Thursday: wasn't feeling too brilliant so I wussed out and went to neither Saxon nor ULU fencing Christmas bash but went home instead and crashed on sofa to Blake's 7. Rewatching is definitely increasingly a chore as I get further into season 3. Aftermath and Powerplay were pretty good, the latter in particular showing Tarrant as he should have been throughout, but Dawn of the Gods or Harvest of Kairos? Oh dear...
Friday: Worked from home - yey! Had to leave Simon to his own devices for a bit when he got here as I wrapped up work stuff then down to Oxford Circus to meet Kate for a beer at the Argyll Arms before popping over to the 100 Club to see The Men They Couldn't Hang, accompanied by several pints of Murphy's. Superb performance, made an (arhythmic) arse of myself in a way I normally reserve for cons discos but I really don't care! Enjoyed it a whole lot more than the Levellers one the week before but I suspect that's mainly down to being far more familiar with TMTCH's material and being close to the stage in a very small venue. Only reservation was that they didn't do Barrett's Privateers but they did most of the key standards like The Colours and, most critically, Ghosts of Cable Street.
Scary thought: first heard of TMTCH back in the mid-eighties. The Colours was playing when the radio alarm woke up one morning and it gradually dawned on me that I appeared to be listening to a song about a mutineer in the Royal Navy in the Napoleonic wars! This of course led to discovering their other material but it is kind of embarassing I've only seen them live three times. Still, at least, unlike the first time, I didn't end up at the venue while still wearing a suit!
Saturday: Headed down to Tottenham Court Road to pick up comics and a couple of hard disk cooler caddies. At least, that was the plan. Walked past a shop doing a good package deal on the Canon Ixus 900. You can guess the rest... Headed home, jumped in the car and drove down to Woking to meet up with Julian, tictactoepony
and others for an original trilogy Star Wars viewing, accompanied by much innuendo, in which I am proud to say I took an active part. Only regret is I couldn't stay for Jedi before heading back to London!
Hmm... so, no more BSG till late Jan? Frak me!