The First Place I Disagreed With. Brighton 7/501

Combining all this travelling with going to gigs seemed like the perfect idea. Two of my favourite things all rolled into one, and all I needed to do was find a willing participant (victim) to come along with me. Good times guaranteed! How wrong I was.

Even before we got there I was pretty hacked of with Brighton. Organising some where to stay turned into a nightmare, and I am now completely convinced that absolutely no one in the city answers their phone. This ill ease was only fuelled by the abysmal weather this weekend.

Three Things to keep in mind if travelling to Brighton.

1. Do NOT drive. It cost more to park then to stay in a Hotel
2. Do NOT stay at the Grape Vine Hostel 
3. Only Go if it Sunshine is promised

When we got to the (ridiculously expensive) hostel we found that there was only one bed available in our room, as the other occupants had decided to use the other one as storage. They promised that it would be sorted by the time we got back. They lied, I was woken at 2am by an 40+ German man asking why I was in his bed. Compared to other hostels I have stayed in I am amazed that this one can charge what they do. It was the most expensive one I have ever stayed in, and also the worst.

The Best Bit of the City. 

The city itself wasn't to bad, I just don't understand what made it 'must see'. It is not unlike Wolverhampton. Nice shops, an Oceanas, a smattering of kitsch and quirky outlets (Alice dreams) and some decent pubs. Plus  a pier. In the rain there really wasn't much to do. We have the same shops at home. It was a little early to be drinking. And there was nothing to do on the Pier except walk up and down it. So we did what all intrepid explorers do: holed ourselves up in Nandos.

The place is far to expensive, I have spent far less on a week in London than a weekend there. It has a decent night life, but nothing that looked out of this world and, like every other place by the sea, it suffers a lot when it is wet. 

I am so glad that we went in order to go see We Are Scientists. If we had gone with no other purpose than to look round, it would have been awful. As always WAS were up to their usual musical comedic ways and we had a really good night dancing around. We were also really impressed by the support Tall Ships (more on this later). 

It would be nice to see what the place is like when it is sunny, but it won't be on the top of any list of future holiday destinations. Unless I am given a very good reason (AKA a Counting Crows gig).

Could It Be Magic..... No.....

Neffi and I, along with 64,082 other women, reclaimed the Millennium Stadium in the name of all things girly and fanatical last week. Take That were in town and the Valleys apparently emptied into Cardiff to mark the occasion. I was completely overwhemlemd by just how many people were there. The city centre was rammed and for a moment I thought that perhaps we had stumbled across a 'Slut Walk'. But no, Take That concerts seem to have also become synonymous with hen nights.

I will admit that I have been a HUGE Robbie Williams fan all my life. It was the first music that I got into all on my own, away from the parental influence of everything Genesis all the time. I had previously seen him once before, when he toured with his second album. I think I was 10 and I went with my Uncle. He made us leave less than half way through because of all the foul language being used. I had been oblivious to this (an age before TV) as I was only little, so was thoroughly miffed at having to miss so much concert. 13 years of waiting and I finally get to see him play a whole set. AND IT WAS BRILLIANT.

I know he isn't the most musically creative person in the world, and that he doesn't really play any instruments or whatever crap the more musically pretentious throw at him as reasons as why we should not be listening;  but the man knows how to entertain a crowd! His 45minutes of the show were brilliant, and he did a nice selection from his many albums AND he split his trousers from all the over enthusiastic dancing. In the local vernacular it was 'Well Lush'.

On the other hand, I did feel very out of place when the rest of the band were on stage. I don't particularly like any songs of the newer album, and the previous new stuff I have dubbed 'the wedding albums'. I felt a bit like a spy infiltrating an enemy camp defended by extremely loyal guards. The boys did put on a spectacular stage show, which was extremely enjoyable despite my lack of enthusiasm for the music. A highlight of which was a live action chess game. Resulting in a dance off between Howard and Jason which was very inventive.  I give them full credit for putting on a proper show that befit the scale of venue they were playing, taking full advantage of the cavernous space by erecting a 30ft(?) robotic man in the middle of the stadium as the night progressed.


