Two in one week??

Yep, two blogs in one week. I think I must just have a lot to get off my chest....

Not only will I have written two blogs this week, I will also have visited Brighton twice! I think it's safe to say that I have been out in Brighton more since I moved back than I did when I was a resident there. Although, as anyone who has lived in Brighton knows, you will spend so much on rent and council tax that there is barely enough left each week for a tin of beans let alone a night out.

Last night's expedition was to Spellbound with Mister Seamer. Spellbound bills itself as the "80s night for people who hate 80s nights". This is a bizarre concept. Despite not playing Rick Astley or Sonia it was, in essence, an 80s night! Okay, the crowd were a tad older and a little more "beige" in appearance but there was still a school disco feel about the evening. Amongst the fleeces and slacks were the goths, ahhh the goths, what can I say about them? I have always harboured a dislike for a particular sub-genre of goth. We've all seen them. The ones who are attempting to recreate Gary Oldman in Dracula: frilly shirt; dark glasses; comedy beard; long coat and cane (is this to ram up their backside if they get bored I wonder?) I have friends who suit the "trad goth" attire and wear it well. Others, amusingly, look like Gandalf's slightly camp, younger sibling...which can never be a good thing! A few words of advice if you are thinking of following this trend: legally your cane can be seen as a weapon; you *will* fall over in a dark room if wearing sunglasses; and people *will* think you're a pretentious tit if you attempt to discuss Byron in the toilet queue. You shall not piss!!!

I shall investigate Spellbound further at a later date but not too soon, as overdosing on the 80s can make a girl feel geriatric!

Something a bit music-y....

On Wednesday I ventured to Brighton with Messrs Seamer and Parham. In itself, this was an achievement, due to freak flurries along the south coast...global warming my butt!

I was looking forward to an evening of good friends and old fashioned post-rock, courtesy of Saxon Shore, and was not disappointed. Aside from the embarrassing incident, which occurred when accidentally offering the band my emergency pants, and the 14 mile trek to the toilets, it was a humdinger of a gig. I was, however, disappointed with the opening band. Their collective age was 30 and, using my finely-tuned powers of deduction, they were local. They kind of gave the game away by spending 10 minutes asking the audience if they knew random people and waving at their friends. Whilst every band has to start somewhere, there is no hope for them ever leaving Brighton if they exclude the remainder of the audience with their teenage babble. As such, local bands talking at their mates is at the top of my newly-formed "2010 hate list". Watch out for some new additions over the coming months :)

Also near the top of my hate list is pub toilets. Either you have the luxury of toilet roll but no lock (thus, having to balance precariously on the edge of the seat and perform the "foot on the door limbo") or you have to suffer the indignity of no toilet roll but a miraculously available lock (one bonus is that at least nobody can gatecrash whilst you practice your ablutions!) My only advice is to go everywhere with tissues shoved up your sleeve, that way you can go lockless with confidence :D