This looks ok - better than last weeks snowy chaos. Yes, my computer speaks Finnish. The picture you want to be looking at to be in the know is the second one from the left. That's Thursday.
I've got a date with destiny, I would say if I would be inclined towards the cheesy. And I am. Destiny*, here I come.
Why Hurts is the best thing that's going to happen 2010, in no particular order.
The Brideshead Revisited look of the singer, the crisp white shirts, the dancing, the baseline, the grainy quality of the video, the nazi short hair cuts, the saxophone, the melody, the heavy eye make up, the whiff of 80s, the air of sadness and unattainability. It's absolutely perfect.
They've only done a couple of gigs, but in April they're headlining the NME Radar tour and I'm gonna see them at Thekla here in Bristol. What if they suck live? I'm going to be so disappointed. But I'm sure that won't happen. If you can make that song, that video, you're not going to show up and not know what you're doing are you?
When I was a child, I always got a pair of knitted woollen socks for Christmas. Several pairs, in fact. From both grandmothers. One of them, Mummi, always hid a chocolate bar in each sock, like this:
It's Patkis, Fazers littlest and sweetest and mintiest chocolate bar, the one originally made of the left overs from the other chocolate making machines:
We're going to Manchester tomorrow, for a long weekend - very cosmopolitan, very mundane, very skinny-latte-to-go-please isn't it? Ok, so the destination perhaps isn't up there with Paris and Barcelona, but I've never been up north and quite looking forward to hearing the accent that I on more than one occasion confused with Scottish. In my pursuit of becoming Truly British I cannot afford to make mistakes like that. Therefore, we (as in me and C) embark upon this er, let's call it field excursion. To hear things from the horse itself, so to speak.
Friday is all about Hot Chip, with Casiokids supporting. They are coming to Bristol very soon, yes I know, but it much more fun seeing them FIRST (or simply, before the rest of Bristol and my friends, in this case)! And then smugly and nonchalantly say "The Hot Chip tour?" Oh yes I saw them aaages ago. God, they must be getting a bit tired of it all by now." And then sip your skinny-latte-to-go and plan your next long weekend.