My inner 7 year old was very happy after their rendition of Babe and Back for Good, but I am still not a convert to the man band that is now Take That. My heart belongs to the 90s.

Race For Life: It Begins

I am going to RUN 5km in order to raise money for Cancer Research.

 (Please get the boobs vs black eyes jokes out of the way now)

 Pel and I talked about doing this way back in February, but only booked in to do it today. I think that this procrastination only makes the challenge harder, as instead of having months of preparation, we will have 6 weeks to cobble together some form of fitness routine that might enable us to complete a 5km run. This will of course be based around day jobs and pre-booked city adventures.

Our first job should probably be to figure out how far 5km is in old money. Can I drive the course to give me a better idea? Probably not as we are running around Weston Park.

My "current" running song.

Basically we are running the Race for Life on 24th July and I would be ever so grateful if you dear reader could sponsor me and donate money to Cancer Research. This entire blog is in dedication to the Carpe Diem attitude I have adopted since Granddad's death and it would be incredible if I could give something tangible back. Also, I am ridiculously unfit, so sponsoring me to do this will be some form of torture. I won't be able to back out of it if there is more than just my parents money resting on me (as I'm pretty sure they'd still pay). If you have enjoyed my ramblings musings and would like to encourage me to continue with my attempts at honouring Granddad's memory please donate. If you really hate what I have written and wish me to suffer for it, donate even more!

So please click on the link and give as little or as much as you can, in the hope that some day cancer will be a treatable disease rather than a terminal illness.

Anturio ym Cymru 6/501

Luckily for me (and the completion of this 501 cities task) my sister lives in Cardiff, so I have ventured there a few times already this year, and am off there again next week. This means that rather then cram everything into one day of frantic sight seeing and very worn out feet we are taking our time in exploring the Welsh capital.

(First time we heard this played somewhere other than our rooms)

So obviously, our first priorities were where to get decent cocktails (definitely NOT Tiger Tiger club - a whole pint of orange juice does not a tequila sunrise make) and where to get cheap Sushi. Us Hitch's don't ask for much. But even then Cardiff is surprisingly lacking. Having spent 5 years in a backwater town in Wales with an AMAZING if not somewhat overpriced Japanese restaurant, I was expecting to at least have some diversity in an actual city. But so far we have only managed to find Yo -sushi & our tired legs could only drag us as far as TGI Fridays for decent old fashioneds and pretty bar tenders.

Big tip for anyone planning on walking from the town centre to the bay. DO NOT FOLLOW THE RIVER. The bay is quite far away from the centre of town, but is well worth a look at if only for the obligatory attempt to get into Torchwood. However, even though logic predicts that the river will eventually lead to the sea, I neglected to take into account that it would also meander in the largest of loops - through a very rough neighbourhood- before it got there. No, there are plenty of buses that take you there for less than a pound, a much more sensible idea. If you ever get a chance to go to the Wales Millennium Centre, jump at it. It is styled as a traditional theatre mashed up with Swedish Bathhouse chic and I spent a large amount of my time in there just working out how they made the wood do that. It also has amazing acoustics (although combined with horrendously steep stairs).

On the other hand, I would not recommend paying to go to Cardiff Castle. It dominates the city centre and backs onto the beautiful Bute Park, but that is the best views it has to offer. Neffi and I were scandalised at how much we had to pay to get in, and once inside were really disappointed by the lack of historical information available and the sparseness of sites to see that could not already be viewed from outside. There are plenty of other castles near by that are both cheaper, Raglan, and more impressive, Caerphilly.


Next up: The Millennium Stadium to see Take That

England Keep My Bones

On Monday I packed up my teal coat and, with Pel in tow, went on a surprise adventure to Camden. Turns out I was one of the few very lucky winners of the HMV competition to see Frank Turner play the Barfly on the day of his album launch. This was a huge shock. I had actually forgotten I had pre-ordered England Keep My Bones off of HMV, as I had also ordered it from Amazon. I’m really grateful to HMV for giving us a chance to see Frank in such a tiny venue. I was well chuffed seeing him at the Slade Rooms a few weeks ago, thinking that the chance to see such an intimate gig again would be infinitesimal once the album came out, as it is obvious that Frank is now so in demand he will be playing ever bigger crowds from now on. Seeing him in the Barfly was incredible.

