Astrakan and Captain Blood Blood and the Sea Dogs played live on the show. Third time for the Sea Dogs, resplendently in costume for the radio, though for one song only. Still, it's not every day you see a bassist wearing a tricorn hat, is it? Last night T-Lo and I were on the Music for Punks wheels of steel at the Grosvenor in Stockwell. Duncan, our old Suffolk mate from back in the day, was playing a rare acoustic set along with an entertainingly sozzled Frankie Stubbs and fellow punk rock legend TV Smith, who played an epic set. Good to give the old punk vinyl an airing - we would have been happy playing to an empty room but ended up extending our set into the small hours for a select but enthusiastic group of dancers. Not feeling very punk rock today though - I'm missing that hour we were robbed of last night. Curse you British Summer Time!
Showing posts with label Stockwell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stockwell. Show all posts
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Spring Forward
Astrakan and Captain Blood Blood and the Sea Dogs played live on the show. Third time for the Sea Dogs, resplendently in costume for the radio, though for one song only. Still, it's not every day you see a bassist wearing a tricorn hat, is it? Last night T-Lo and I were on the Music for Punks wheels of steel at the Grosvenor in Stockwell. Duncan, our old Suffolk mate from back in the day, was playing a rare acoustic set along with an entertainingly sozzled Frankie Stubbs and fellow punk rock legend TV Smith, who played an epic set. Good to give the old punk vinyl an airing - we would have been happy playing to an empty room but ended up extending our set into the small hours for a select but enthusiastic group of dancers. Not feeling very punk rock today though - I'm missing that hour we were robbed of last night. Curse you British Summer Time!
Monday, December 31, 2007
Spent all day in the fucking pub...
Celebrated a 2km swim by spending the rest of the day boozing with T-Lo. Lunch in the Priory Arms in Stockwell, then Sintra for Sagres and brandies. The bar staff did everything they could to discourage us, first by refusing to accept an out-of-date fiver, then by giving us the wrong wireless password. Where others might have taken the hint, David simply went to the cash machine for more fivers and picked up a book from his flat to provide us with the info we were looking for online. Genius! Then back to the Priory for the pub quiz, presided over by the Steven Berkoff-esque landlord. We did pretty well considering how hammered we were...I think we came third.
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Priory Arms,
Sagres,
Sintra,
Steven Berkoff,
Stockwell,
T-Lo
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