A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
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Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Nngah! Must. Post. To. Website. More. Often.
Especially as it's mainly been good news lately.
First off, my botty is almost back to optimum performance after it's recent surgery. It's been a long, and frankly un-enjoyable journey back to health, but i'm finally free from the tyranny of ingrowing bottom hairs and i'm now finally able to focus on doing fun things in life again.
As i've not been able to take part in activities that involve too much ass wiggling lately, i've taken the opportunity to catch up on a bit of culture, and surprisingly there's been quite a bit of it about in Leicester lately. In the last few weeks i've been to no less than three gigs, and have got three more lined up in the very near future.
John Hegley played (and recited) at the Phoenix Arts a couple of weeks ago, and was very enjoyable too. If you've not heard of him, he's a poet from Luton, wears glasses and likes Dogs, and who writes excellent poetry about all three of those things. His poems ranged between the serious, the surreal, the sad and the hilarious - all the more so when he got the audience involved (At one point all the glasses wearers in the audience tapped their glasses simultaeneously in a "show of power", aimed at those present with good eyesight).
It was one of the first times i'd left the house after my convalescence, so i particularly enjoyed it, and instantly felt inspired to write some poetry of my own, and happily for you lot, i've decided not include it here. However, here is an excellent John Hegley poem from the book i bought (and got signed!) on the night.
Pancake Man
He's Shrove Tuesday's number one fan.
All those minds
simultaneously mixed up in the flour and batter
making the matter more powerful:
he believes that a
shared experience is greater than
the sum of its ingredients.
The world is his frying pan
and he's a bit of a tosser.
I really enjoy reading his poems, but having heard him reciting them in his abrupt, deadpan style, (and singing them too, whilst playing his Mandolin) you seem to get a better idea of how they "flow". This page on his website has got an mp3 of him reading out quite a cool little poem, based around a sub standard dog.
I would write more about the other two gigs, but it's late and one of them was so life shatteringly important, that i wouldn't be able to do it justice now.
I suppose i could tell you about the other one though. I went to see 'The Thrills' at the Charlotte. They rocked. They had a roadie that looked like a "Pikey" from 'Snatch'. It was hot. They played 'Big Sur' and 'One horse town'. The crowd were suitably pleased by this. The Charlotte is still a crap venue.
