smeared glass. A bar with Double Diamond and a jar for your whiskey's water, a chipped soda fountain and a clock on the wall within a miniature replica of a ship's wheel.
We strolled down the promenade: ate fish'n'chips, sat in squalid bars and noisy pubs. We went to the Tower Ballroom, beneath Blackpool's Eiffel, clinging tightly to our pints as the sinister choreography of the towns ballet of casual sex and violence unfolded in front of our disbelieving eyes. We ended up sweaty and euphoric on a nightclub floor with Italian pianos ringing in our ears, walked home with our shirts sticking to our backs, shivering and smiling. I think we were quite probably holding kebabs at the time.
And the next day? Well, we walked down to the pier. Past the donkey rides, the shops selling rock in the shape of a cock, the arcades and the cafes. The weather was bright and cold, we were blinking from the sun and wiping salt spray from our faces. At the end of the pier there was a choice of entertainment, some sort of insane bungee thing which looked like it might catapult you into the middle of the ocean, or some rather more traditional (yet undeniably high-tech) fairground rides. We chose the fairground rides.
The best of them was a shiny chrome creation on the north side of the pier. A huge cross, on an incline, with a trio of gently swaying cars on its four stations, which would spin insanely when the entire machine got up to speed. Me and Nick grabbed a car, pulled the restraining bar down around us and waited as the ride throbbed around us. We shouted at those of our party who'd bottled out, craned our necks and encouraged the others who'd hopped aboard with us. The ride swayed gently in the wind, the only noise the sound of people clattering up the aluminium steps to grab a place before it was too late. And then.. It was too late. We were off.
And at that point, the tune started. It's an unassuming little tune on first listen, a slice of euro-trance cheese, a shiny little bauble, a fizzing little firecracker, before you know it, it's over. But here we were, strapped in, unable to escape its clutches. As the ride sluggishly flung us around, it began to burble around us. The main thrust of it is this simple arpeggiated riff, glued atop a pneumatic house beat, liberally dusted with bursts of hi-hat and rolling snare breakdowns. The ride goes faster. Then it goes faster still. Then comes the moment that anyone who's ever rode on a waltzer, been pressed to the wall of death, chained into a spinning cage or wrapped up in a whirling wheel will know only too well: when the guy with the microphone interrupts the song to bellow :"OK, 'old tight 'ere we go...." And your heart is in your mouth and your ribs are squashed on the side of the cage ....And the wind is in your hair and your eyes water as the only thing you can see is a blur of neon signs and flashing bulbs, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heart beating in your mouth and your friends' voices as you pass them by at supersonic speed and there's only one piece of music that's ever been made in the history of the entire world and it's the record you're listening to right now.......
..And it was Sash. At that point, at that speed, at that moment, with my best friend at my side, with friends egging us on, with seagulls wheeling overhead, with the sea boiling at the sides of the pier....With nothing else to do other than be completely and utterly happy. In the middle of it all, with the music in our ears and our minds so full of sensory input they could hardly process a thing....Nick just threw his head back and screamed " Oh.............YES!"
And that's it, I've spent all this time trying to tell you how it was, but there's not much point. Nick said it better than I ever could. There are moments when a tune should just be those two words : "Oh.......Yes"

Last night then....

First of all, The Upper Room... Hugely confident and assured, brimming with tunes ("kill, kill, kill" is particularly good). They remind me a little of The Big Dish, which will probably mean nothing to anyone, but hey ho. A little tweaking here and there, but they'll be big, I'm sure.
Lowgold. What's to say? What an incredible gig: hugely moving (as ever) powerful (there was a moment in "Mercury" where Dan plays that choppy solo that took my breath away completely) and as ever, charming and funny. Dan attempted to introduce a song by saying: "This next song is about the very real and profound link between religion and mental illness....and it's called....." and then pulled a spazz face. Totally bizarre, I couldn't stop laughing. Let's repeat that, shall we? I couldn't stop laughing...And this from a band who are the only band who've moved me to tears in the last ten years ( happened again last night, twice)
It's a little difficult to explain how much I love Lowgold without resorting to hyperbole, but let me just say this: whenever I see them, I'm always about *this* close to getting them to sign articles of clothing and turning into the fanboy from hell. That wave of enthusiasm never abates; it's a nice feeling to have. They're a band who remind me why I love music: that's why I love them.

Miles and Dan.... 

So here's Darren, last night at Metro.... 

On my way out of here....

