Here’s hoping you had a lovely four days off. I had two. Friday and Saturday were blissful – nothing on, I didn’t do anything remotely like work. Mind you I don’t do what I’d call work any other time. I have to turn to up to places and have a laugh really.
Saturday I went to United with a mate, he’s not been for twenty years or so and professed to not even like football. He said he’d come along for the ‘experience’. I’d ended up with a couple of spare tickets in great seats just above the Directors Box – not freebies I hasten to add. I can’t tell you why I ended up with and what the personal cost was. I understand how flaky and pointless that statement is, however I do feel the need to justify I’m not a free loader, especially when football fans can be quickly judgmental (see previous blog). Anyway turns out he loved the ‘experience’. I loved having a few pints, sitting in different seats than mine and having a different view. He felt the need to video parts of the day and post it on twitter. I’ve never understood that. It used to be people would go to things, and then tell you about them afterwards. Then people started ringing you when they were at a gig, going listen to this, listen to this, followed by some garbled song by a band that if you actually liked you’d probably be there yourself not at home watching Morse sitting in your pants. These days you cant go to a concert with out some idiot videoing the whole thing on their phone for ‘posterity’. How many times do you have to do this before realising that no-one, even you, wants to watch a grainy thirty second clip of the Foo Fighters months after the event.
Saturday night saw me seeing the amazing Liam Frost in the weirdest venue ever – The Crystal Ballroom above Glossop Conservative Club. He was great. Get into him. You’ll like his stuff. We used one of his songs for the pilot of Everyone Quite Likes Justin, and hopefully we will do again for the series. I didn’t video the gig for you but here he is in action doing Good Things Are Coming Our Way – hope you like it.
I was at the Comedy Store in Manchester last night, Easter Sunday. It wasn’t a huge crowd, but it turned out to be one of those great gigs where the crowd are up for it and allow to have a play around.
Just thought I’d share this with you, spotted on my walk with the dog tonight.
At what point walking through the woods, do you see a tree and think ‘I know what that needs – a massive purple spurting cock and balls”. Mind you what kind of idiot takes a photo and sticks it on his website. I suppose at least it isn’t Dave Grohl.
Take care
Justin