Last sunday I played at Rye Wax (in Peckham), which is a Record shop and sells those funny things with a hole in the middle that make noises. It was rather fun. its possibly one of the hippest places i have been seen in so far.  A darkish basement with a bar and a record store and food, and lots of very nice people.
So I am a hipster now init.

Indeed. Today I have been aching a bit. That  happens as time passes.  Played a gig a venerable old school south London boozer last night. That was OK though not the most mind blowing gig ever, but folks seem to be enjoying it.  I am  always fascinated watching the punters as I am a late comer to pub culture, never really  having had a local.  The loud voices and animated discussions and that the fact that private conversations become public performances like theatre.  The band watching the punters watching the band.I now realise how insular my upbringing was, with the benefit of hindsight. My father did not drink and rather frowned on the notion of that sort of thing. I did drink a bit as a teanager but later on not at all for years.   Many  years later when I got a bit low I developed a taste for Carlsberg special. This was a reasonable substitute for antidepressants which later became a part of my life for ten years.   Its a killer when your a bit reserved, and shy.  I still am all those years later. You have to play the hand your dealt eventually I suppose, andI there’s not much that’s going to change now.  Except perhaps that you stop beating yourself up about it.

I like real ale these days, but I am a moderate drinker. I am not seeking perfection anymore though 😉
One thing that cheers me quite a bit is the reappearance of pianos in some pubs now, which is wonderful.  Let’s have more of that sort of thing please.

Its April and its wet.  It will stop eventually I hope, (being wet, not April). I have nothing against  April.  Through the wonderful medium of youtube I have been refreshing my acquaintance with some old BBC sci-fi. I have over the past couple of weeks watched the entire run of 4 seasons of Blake’s 7. I really enjoyed it. It looks totally  rubbish but the story’s good and you can beat a bit of dystopian future fiction. It fits so well with the mood of the times don’t you think.  Also all the characters are deeply flawed individuals that  show different aspects as time goes by but of course at the end everybody dies and the system carry’s on regardless. So all the effort is ultimately futile. Much like real life then.
Getting totally immersed in it has been a marvelous guilty pleasure.

“nicked from wikipedia”

Blake’s 7 was popular from its first broadcast, watched by approximately 10 million people in the UK and shown in 25 other countries. Although many tropes of space opera are present, such as spaceships, robots, galactic empires and aliens, its budget was inadequate for its interstellar narrative. It remains well regarded for its strong characterisation, ambiguous morality and pessimistic tone. Critical responses to the programme have been polarised; reviewers praised its dystopian themes and “enormous sense of fun”, and broadcaster Clive James described it as “classically awful”.

I liked watching it again as it really matched my mood. Can you get anything for Dystopia at the pharmacy?