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There has been talk of frequenting a public house this coming Friday prior to clubbing, however, in order for me to turn up I need to be assured that at least one of you lot will be there until 11 (or will be coming clubbing with me) otherwise I get to kick around London until Sedition starts and I’m not so keen on that. Would rather go home at normal time, possibly even pop into the local, drool over CBT, then head back into London having showered, shaved, made oneself look stunning and generally not kicking about by myself bored. If we can’t get these assurances (possibly with written contracts, signed in blood) then I’ll not be coming out to play until Sedition at 11ish. Promises to come followed by cancellations will be met with a swift, brutal and disproportionately violent death.

With that in mind, who wants to come to the pub on Friday?

Its nearly time for Sedition again (woo ) I shall be there, if any of you reprobates want to come I can organise to meet you at a pub before hand or in the club. It’s a good night, you should come

So, after 6 months of hassling her to do so Cat has finally come up to stay in Colchester (Woo, and quite possibly Yay!). She arrived about 5ish after having a 3 hour drive due to traffic (or, much more likely, arrived at 3 after a 1 hour drive and then spent 2 hours trying to find the place ) whereupon we talked, I cooked my pasta’n’sauce’n'bacon’n’stuff creation (apparently very nice) before I dragged Cat the 1 mile (despite protestations from her that is was further) to go to the pub, meet my friends and see the near mythical cute bar tender  (CBT as she will hence forth be known) Personally I would have said the pub section of the night was pretty normal (we may find that Cat states otherwise ) although there were some notable changes.

First and foremost was the arrival of Fanta (orange and lemon) behind the bar. Bottles for the time being, but on tap soon hopefully. I was very excited about this as it meant I didn’t have to drink more lemonade (I’m known as Lemonade boy *sob*) and Fanta is both less gassy and gives me a choice of flavours. Turns out they didn’t buy enough of the stuff though as I drank every bottle they had behind the bar. I think there are a few more bottles in the store room for tomorrow but I’m going to have to have a word with hte landlord and sort out a proper supply, plus warn him about nights where I’m not there (for example next Friday) so he doesn’t over stock.

Second was the fact that Colchester now has an alternative club (I won’t go so far as to call it a rock night, although the music was most certainly bearable) so poor old Cat got dragged out to one of the crappest clubs I’ve ever been too (yes, even worse than the Met Lounge in Peterborough) to watch a bunch of kids doing that school disco type dance thing where no one really wants to move that much and everyone bunches up into groups. Since we (as a collective group) know one of the DJ’s I think a word in their shell like will be had an perhaps a little half hour niche carved out for us so we can show the kids how it’s really done.

So Cat is now alseep in the spare room. I’m about to fall asleep in my room and then tomorrow (depending on when it starts) we may do the zoo, then grab some food, pub, drool over CBT, possibly get Cat drunk again and maybe have another philosophical debate about the rightness, or otherwise, of the humble kebab like we did tonight (apparently she is some kind of heathen who doesn’t ‘do’ kebabs). I may also try to explain the who rhyme and reason behind computer games (Guitar Hero really didn’t do it for her) and possibly even show her my wheel and pedals for racing games. What a thrillingly exciting life I lead.

Right. Bed time as I’m falling asleep here.

Toodles

P.S. Photos to follow sometime this weekend

Early night tonight (for a Friday) as I’ve got a day long Tai Chi thing in the morning. Little miffed as it turns out the club I wanted to check out tonight hadn’t actually been canceled, but I figured Tai Chi was better for me than going clubbing all night, plus I’m absolutely shattered, I can always club next month and this is not a regular thing for the Tai Chi so if it’s good and I miss out I’ll be really miffed .

Anyway, the good news is my Camera which got borked a while ago isn’t going to cost as much to fix as I thought it was. It was the shutter that went, but it’s only 60 something quid (plus 180 quid labour and VAT, but I knew about that bit) not the $700 (which lets face it, is going to be £700 the way electronics work) which my mate was telling me a new mirror box can cost. Hopefully have it back in a week so I can start taking photos again

Right, theme for Sedition next month is “Fantasies and Fables”. As per previous months I’m getting a tshirt printed specially. So we’re going for:

“There is no happily ever after” [front]
“See?” [back]

However, I am opening up the floor to suggestions. Let’s hear your ideas and, if I like it, your text could be going to sedition on a shiny new tshirt

Where the bloody hell was everyone?Once again an absolutely storming night at Sedition (Mass, Brixton. No links as I’m a bus home and doing this on my iPhone. Google for it), but we were about 100 people short in the room I was in, and I’m guessing the metal room was the same. All you people landing here after googling for EBM, Darkwave, Industrial, Cyber, etc . get your shit together and organise to be there next month. It’s open till 5 so you don’t even need accomadation, you can just get first tubes/trains home (if I can make it from and too Colchester then you can make it too, and I’m an old git).

