Well hello, strangers!!
Off to the fest today, depsite my reservations. Look out the window! For the most part though, I’ll be indoors at the Bluecoat for the Above the Beaten Track event. Looks fun and includes all the sorts I like from a timewasting afternoon such as a bit of drawing courtesy of Draw The Line, some booze and lots of bands.
Next week I’m going to see Dolly Parton at the Echo Arena and Jimmy Cliff at the Philharmonic. Am a very lucky girl; two of my heros in one week. My head will most probably explode.
TTFN – will report further on this and other weekend shenanigans!
I got sent home from work this morning for being feeble-no vocal chords whatsoever. So whilst I sit here in my lemsip-induced stupor, I thought I’d finally get down to blathering on about what’s occuring. Prepare yourself for some nonsense.
The Rene Magritte exhibition opens at the Tate this week. He was one of the more famous surrealist artists along with old Salvador Dali and all that jive. Interestingly (and I totally stole this factoid from the Tate’s facebook post), one of his pieces entitled ‘the sixteenth of September’ is popular amongst fans of Marc Bolan. The painting features a tree which apparently looks very much like the one his girlfriend crashed her car into into on 16th September 1977, killing him and injuring her. Spooky! (And conincidental).
One of the CD’s I’ve had playing on loop due to laziness is the best of Pink Floyd. It’s ace, but I wouldn’t call myself a massive fan. However, when the boyfriend bought me a ticket to ex-PF’s Roger Water’s concert at the MEN Arena in a singular act of lovely generosity, I was very pleased. He’s been before and it sounds like a pretty awesome show. Their album The Wall is performed from start to finish by Waters and his merry men.
Pink Floyd became well known for their high-concept stage shows and in this one, old Rodge recreates many of those amazing spectacles which includes lazers, massive inflatable pigs, a giant scary evil headmaster puppet and of course, building a wall on stage throughout the evening, culminating in the audience only being able to peep at Roger et al through a hole until at last, the final brick is in place and they dissapear entirely.
…anyway, that’s what I’m doing next week, yo! I know it’s not in Liverpool but hey. Deal!
Funny Women Awards are still rolling on-the Manchester Awards are on 23rd July. If you know any aspiring or established lady comedians, let them know!
Found a couple of sites for guided Sunday morning walks around the city and tempted to go on one. If I do I’ll let you know how it went, but in the meantime here’s the link in case that sounds interesting to you too! Am officially old: pretty sure I should be spending that time sleeping off hangovers but anyway….
Finally, went to Africa Oye again on Sunday. It’s such a good little festival and I’m so glad they managed to get funding for it at the eleventh hour.
Farewell, my lovelies!