Me and Spratticus finally got round to getting our shit on for the forthcoming Dunwich Dynamo with a gruelling afternoon clocking up 50 miles up and down (but it felt mostly up) the North Downs. Hard work, but good to get out of London and put some miles in the legs. Went to the Lucha Libre at the Roundhouse on Friday for a fantastic evening of Mexican Wrestling. It's a lot like 70's British wrestling a la Giant Haystacks but with the added spectacles of midgets, masks and 'exoticos'. I got some funny looks cycling home through the night in my newly acquired wrestling mask. The cultural extravanganza continued yesterday with an all day Nick Cave conference at the University of Westminster, with talks featuring Cave and the Presley Myth, Gothic Modalities, 'Ghosts of the Civil Dead', using Cave lyrics to teach poetry, Post Industrial Punk Bohemia and the Murder Ballad Tradition. Sadly, Cave himself didn't carry out his threat to turn up and heckle from the back but it was great stuff nonetheless.
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Easy! Easy! Easy! Wasn't that the Big Daddy aka Shirley-Curly Crabtree's chant.
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