Anyhoos, lots of very attractive (and also not very single or very desperate) girls which was nice. I even summoned up the courage to speak to one. She was German and, good though her English was, a conversation in a nightclub was never going to happen.

This months bands were all rather good (way better than Sheep On Drugs, although lacking in comedic value) and we had semi naked dancers with snakes and a person on a trapeese being rather athletic for the crowd.

Music wise there was a good mix with a couple of my favorite tunes played. Top tip for the DJ’s. More Grendel! Specifically Harsh Generation and Hate This. Thanks

I’m now in need of a shower and need to locate a train. Remember, come to Sedition, listen to Grendel

Something tells me I got here just a tiny bit early. Do hope some more people turn up but it ’s still early. There are some very tasty girls here and I think one of them is a DJ Watch as I now spend the next 6 hours failing to talk to them

Aha, lights have gone off. Let the fun commence.

Tomorrow I shall be going here wearing this

waving these about

while eating these

Feel free to come along and say hi I’ll be giving it large on the dancefloor (unless you’re my physiotherapist in which case I’ll be sitting sedately on a chair all night and placing absolutely no undue stress on my knees at all… honest)

Oh - the tshirt says ‘I’ve done… questionable things’, theme for tomorrow night is Blade Runner, this is a quote from the film, that’s as close to fancy dress as I get

We are going out to Sedition tomorrow night. This is a fact and not up for discussion. I understand you may be tired and you will be treated to a reasonable nights sleep tonight and all the sleep you can handle tomorrow night. Aches and pains thrown up in protestation will be ignored, headaches will simply be carpet bombed with asprin and nurofen. You will enjoy yourself, the sooner you realise this the better. Die next week, we’re on holiday.

Lots of love,

Brain

So what do get if you cross a low grade UTI with too much sugar, not enough sleep, too much protein, strenuous excercise, and 3 cans of redbull (not nescessarily in that order)? You get a proper kidney infection, that’s what. We know this, afterall you’re taking something that the body has got quite good at fighting and removing any form of defence and giving it a nice place to live and plenty of food. Of course it’s going to have a party and invite its mates.

This opens a quandry for me. Firstly this infection is my own fault (well, its escalation is) so, just like a hangover, no sympathy is expected or sought. Secondly I’m going to Sedition even if I have to get an ambulance there. I’ve always been taught that if you’re well enough to go out you’re well enough to go to school.

So, I can struggle into work tomorrow, work at below par for the week, go out on Friday and make myself really ill or I could take tomorrow off, get some sleep and be back at near 100% by Friday with little chance of breaking myself if I’m sensible with my liquid intake. (there is no option where I don’t go out, this isn’t that type of blog).

If this were anyone else I’d tell them to take the rest of the week off and take it easy. Being me I need to apply slightly different rules, namely: Can I walk and am I not contageous? If yes then to into work. If no then am I in hospital? If no work from home. If yes enquire about getting out to get to work. Actually that’s not quite true, I’ll also work from home if my temperature exceeds 102F. So I’m a nutcase (this is borne out by the number of times I’ve left work in an ambulance, turns out bright red urine, temperature of 104F and shooting pains is not something you can walk off) but the amount of time I’ve had off due to the kidneys is getting to be emarassing so you can kind of understand.

I’ve decided to relent a little and let the body decide this time. I shall go to bed early with no alarm set. If I wake up in time to get into work for before 10 I’ll go in. If I don’t then I’ll stay at home, rest, doss about and feel guilty for it.

Footnote: Yes Mother, I know I should take better care of my kineys but I think we can all agree that drinking 3 cans of redbull to get 5 minutes conversation from the cute bartender far outweighs the benefits of working kidneys in later life.