It's off to the Metro tonight, to see The Upper Room (the album is AMAZING) who are supporting the mighty Lowgold. How's that for a double bill, then? I cannot wait...will fire up the camera and post some pictorial proof in the morning.
This has been making me laugh like a drain all day....enjoy :)

This is the interior of Bill's in Brighton, breakfast place par excellence as well as being a mecca for organic veg and deli-style foodie business... 

Breakfast Sunday morning....two fried eggs, sausages, bacon, toast, mushrooms, tomatoes, a latte AND a black coffee...and a copious amount of iced water too... 

God, i'm not sure exactly when this is on Saturday night, I was drunk at the time......but it's Lewes, in the middle of the INSANE parade they have every year: 100,000 people, firecrackers everywhere and the centre of town becomes a river of fire... 

DJ-ed for the Dead Men Walking on Saturday at the Shepherds Bush Empire..that's my gear behind the band. From left: Slim Jim Phantom,Captain Sensible, Mike Peters, Kirk Brandon. 

Stamford Bridge, Saturday.....view from my seat in the Matthew Harding stand.... 

Yesterday morning, 10am. There's something quite "French Lieutenant's Woman" about Brighton when the weather's like this.... 

What a gig!

The Boy Least Likely To, last night at the Water Rats in Kings Cross. I DJ-ed, there were bubbles and streamers, glitterballs and plenty of enthusiastic whooping and "radio ga-ga"-esque outbreaks of synchronised clapping. At one point I realised that the band perfectly encapsulate what Haircut 100 would sound like if they'd been asked to do the soundtrack to "Deliverance"....
The most wonderful thing to see though, is how much they've grown in confidence...There's a spring in their step-a realisation now that they're bloody good at doing what they do, that just oozes out of all of them when they're on stage. I was chuffed to bits.
DJ-ing was a blast as well, Jof came running over to enthuse about Strawberry Switchblade when I played "Since Yesterday" and there was a definite cheer when I played "King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1" by Neutral Milk Hotel-that doesn't happen everyday does it? Always nice to spin for a savvy crowd......

..and here they are, on stage...Pete fiddling with his hair, Jof looking suave..

Going down........... 

I can do the old-school thing with the longboards too...36" OG Benjyboard "Blue Tiler" with OG Tracker Midtracks and Alva flatbacks. 

Crikey, bit of a fish-eye thing going on here....but I like this photo...view from the back of my block. 

A day in Kent today....

Picked chestnuts off the verges of country lanes, watched the sunlight dapple the trunks of ancient Beech trees....ate chocolate and rosemary tart, listened to Saint-Saens, felt the winter closing in on me.
Listened to a bunch of weird stuff (as ever)
The Stupids, Philip Glass, JJ Johnson, Neu!, The Wonderful Ms. Marling...and more besides.
Gin and ELDERFLOWER??? Who'd have thought THAT would work, huh?
But it does.

A grin a MILE wide :)))))

Why?
Let me explain. Years ago, I was (and still am) a huge fan of Gloria Mundi, possibly the first goth band EVER, and also renowned as the band RCA signed instead of Siouxsie and The Banshees. Whilst the first Siouxsie album showed traces of what would become full-blown gothic grandeur in the future, it was still a punk album. The first Gloria Mundi album "I, Individual" was the total goth package, before ANYONE else....
I loved 'em to bits. I've got everything they ever did including *anorak alert* Japanese copies of some of the singles, but I never got round to ripping anything onto mp3. Yesterday, via a random bit of searching on Last.fm, I found someone who had the elusive mp3's, and, who was prepared to send me them. I've whacked them onto itunes this morning and have been listening non-stop. So, karasu, you ROCK.

If life is just one song, right now...

It's something off the Death Cab For Cutie album......prolly "I Will Follow You Into The Dark"
Lots of billowing clouds of loss and wistful thoughts swirling around my head today. If I concentrate hard enough, I can actually see them. Autumn is here and it's making my senses that bit more keen, just that little bit brighter and sharper.

Just time to whack some stuff into itunes...

