denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default) - Kermit the Frog covers Johnny Cash's version of Hurt by Nine Inch Nails.

A good weekend was had, starting with Chaos Engine in Cheltenham on Friday with [ profile] elevenwords and a cast of thousands. There were a number of good bands, [ profile] ninjagirl with a theremin (I want a photo of her playing with it captioned I HAS A THEREMIN - she looked very happy), Chaos Engine's probably-last-ever gig (which was great, although I think the last time I saw them was slightly better), and some terrible chav disco upstairs at the Two Pigs which we left fairly quickly.

Then there was Circus on the Circus near my place on Sunday with my brother and different cast of thousands, where there was juggling, hoola-hooping, fire-poi, fire-staff, and stuff. My brother appears to have (mostly) grown up into a raver (of the fields/barns and police raids variety rather than the shiny indoor arena variety) which meets with my hearty approval - it was good to spend a bit of time with him, and I reckon I'll go up to see him in the summer and go raving with him :)

In-between those two days of fun and enjoyment, I ended up in Slimelight on Saturday night with my brother and my upstairs neighbour (who is a Slimelight regular). Which was um... about as good as it ever is. I still can't figure out why people go there. My neighbour pointed out that if you go with a fun crowd and get suitably high then you can have a really good time there, but if you're with a fun crowd and you're suitably high you could have fun in a dark cupboard. In fact, probably more fun than you'd have at Slimelight. On the bright side, they appear to have massively upgraded their lighting, by which I mean that they've bought one decent light. Sadly it was installed in the downstairs room which was playing tedious shite (Industrial/Noise). Even more tedious than the tedious shite in the middle room (EBM), which at least played a couple of almost danceable tracks (my brother immediately spotted that cybergoths really should be at raves, where they'd be having far more fun than in the dingy shithole of a club that we were sitting in). The bands upstairs were really shite, just for variety (I have no idea what they were meant to be).

So, Monday then. Ugh.
denny: (Glow-poi silhouette)
But I won't have to run far, because they'll be at the end of my road.

This is both a reminder, and an announcement, and another reminder, plus not one, not two, but three, count them THREE invitations, to come and play with circus toys in the next few weeks.

Firstly, a reminder: Spitz is every Tuesday night, 7-10pm, and it's cool. If you do any circus skills stuff you should come along. I promise I will be there every week for the next 3 at a minimum, and probably most weeks until the end of Summer now. Come and play! :)

Secondly, another reminder (hey, nobody said I had to do them in order). On Sunday 1st April there is a circus skills event happening on the Arnold Circus bandstand at the end of my road, called Circus on the Circus. The roads will be closed off, and the very good circus training school Circus Space will be teaming up with the local bandstand community group to put on what sounds like a fairly big event with people performing and teaching all kinds of stuff. The event runs from 2pm to 9pm, and I'm tempted to hang around afterwards and see how much trouble I get in for spinning fire once it gets dark. Come and play!! :)

Thirdly, there is a 'Have a Go' day, a kind of warm-up event for the Circus on the Circus thing, on Saturday 24th March, which will just be on the bandstand but without the roads closed off etc. There will be some people from Circus Space and a load of kids from the local school, doing juggling, globe-walking, diablo etc, and it would be nice to go along and just mess around for a bit if the weather is good. Come and play!!! :)

Google map for Arnold Circus bandstand - Old Street is the closest tube, ~10 minutes walk to the west. Liverpool Street station is ~15 minutes walk south of the bandstand.

Oh yes, almost forgot, my kid brother is definitely coming down to the April 1st event, which is cool. He'll be heading into town on the Saturday and leaving on the Monday. It's nice to be able to do the 'big brother in the big city' thing and invite him to come stay for a fun event that he'll enjoy, the kind of thing that just wouldn't happen in his sleepy Norfolk village.
denny: (Gentleman)
My dad just rang to let me know that my nan, his mum, died last night. In her sleep, of a known heart condition, but not something that anybody saw coming - she was still very perky and cheerful and there was nothing frail about her. So a bit of a shock.

She was my last surviving grandparent, and my favourite one, so this would be my sad face. I'm glad that I did at least speak to her a few days ago. I'm pretty crap at keeping in touch with family, and usually only managed to talk to her every month or so when she rang up to see how I was doing - but I just randomly decided to ring her on the way home from work earlier this week and she sounded really pleased to hear from me.