Much to my delight it also meant another chance to see the lovely Ben Marwood. His mini set was amazing, and it was wonderful to hear the crowd singing quite a few of his songs. Obviously Pel & I were not the only ones that were impressed by his stuff during the earlier tour. He himself said it was “one of the best gigs I’ve ever played ever". His closing performance of “Singalong” got the crowd singing just as loudly as they did for Frank’s music; evidently Ben now has quite a few new fans. I am quite proud that my tone deaf participation was a part of that. To top it off Ben actually remembered us and I got my Molotov’s Magic Lantern book signed.

Frank was obviously absolutely knackered having flown in for the day from Germany. But ever the trouper – or troubadour as that is what every internet article is currently calling him- he soldiered on. Mixing in the brand new stuff in with the old, his set went down a storm. I couldn’t tell if he was surprised that all of us already knew all the words to If Ever I Stray, but that song was definitely a highlight. Also there was a rare moment of silence during the gig. Frank had asked us not to join in with the English Curse, but the crowd remained equally still when he played Redemption, taking in the beautiful lyricism of the song. I'm still totally blown away that he put such a personal song on the album.

Another stunning night of music from two of my favourite singers – oh and we got cake. The whole gig was streamed over the internet which can still be watched here it is well worth checking out. It was all topped off with another beautiful rendition of District Sleeps Alone Tonight, in which Frank finally learnt the correct words to sing. I will never tire of hearing that song. And I promise this will be the last Frank post as the tour is over. Well that is until November when he is back touring again (does the man ever stop?)

On a side note, Ben you almost gave me a heart attack yesterday. He put up a link to this blog from his own, and I found this out whilst on the train home. What was a joke between 4 of my friends about how much of his back catalogue of music I had listened to, has now been read by over 200 people. I apologise to the other train passengers for my muffled scream of embarrassment. It’s wonderful that so many of you actually bothered to read what I had to say, I just wish that I hadn’t mentioned the word stalking. 

Horsing Around in Lambourn

As it is Derby day I think it is fitting to blog my recent foray into the world of horse racing. Pel & I are taking part in a cultural exchange: She is teaching me all about the ponies and I am teaching her all about F1.

The last time I was near a pony was probably Wordsley Carnival in 1996, when I went on a donkey ride. I was never one of those girls that obsessed over the pretty horses and so this whole world of horse riding has largely passed me by. But with the mantra of yes I am up for learning everything new I am embracing this new knowledge.

Pel has steadily been feeding me tid bits of information for the last year. Bless her heart, after Grandad died I was having problems sleeping so she stayed up for hours with me describing her dissertation on horse breeding and her love for Sheik Mohammed. And although her soliloquy did put me to sleep, I did take in some of it. So I arrived at Lambourn with a smidgen of understanding of what was going on.

Lambourn is a tiny village in Berkshire that is also known as Valley of the Racehorse and it is in a stunning part of the country. Every year the whole village has an open day that lets all us riff raff wander around their huge stables full of amazing thoroughbreds and race winners. To be honest it was quite nice just going around and being nosey. I actually knew who some of the horses were (shock horror).  We met Longest Run who won the Gold Cup earlier this year and I very almost got bit by Sir Alex Ferguson's horse-yet another awful claim to fame.

The best bit of the day though was the discovery of Horse Ball. Everybody needs to go see a horse ball match because it was really impressive. Sod polo, that's for the toffs, Basketball on horses is where the party is at. Possibly the funniest part of the match was when they swapped the regular players for tiny jockeys and they were to small to reach the ball. Bless them.