And don't get me started on itunes, spent most of yesterday trying to repair it, apple's updates to enable music-sharing have resulted in some evil little tweaks which keep killing my computer :(
Anyway, today's batch of CD's:
New Order "Singles"
The Unicorns "Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?"
Some sort of promo CD with all of Richard Ashcroft's greatest hits on it (solo AND The Verve)
Beastie Boys ""Solid Gold Hits"
and *ahem*
Rachel Stevens "Come and Get It"
Now I know i've gone on record as saying that the Goldfrapp CD is the current ne plus ultra of sleazy electro glam-pop, but The Rachel CD is *whispers* just as good.......
And apart from the music, how's life?
Well, it's a little zonked, to be honest. Those of you who've read what i've been up to over the last ten days or so might have guessed that....
I feel a little fragile.
*sighs*
Oh well, not much I can do about it. Onwards and upwards.

Sorted my links out *points >>>> that way*

So you can all now check out my last.fm page and see what i've been playing :)

Blimey, what a week.

Tuesday was The Boy Least Likely To at the SBE: it was actually a rather proud moment, I've loved them since their first gigs and it was wonderful to see them onstage at such a big venue-more than that, it was great to see them so confident and assured. The future's theirs.
Wednesday, I DJ-ed at the Daily Mail Ski show, fun (though rather odd) and great to bump into Christian again, our paths have crossed many times in the past, and it's always nice to see him.
Thursday was another DJ gig, this time back in Brighton at the University of Sussex at Falmer..Top night, rounded it off with "Eye of The Tiger" (yes, I had been drinking)
Friday, back to the SBE to see Brendan Benson: great gig (fourth time I've seen him in the last few months) and a top crowd to boot. Brendan's (relative) lack of success has always rankled somewhat, but the last few gigs have shown that his fanbase is swelling and becoming more committed: he's approaching some sort of tipping point, when people will finally have to sit up and listen. About time too.
Saturday. Some day.
Started late (slightly hungover) and after a hearty breakfast headed off to Stamford Bridge to see Chelsea stuff Bolton 5-1. The second half contained ten of the most exciting football minutes it's ever been my privilege to witness: certainly the best at the bridge since we came back from 2-0 down to beat Liverpool 4-2 in the FA cup. Left the Bridge on a real high.
Then it was off to Brixton for Xfm's Big Night Out!
Mad night...So many people (4,500!!) and hardly any opportunity to meet any of the friends who I knew were in the audience *sighs*. I left Brixton in the middle of the night and caught a cab to ULU to do it all over again, DJing till the early hours.
And here we are then: at the end of all the madness, back in Brighton with a glass of wine and and belly full of spaghetti with meatballs. I've spent the day wrapped up in a CD of demos that a friend gave me on Saturday night: their lyricism and beauty has kept my soul from slipping into ennui and lethargy.

Oh, this is just GREAT :)

Pez MP3 player.

This Man is a HERO

Check out his hat.

"He doesn't like strangers..."

So, a birthday bash on Saturday night, attended by a select coterie of friends. There's the crucial word: select. Someone wanted to came along ,bringing a handful of their friends, who'd just arrived from Europe. They were told, "Better not, he doesn't like strangers".
It sounds so cold, so clinical, so final.
But it's the truth.
I've been to too many parties (mostly with the band) where most of the people in attendance couldn't give a toss about you: they're there to be seen, to drink the free bar, to spot celebs, whatever. After years of that, I'm tired. Now, I'd prefer to hang out with my mates, with people I know and love, drink some beer, have some fine food, talk some rubbish.....
Don't get me wrong: contact with strangers is an important thing; every once in a while, you'll meet someone and they'll cross the line from stranger to companion, maybe end up as a great friend. But the time to do all of that isn't at a party..

It's all go down here in Brighton....

I'm in the middle of a birthday party, and it's all good.
x

Well, that's the first of this weeks big nights out of the way...

DJ-ed last night for the relaunch of my mate Zak's website caught in the crossfire : was ACES. Relevant information? Was on a boat-kept rolling around on the waves, which heightened the effect of the lager. Pigbag can still rock a dancefloor. CDJ 1000's are not infallible. The orange light on a taxi is one of life's greatest sights.

Hurrah!

There's a new GROW game! The original kept me busy for ages (another one which is in the archives, somewhere) Can't wait to get stuck into this one..
*not right now, obv..i'm doing the x-list*

More FREE stuff :)

Hot on the heels of the KLF album (check the archives) here is some nice proggy 70's synth goodness for you, enjoy.
It's an overcast day in London, the weather seems to be infecting my brain: i Feel lethargic, listless..downright bored. DJing tonight on the Thames: a spot of wheels of steel-related jiggerypokery should hopefully sort me out.

my Birthday present to myself arrived this morning...