I'm off to a party tonight and will have lots of friends around me. This is a Good Thing™.
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Snake)
An update on what happened to my kid brother... he was at a mate's house, in the garden with several other teenagers (he's 16, most of the others were a bit older than him). The neighbours came around to ask them to be quieter. Apparently the neighbours considered that the best way to do this was for the father (in his 50s) and son (in his 20s) to come around armed with a baseball bat and a bottle respectively, kick the (6 foot) back gate off its hinges, smash up all the garden furniture with the baseball bat, start shoving people around, and wrap up by hitting two of the people they'd pushed over in the back of the head a few times each with the bottle.

My brother has two splits in his scalp near the base of his skull, they've been glued rather than stitched as they were fairly short. His friend had similar levels of damage. They're both okay, they've gone to stay in another village with another friend until they find out what's happening with the assailants, given that the attackers live next door to the second guy who was bottled.

Apparently the police are 'familiar' with the family in question, so they're keen to press charges. Unfortunately they seem to have decided to go for charges of 'Affray' (a public order offence rather than an assault charge) - which is considerably less serious than ABH or GBH, which is what I'd have expected them to try for. GBH with intent is theoretically anything up to a life sentence, ABH is up to five years. Affray is only up to six months (unless it goes to Crown Court), or more likely a fine - seems a bit weak under the circumstances.

I told my brother it should be me with the exciting random violence stories, living in the Big City as I do. He lives in a tiny coastal village in Norfolk, not the kind of place you expect this sort of thing to go on.
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default)
From [ profile] katyha; apparently when I hug my friends (and even worse, my dad), it's a faux-american nervous tic.

There was plenty of hugging at Planet Angel on Friday*. Much fun was had by all, and the resident hippies are every bit as friendly as I was promised. They even let me do glow-poi on their 'no poi on the dancefloor' dancefloor, because it was "well pretty, man" and I had a crowd watching me at the time. [ profile] bluecassandra and her 'little' sister were looking particularly fabulous.

[ profile] libellum and myself left a few minutes before the end, had an extremely short drive back to mine (London with no traffic is remarkably pleasant to drive through), and got ourselves eight hours sleep in preparation for...

Torture Garden on Saturday night. Lots more fun than PA, so it must have been pretty damn good. I juggled shiny things a lot, replaced my glow-poi audience of the night before with a 'beating my girlfriend with various implements' crowd, on pretty much exactly the same spot (TG has the dungeon where PA has the main dancefloor), grinned while said girlfriend ran around the club waylaying any girls who made eye contact with her and snogging them (she did such a good job on one little oriental girl that said girl went off and came back with a friend!!), and got told by one very animated guy that we 'defined' TG for him. We may have been doing something rude on the dancefloor a few minutes before that**. :-D

Sunday we drove home, got another eight hours of solid sleep, then reluctantly eased back into consciousness. At this point I had the brilliant idea of going to the flower market around the corner from my place and buying [ profile] libellum a few flowers. I bought the place out of roses, then bulked them up a bit with carnations - final count was 160 roses and 80 carnations I believe. It was quite funny watching her try to find enough containers to put them all in when we got back to her place. Especially when one container turned out to have a resident spider of impressive size - I reckon he was good for a handspan when he waved his legs around (which he was doing quite a lot, as [ profile] libellum had put water in the pot before spotting him).

In between getting back to mine with the flowers and getting them to their new home, we also had a visit from [ profile] romauld and [ profile] elise, and the four of us wandered down Brick Lane and I ate some of the most unlikely things. Anyone familiar with my fussiness over food would be either proud of me, or deeply shocked :) I might pop down there again in future... I doubt it was very healthy, but at least it was different.

At [ profile] libellum's place there were also residents [ profile] strongtrousers and [ profile] glamwhorebunni, and we all spent a few hours nattering before eventually I gave [ profile] elise a lift to Kings Cross (although possibly the wrong bit, I realised this morning), and then crawled home into bed. And then read until gone midnight, which was foolish. (Getting up this morning)--

Waking up this morning was particularly unpleasant as my habitual check of my mobile for text messages revealed that my kid brother had been bottled at 2am last night and was currently in hospital being treated for serious head wounds. Apparently he's going to be okay - my mum rang me as I was walking to work to give me the details - but still, not the best news to start a Monday with.

So that was the weekend that was. I feel remarkably intact considering I just did two all-night clubs... maybe I'm not quite as old as I've been feeling lately :) Now to try to write some code, ugh.

* also some kissing of men (with facial hair), so I'm just losing manliness and Britishness points all over the place here.
** in related news, [ profile] libellum has apparently learnt to breathe through her ears.

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