The most enlightening part of the day was definitely the jumping exhibition. I have always thought of horse racing as a rather elitist sport, but once I understood a little of what was going on it was like being let into a little club of genuinely nice and enthusiastic people. The commentators let the jokes and the mockery of the jockeys flow and the banter between the jumps was brilliant. I didn't feel like an outsider at all, but rather included and I laughed along with the crowd as Tony McCoy was roasted and poor Eddie Ahern took the brunt of the jokes about his horse Charlotte. There was no snobbery or elitism and definitely no sneering at my comments which marked me out as an absolute novice of all things ponies.

When does appreciating Ben Marwood's music turn into stalking?

Two weeks ago I saw  Frank Turner in Wolverhampton and supporting him was Ben Marwood. I had heard Ben's album before, yes I'm a geek & research and revise support acts before going to gigs. Obviously my love for The District Sleeps Alone Tonight meant that I was looking forward to seeing him. And I was not disappointed. His live performance far surpasses his recorded stuff, and he was so self deprecating and happy chatting to the crowd. It was really refreshing to hear both Ben & Franz Nicolay so at ease at interacting with the crowd, as the last few gigs I've been to the supports just did not know how to deal with other peoples fans. By the end of his set Al & I were happily singing along to his songs (insert joke here) and cheering enthusiastically.

After the gig we wondered over to the merch table as the guys wanted to buy his album. Rather embarrassingly I am completely skint. I had turned up to the gig with enough money to pay for the carpark and a heart full of hope that my friends would let me steal some of their drink. So I kind of hung back as both Ben & Franz were selling their gear, & it was obvious I wasn't going to buy anything. Pel then changed all that by blurting out how much hearing the District meant to me. So I automatically became my usual self and barged into the conversation. After getting a really random signiture in Pel's album from him we had a (really awful) picture taken with the guys and everyone was happy.

Since the gig I have not stopped listening to Toil. I wake up singing it, I have remixed it in with Frank's I Am Disappeared and also with Feeder's Just a Day in my head (don't ask how that happened I don't understand it either). Really annoyingly I have combined it with 'Tell Avril Lavigne I Never Wanted To Be Her Stupid Boyfriend' so it now forms one song, and now I get confused when I listen back to them as to why I am now singing the wrong words to the wrong tune. Spotify has meant that I now actually know all the words to pretty much every song and as a birthday present to myslef I have ordered his older EP of Amazon (its still somewhere in the post though). I have been on two road trips since we saw him, and both times my carefully crafted playlist, of frank/2005 punk/90s crap/80s cheese/ Jimmy Eat World/ Snippets of Hardcore that usually takes me the best part of a day to make, have been replaced as soon as one of Ben's songs have come on in favour of listening to his whole album.

Ali posted a link on twitter of Ben singing (drunkenly) the District in a bath tub. From there I have spiralled. Through you tube I have now listened to everyone that has ever had anything to do with Ben or Frank. Somewhat ironically his stuff reminded me that 2 years ago I was really into Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. I have listened to more than my standard 3 songs by Chris T-T, why I hadn't one that before I don't know. Jim Lockey is now a favourite and I am getting into the Tailors. The list goes on for quite a while. (for people that are interested you should watch this - it's just seasonally inappropriate ). My problem now is that if you look at my last FM, it kind of looks like I have tried to insert myself into the Ben/Frank/Bean's's group of friends/collaborators. Which I totally didn't mean to. Maybe it's a sign that I should have gone to Uni in London in order to go to Nambucca, or its just that all these people get on because they all make similar music, which just happens to be music I like to. But it is bothering me that I appear a little stalkerish and I really do not like the idea of being described as a 'fan girl'.

Rather amazingly, I have won tickets to go see Frank & Ben play again at the Barfly in Camden next Monday for the launch of England Keep My Bones. Thankfully, my birthday has meant that I actually have some expendable cash, so I am travelling down south and staying in some dodgy youth hostel off Chalk Farm Road. I am really excited about seeing Frank live again but also really chuffed that I get another chance to see Ben so I can say how much I love his songs (and Ben Gibbard covers). This time I am coming armed. I have a crisp £10 ready to buy his album, and also I have tracked down the book that Franz Nicolay was reading which we stole and got Ben to quote in Pel's album. This way I figure he can sign the first line of I Will Breathe You In on the cover, and together we will have a complete set.