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City girl turned welly wearer, adapting to life in the country with the aid of her trusty dog (affectionately known as Scruffbag) and Cooper the cat(a bandy legged psycho serial bird chomper)
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Thursday, 17 December 2009

Depeche Mode and a snowy london














I've always loved the Mode, so the chance to see them live again could not be missed, the added bonus being another trip to London which I love even though I always get lost on the Tube (nobody told me that non Circle line trains also go on it OK?).

I still get excited everytime I see the London Eye at night all blue and sparkly and a luminous St Paul's always makes me smile. I've been to the O2 before of course, but this time got the Thames Clipper to it and oh yes definitely the way to travel. As much as I love the hulabaloo of the Tube on a gig night
lets be honest it can get a tad pungent.

The Clipper however is very civilised and I was quite happy with a nice white wine floating down the Thames looking at the lights (must be down to the Trips to see the Blackpool 'luminations as a kid either that or I'm some weird fairylight fetishist). Arriving at the O2 via water was excellent, let's face it there is something very "Mother Ship" about it anyway so floating in was quite spacey for me (or maybe that was the wine who knows?).

Inside was excellent to, Tapas Tapas, yes I will have a large Rioja thanks and then a full scale funfair. Oh yes, we are talking helter skelters , whirly things and of course my all time favourite a Carousel. Devastated that it wasn't open and yes I did seriously think about trying to convince them to let me have a go.

Managed to make the support act Soulsavers, personally not that into them. Actually not that sure that anyone was that into them except Country Boy who bounced along in an enthusiastic manner proclaiming "Mark Lanegan's a musical genius" something which no else seemed to particularly be convinced by. I heard a small ripple of applause from somewhere else so I assume Mark Lanegan's mum and a few aunties were in attendance. My view? Well I "didn't hate it" which is good of course, he sounds a bit sort of Lou Reed (and I do love a bit of Lou) but it was an odd mix of Lou Reed vocals with an Indie band base and a frizzante of Madchester guitar jangles.

The Mode however were fabulous. From the opening In Chains onwards, every track was an amazing explosion of classic Modeness. It's hard to pick actual highlights. As ever Precious made me feel a little emotional "Thing's get damaged, things get broken" etc but I had also been fed some Becks by then too so perhaps the ice princess didn't melt.



"World in my Eyes" was a classic as ever, making you want to embark on some exotic adventure of discovery with Mr Gahan as your guide (ooh yes please even though I'm not a girl that likes tatoos when Dave whipped his top off even I got excited!).Hard to believe he's nearly at his half century).

The absolute ultimate came at the end though, Personal Jesus the whole O2 arena was on its feet to reach out and touch faith, the atmosphere completely electric by that point. As ever I took loads of pictures, here's a little sprinkling of images that popped in front of the viewfinder at some point.













I know they aren't amazing works of photographic genius but I like them and if it makes you get a little vibe of just how fantastic the Mode were then job done.

Post gig a wander back up the Southbank and through Westminster gave me chance to see more of the city at night. Somehow this little snap captures it:



Next day was spent exploring Covent Garden, Carnaby Street and Oxford Street. Liberty's and Fortnum and Mason's had to be done of course, the window displays alone being well worth a visit. But the image of the day for me was Carnaby Street which was when the snow started to fall.



Very me don't you think?

Monday, 16 November 2009

Dubin and the supermassive Muse

There's always been something wonderful about Dublin for me, like going home. I suppose that's because in some ways it is. So a recent visit back was just what I needed to raise a smile. We stayed at Dylans, a lovely hotel no doubt but filled with staff who look like they should be on the cover of Vogue at the very least. Yes indeed a tad intimidating for someone like me, who frankly resembles something that's been dragged through a hedge backwards and slapped more than a few times with the ugly stick. Still, a couple of medicinal cocktails got me through the first evening.

The next day was spent happily wandering around the city with regular stops for Guiness (well a girl has to keep her iron levels topped up, lunch at the ever lovely O'Neills and of course a couple of hours listening to the Guitarman at the Temple Bar Inn.

It didn't really matter that it rained, because we were rewarded with a lovely rainbow.



Muse at the O2 were fantastic, an explosion of colour and sound filling the arena and an excellent set covering all my favourite tunes from the ever fabulous Supermassive Black Hole to Uprising. A truly excellent night.



Topped off with a chilli chocolate martini at the Morgan which has still got to be one of my favourite places for a cheeky cocktail or two.

Saturday was another day of wandering around, visits to Brown Thomas and Avoca to window shop. A visit to Bewleys off course and a trip the the National Gallery where my favourites were a portrait by James Hanley and the lovely works of Paul Henry capturing the beauty of Ireland.

This little entry in no way does justice to the wonderful Dublin, but I guess I'm feeling distinctly flat today, an overshaken bottle of lemonadey kind of week, lost my fizz.

xoxo

Sunday, 14 June 2009

Wellies and a nice kagoule







forget cigarettes and alcohol, wellies and a nice kagoule are the true essentials for 6th June's visit to Heaton Park to see Oasis.
A weekend in Manchester always puts a smile on my face even though you know the second you start crossing the Peaks there'll be rain on the cards!
And rain there well and truly was so sat it out with afternoon tea in the Beetham Tower (cream scone anyone?) with fabulous views of Manchester and a slighlthy scary panel allowing you to see straight down to street level. A tentative welly was placed on of course and the panic was only mild!

The evening itself was a true chance to reminisce for this welly wearer with cocktails at Label (god I miss though girls nights out): a trip on the tram (my former morning commute); quick pop to the chip shop (Friday night post pub special) and to my lovely former local (Friendship Inn, Prestwich) for a pint of cider. Then off to Heaton Park for Kasabian and Oasis!

Kasabian, great set and then for the main event oasis themselves. Predictably the crowd got a tiny bit overexcited but a fantastic night with a great vibe.

Sadly a bit too much throwing of "substances", cold good "gotta be beer", warm and panic, some tosser chucked some wee - gross!!!!. Still didn't spoil a top night, finished with a spontaneous group sing at the Metro station of "Don't look Back in Anger" before boarding a slightly whiffy tram back to the City Centre.

Country girl misses the city vibe, but figures scruff would hit meltdown if she had to live in a city!!