Far, far too old for this sort of thing

If you thought this was going to be a cup final blog, you'd be wrong (though I'll probably do that next), mostly because I haven't got round to uploading my pictures yet.

A few weeks back for my brother's birthday we went out to see The Ghost Frequency play a club in London, Sin. I was under the impression that they wold be on at 12, thus allowing us plenty of scope to catch the 2 o'clock train home. Turns out they were playing at 2, which left us with a tricky little issue anyway, but we figured we'd just worry about that when we left.

When I left home, I checked the dress code for the place, and it said smart casual. Now, I can only assume I don't know what smart casual means any more, as I turned up in shirt, trousers and shoes, you know, expecting it to be a fairly strict place. I think I saw one other guy in shoes, not too many in trousers either. Seems smart casual can mean hoodies, trainers, T-shirts, combats, pretty much anything that wasn't shorts or a vest as far as I can tell.

The club was very well ventilated, what with it having several doors open, which I'm sure is great in the summer, but in February, not so much. Another thing even some of Ryan's friends conceded was that the crowd were far too young, and the bar staff were rubbish, I even had a go at on girl after waiting at least half an hour to be served in what was not the largets bar in the world. It didn't help that she kept coming to make her drinks right in front of me.

So we left the club at 4, walked to Euston cos I am silly (Tina wasn't too happy I made her walk), got a bus to Edgware, in which the guy behind almost had his phone nicked by the guy behind him, got a cab back to Watford and then Tina drove home from there, getting us in at 5:30. The craziness that is Tina decided she would then set her alarm for 9 so she could get up and clean the house.......madness

I didn't mean it, really!

I'm feeling a bit sheepish this evening because at football I smashed the ball into the back of a guy's head during the warm-up......accidentally of course, just my lack of ability meaning the ball didn't go where I wanted it to. He's quite a nice guy as well so that made it worse, hopefully he won't hold a grudge.

I was disappointed to find out they weren't named after Pigeon Street

Pigeon Street, surely you remember?!?? Mr Baskerville was the detective anyway.

Last week I went with Susie to see the Pigeon Detectives play the NME tour (maybe, NME something anyway, they always seem to have a tour going on). As you might remember I saw them play the O2 Wireless festival last year, but they were that good I wanted to see them again.

As is tradition (for this blog anyway), here's my quick rundown of the support acts.

First up (at 6:30pm, which is the time the tickets said doors opened, and is a bit mean if you ask me) were Grammatics. I don't remember too much about them, except they had what sounded like very emotional songs. Oh, and also they had a cellist wearing a short skirt, I wondered whether the front row were listening to the music play really.

After these came, um, The Rascals I think, yeah, I think it was them next. These sounded pretty average indie fare if you ask me, and I had heard at least one of their songs before, which is why I thought I recognised the name. Actually it was probably because of the showbiz friend they brought out to play on the last song, Alex Turner from Arctic Monkeys, and I then remembered that I had read about the fact he was collaborating with the singer on an album. Don't know whether it was just the recognition, but the last song they played was, in my eyes at least, the best. As an aside, I still want to see the Arctic Monkeys play somewhere, but not a big place, and it is very difficult to get tickets for them otherwise.

Third on the bill were Black Kids, who, according to their Myspace page, list themselves as Indie / Religious, though to me they sounded more poppy with guitars (but maybe they were religious, it was difficult to work out what the lead singer was actually saying, he had a kind of wail a bit like Kele from Bloc Party).

Finally the headliners. I was wondering what we would get as they do only have the one album to date, and that isn't the longest. What it was was basically an hour of music, no encore, with pretty much all of the album plus three new songs. This was interspersed with the lead singer swing the microphone, falling on the floor, jumping off drum kits, jumping into the crowd and forgetting the words to, aguably, their most famous song and getting the guitarist to tell him. He also must have opened about 15 bottles of water, taking a couple of sips and then launching them into the crowd, and in the end he looked like he'd just walked in from a rainstorm.

Musically, I thought it was great, but seeing as they have very poppy, upbeat, short, sharp songs, thene there was never going to be much time to get bored, as I can tend to do, during elongated guitar solos.

Here's a couple of videos for those not in the know ;)





Also, I promise not to be so long with my next post.