That life thing, eh? it sure gets in the way of blogging sometimes.
So, its just been my son and I at home for the last few days as Mrs 1537 and her (occasionally) evil teenage clone have been down in London, sampling the delights of the city – including the new Kinks musical, which they loved. I’ve been home doing all manner of building work, laying a brick patio, shovelling several tons of soil around and building a pergola*, in the hot sun and generally defying science by just being even more manly than I already was, while my heir has been revising hard for his GCSE’s next week.
So we managed to eat good stuff and watch some classic movies – In the Heat of the Night, Chinatown and The Sting on successive nights, what an education! We also played quite a bit of Star Munchkin, so feast your eyes folks on the game’s glorious daftness:
Best of all though was last night when, just like we did back in 2013, we went to see, Bill Bailey play at Theatre Cymru in Llandudno on his ‘Limboland’ tour. It was a brilliant way to counteract a stressful day at work, to just leap into the car and drive an hour off into North Wales to the gorgeous old Victorian coastal resort, eat chips on the sea front and go to a comedy show. Bill was, as he always is, brilliant value for money – very clever, eccentric and a wonderful purveyor of kind, wordy comedy. As always there were some amazing musical bits – my personal favourite was his rendition of Sabbath’s ‘Iron Man’ on Alpine cow bells and closing with a funny version of ‘Highway To Hell’, where we all got to sing along. This gives a bit of a flavour:
It’s a nice little father/son tradition we’ve got going on there. Driving home in the dark along that fabulous coastline I felt properly content, despite the fact that I can’t get him remotely interested in AC/DC or Zeppelin. Blooming rebel!
Oh and after vowing not to buy any LPs in June I had one of those mysterious lunchtime blackouts that I’m sadly prone to and ended up buying Queen today – I’ve not owned this since I taped it off a friend back in ’85. It has a few clunky moments but there are some real gems on here too like ‘The Night Comes Down’, I can’t have listened to this album in over 26 years but I could still sing along with most of it, word perfect – that’s scary!
665 Down (still).
*just call me Ozymandias.