Here’s the official Blang update:
Sergeant Buzfuz play at the legendary Hope and Anchor on Wednesday night.
Where? Hope and Anchor, 207 Upper Street, N1 (Highbury and Islington tube)
When? Wednesday November 26th at 10 pm
Also on bill: The Machine Gunners – Ponyboy – Ayo Bamidele
How much? £5 (£4.50 concessions)
www.sergeantbuzfuz.com
www.myspace.com/sergeantbuzfuz
Maybe see ya there!
I know some people who may read this and think scraping the barrell but I was just so amazed by my cookery skills on Saturday morning I simply had to share this. If you were to look closely, you would see that the yolk of that egg is unbroken, and there is absolutely no shell in the pan. I think that’s pretty fucking impressive. Gordon Ramsey would be proud of me. Maybe he’ll invite me on his show and shower me with expletive ridden praise and go on about I have a real “love for food”, in between that weird kind of jumping up and down thing he does and slagging off Jamie Oliver.
OK, I did burn it a little bit after I took the photo.
One of the things that I find increasingly annoying is when people brag about how much they drink like it’s impressive. You know the kind of thing: “I tell you what, I certainly put a lot away last night!”, or: “well you know me, 1 or 2 pints normally turns into about 8 or 9! You know what I’m like!”. Yes, big wow. It’s for this reason that I am embarassed at having to admit that yet again, I was pretty much well on the way to being ruined by the time we went on at nearly 23:00 at the Marlborough in Camberwell.
This was for 2 reasons: the first being that we’d been there from about 20:00. We were actually supposed to be there at 19:00 but we got stuck in traffic. (God, imagine what would have happened if I’d been there drinking since 7! You know what I’m like! Wahey!! etc.)
The second reason was that the venue were very kindly giving us Free Beer. We didn’t expect this, in fact we rarely do. Only a handful of venues I’ve played in have really gone to town on the Free Beer as far as I can remember. The Watershed in Wimbledon always kindly gives you a few bottles, The Northern Monkey in Leeds were the same, The Swan in Ipswich were actually very generous with drinks and food actually…
Anyway, being on a bit of a money saving mission at the moment, and the fact that I’m incredibly classy, I’d bought some cans from a garage on the way up which I intended to neck in the car and in the street just to get ‘in the mood’, so I was pleasantly suprised.
I don’t know about you, but I always feel a little uneasy accepting free stuff off people who are very nice, but then the more you drink the less uneasy and embarrassed you become, and the quicker and quicker you knock them back. They were also kind enough to give us free pizza, so for this generosity we thank them again, and happily plug them.
Incidentelly, I don’t think the headline band knew there were Free Beers, as they inexplicably left before soundcheck.
One of the other bands on the night were The Perry Lane Sect which were interesting in that they are influenced by Can. Can are one of those bands that it’s kind of cool to reference so I was over the moon when I actually managed to successfully start a conversation about Can with the singer. I’ve never felt cooler. I think I remember Thom Yorke used to cite Can as his favourite band back in the mid-90’s, around The Bends, and talk about how they ripped off the opening track on Tago Mago for Planet Telex.
On to more important matters though, it seems that our very own Matt Jarman has become quite a chameleon, appearing to change his appearance even more often than Sam gets mistaken for Russell Brand. Here he is sporting a hairstyle I believe was fashioned with the help of duct tape:
Now I’m not the kind of guy who really cares that much about what kind of phone he’s got, as long as it doesn’t randomly turn itself off several times a week, send multiple blank texts to the first person in my address book when I speak on it because the touch sensitive buttons are where your ear is likely to touch them, randomly default to speaker phone when I answer it (particularly in quiet areas), or take photos that turn out completely black even when the flash is on. Therefore, the fact that my Sony Ericsson 850i does all of these things, as well as completely freezing up when it’s looking for signal so you can’t even use the camera to take a black photo, makes me want to use it as toilet paper, but then it would probably dial my boss while doing so.
Don’t get one. The only reason I’ve still got mine is that by the time I’d got used to it, I was too lazy to take advantage of my trial period and change it for something else. Lesson learned.