And it ROCKS.
(Great site, BTW-that's my second watch from Graham, he's the don as far as chunky 70's stainless steel goodness goes..)
Feeling rather maudlin today, perhaps a throwback to last night's 6th (eeep!) in the pop quiz (we'll be at full strength next time, so watch out ppl, fannyrat, 109's bloody c*ck.. et al)
I'm having a day where i'm watching the planes fly overhead and wishing I was up there.

Woot! another year older....

And deeper in debt, if the next house purchase goes through (builders plans permitting)
Anyhoo, what's been going on? Well, i've updated my membership at Last.Fm and that means the personalised streaming radio service is really starting to come into its own. i can't recommend it highly enough: if you haven't signed up, do it now!
Music i've been digging includes the very wonderful Unicorns and more Alasdair Roberts for my daily dose of melancholia.
Pop Quiz tonight in Clerkenwell...c'mon team Brave Kylie :))

.....and the award for photoshopped image of the day goes to...... 

HELL is made slightly easier to bear...

...by watching THIS :)

I am in HELL.

And it's all thanks to Apple. The latest updates for itunes (5.0.01) have crashed my computer. Itunes has frozen, leaving the ipod unable to synchronize. I've finally sorted out all the mess, but it's meant rewinding back to an older version of itunes and losing all the additional song data. All of my playlists, ratings etc. have gone. Apple sucks :(

It's a Sunday...And it feels like it.

The rain is coming down and the sky is slate grey. Back in Brighton for the weekend: I get the feeling that tonight might have to see me cooking some sort of comforting roast dinner *makes shopping list*
Chelsea Villa yesterday (we won 2-1) then a train back home reading every paper I could lay my hands on. Today I was going to investigate how to overwrite an old hard drive so I can finally get rid of an old desktop PC that's been thrown in a cupboard for years:turns out to wipe and overwrite could take several passes: each pass taking up to 12 hours.
Sheesh.
*goes to shed, looks for BIG HAMMER*

Back in Brighton for the night....

And am replete after a serious carbonara. I have a bottle of Sol and my cat curled up on my lap. How's today been? Odd, really. Felt great for the first half of it, then a wave of anger washed over me..Took until about 3pm for it to vanish. Finally got a promo copy of the Arctic Monkeys single...I know it's going to sound like sour grapes; but some of the magic of the demos is missing: the febrile energy and the insouciant swagger has been replaced by a businesslike grind. There's still time of course: this is the first of many..And their confidence will increase once the light of recognition shines upon them with full beams. However, it was the outsider stance of those early demos that appealed so much; will it still be there once they have a big deal in place? Once they have money to pay bills, sort their lives out? So many of the songs seem to concern themselves with what it's like to get the flick from the bouncers in a nightclub queue; this, patently, is going to change....And change for ever. What's next?

Autumn postponed...

The sun is back today which is great... I have felt somewhat suffused with a bubbling sense of optimism this week; i'm not sure why, but equally, i'm not complaining.
Photo-session for Xfm this morning, followed by Eggs Benedict at The Hospital and some light Fopp-Shopping. Just listening to the new Laura Veirs single, then it's off to the studio.

So....that post i picked up:

*points down*
"You make me think of all the good things, you make me want to smile and try and sing like Frankie Lymon"
It's track six on this compilation. Also there's the mighty "Therese" by The Bodines and one of Primal Scream's finest (and least heard) moments: "Velocity Girl". I am a C86 fanzine editor all over again; i'm in heaven.

Back to work....

After a busy weekend...Friday night out partying with the estate agents in Brighton, then DJ-ing at Rob and Sarah's wedding on Saturday (aside: the best wedding food i've EVER eaten). Most of Sunday was spent lying on the sofa recuperating, then plotting a HUGE cauliflower cheese to repair body and mind (it worked)
Today, i've bought myself half a gig of SD memory for my PDA, picked up some post (more about that later) and sat on the train listening to Lowgold (gig next monday- Rah!) Thry're the perfect band for September, as the leaves turn and fall and the skies get clearer, colder and brighter. Winter? It's all in the mind.

Useful review of my new phone....

If you're thinking of finally dipping your toes into PDA waters :)

And here's some more shots of the latest board..would you look at the concave! it's like the old Magnusson "Hell Concave" or *gulp* the old Salba Bevel :) 

...what a beatuiful board...can't wait to ride it! 

Here's Lillie (after the road in Fulham) Tai...look at that face!