Curious events
Aug. 2nd, 2006 03:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaRemember that assignment that I utterly detested and got into terrible strops about? The feedback said it was a focussed and effective piece of work, and its high mark was probably the extra nudge on the scales that gave me a first.
The graduation was surprisingly passable. My birth mother and father and youngest sister came down; so did my adoptive father and stepmother, so did my partner. These three subsections of my life hadn't met before, and the meeting seemed to go okay. My adoptive father told my birth mother a football joke and endeared himself to her forever, my amiably vague birth father was himself, my stepmother detected an ally in my sixteen year old sister, (I have to say, pink with black polka dots is hardly my thing but even I have to admit they were killer shoes, and the whole outfit worked splendidly) and even the meal afterwards worked out, having found somewhere nearby where everyone could find something they liked. One father went stealthily downstairs and paid the bill, the other tried to do the same a couple of minutes later, they each made the required polite protestations, problem solved.
The decorating goes slowly but it goes, with some venerable household heaps tackled. We still can't find the source of the smell in the living room, though, even given its extremely specific location. Something you can smell at one end of the sofa and not the other should be findable, yes?
I didn't get the RCA job, didn't even get an interview, which seemed odd at the time but they say they got far more applicants than they were expecting. Every other job I've seen has been commercial shite about exploiting new markets and developing shiny new consumer product trash and I don't really give a shit about that, so I'm thinking of doing a PhD. There's one I'm applying for at the minute which is proper mad scientist stuff - designing and building a test rig for materials for solar hydrogen generation or, to put it another way, to HARNESS THE POWER OF THE SUN TO MAKE ROCKET FUEL FOR THE MASSES *MUAHAHAHAHA* which suits me far better. They want someone who can do physics (check) and chemistry (check) and who can build real practical test stuff (check) and knows about data logging (check) and can use a soldering iron (check). This will see me working at QMU in Mile End with only a very small bursary to live on, though, so if I get this one I might be calling for assisstance from any local readers on what to look for.
I have also been playing quite a lot of gigs, and doing a modicum of recording. Punch Judy have got two gigs this week, one at the Montague in New Cross on Thursday night and one headlining at the Dirty South in Lewisham on Friday night. Other gig highlights coming up include a Sunday festivalette in, absurdly, Uxbridge.
Look, we need to play in some other places around the country, okay? We've even identified a time we can all do this - end of August, start of September sort of time - so if you're outside London and have any contacts at venues, or ideas of good venues for a punk-rock-pop three-piece to approach, let us know, ta? We can all fit in me little Peugeot and scoot up the motorway to just about anywhere in the UK. Go on, you will you will you will. Or we're in Uxbridge for ever more.
The graduation was surprisingly passable. My birth mother and father and youngest sister came down; so did my adoptive father and stepmother, so did my partner. These three subsections of my life hadn't met before, and the meeting seemed to go okay. My adoptive father told my birth mother a football joke and endeared himself to her forever, my amiably vague birth father was himself, my stepmother detected an ally in my sixteen year old sister, (I have to say, pink with black polka dots is hardly my thing but even I have to admit they were killer shoes, and the whole outfit worked splendidly) and even the meal afterwards worked out, having found somewhere nearby where everyone could find something they liked. One father went stealthily downstairs and paid the bill, the other tried to do the same a couple of minutes later, they each made the required polite protestations, problem solved.
The decorating goes slowly but it goes, with some venerable household heaps tackled. We still can't find the source of the smell in the living room, though, even given its extremely specific location. Something you can smell at one end of the sofa and not the other should be findable, yes?
I didn't get the RCA job, didn't even get an interview, which seemed odd at the time but they say they got far more applicants than they were expecting. Every other job I've seen has been commercial shite about exploiting new markets and developing shiny new consumer product trash and I don't really give a shit about that, so I'm thinking of doing a PhD. There's one I'm applying for at the minute which is proper mad scientist stuff - designing and building a test rig for materials for solar hydrogen generation or, to put it another way, to HARNESS THE POWER OF THE SUN TO MAKE ROCKET FUEL FOR THE MASSES *MUAHAHAHAHA* which suits me far better. They want someone who can do physics (check) and chemistry (check) and who can build real practical test stuff (check) and knows about data logging (check) and can use a soldering iron (check). This will see me working at QMU in Mile End with only a very small bursary to live on, though, so if I get this one I might be calling for assisstance from any local readers on what to look for.
I have also been playing quite a lot of gigs, and doing a modicum of recording. Punch Judy have got two gigs this week, one at the Montague in New Cross on Thursday night and one headlining at the Dirty South in Lewisham on Friday night. Other gig highlights coming up include a Sunday festivalette in, absurdly, Uxbridge.
Look, we need to play in some other places around the country, okay? We've even identified a time we can all do this - end of August, start of September sort of time - so if you're outside London and have any contacts at venues, or ideas of good venues for a punk-rock-pop three-piece to approach, let us know, ta? We can all fit in me little Peugeot and scoot up the motorway to just about anywhere in the UK. Go on, you will you will you will. Or we're in Uxbridge for ever more.
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Date: 2006-08-02 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-06 12:52 pm (UTC)http://www.myspace.com/mlcentertainment
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Date: 2006-08-02 09:11 am (UTC)But now I live in Mile End! Just down the road from the uni. Happy to help if you need it...
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Date: 2006-08-02 10:49 am (UTC)For venues, http://www.club-85.co.uk in Hitchin puts on bands in many genres and can generate a half decent number of people so long as you don't mind a younger crowd (16+ venue).
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Date: 2006-08-02 04:39 pm (UTC)http://www.theglebe.webeden.co.uk/
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Date: 2006-08-23 04:30 pm (UTC)