The lovely lovely Dave Magee had offered me his plus one spot to the Snow Patrol gig on Monday evening (thanks Dave!). Now, I am hardly what you'd call a Snow Patrol 'fan', and seeing them twice in the same weekend for free is verging on the ridiculous, but sure. All of the LaFaro boys were heading down, and some of the Lowly Knights were singing backup for Iain Archer again so I was well up for a few jars. So we collect our tickets, toddle on round the front only to be told we can't get in that way, and that our VIP box was accesible by the next door round. VIP? Sweeeeeet... We find our hospitality box and immediately spy a fully stocked booze fridge. Unfortunately, it has a padlock on it. Ah well. We did have our very own waitress to bring us our pints though.
Fast forward through the gig, some schmoozing in the Odyssey aftershow bar and the Stiff Kitten after party, all of which were mighty enough craic for sure. Plenty of chat, dancing and much drinking. We ended up going round to Malmaison to Snow Patrol's plush suite - it had a frickin pool table in it. I really wish I had thought to take a photo of the part when Duke Special provided a rest for Cazi's cue for his shot on the black. With his own contorted body. Awesome. managed to get some game in myself - doubles, Me and Lightbody vs Caswell and David Healy. Honestly.
Not a mad fan of the phrase, but this definitely warrants an 'Ah, Funtimes indeed.'.
Other nominees for the award include that time I was at a party in Wellington Park, after we had been kicked out of another flat in Malone Avenue at 10am (the neighbours actually turned off the electricity in the building to shut us up). I was having a reflective moment, sitting on the floor cradling my bottle of Buck. I looked up and realised that Phil Hartnoll was sitting on the sofa, in a red kilt (no underwear by this stage, he had flung his red thong about the room earlier on), and on the wall behing him was an Orbital poster. I wish I had had my camera at that moment.
Then there was the time I was on the doorstep of the same house in Wellington Park waiting for everyone else to arrive. I think we had been in Auntie Annie's for somthing, and Therapy? had been doinf a DJ set afterwards. Andy Cairns is the next person to show up at the flat. I roll him a joint.
Other things of note:
- I had a triumphant day. Everything I want to bring fits in my backpack. Hurrah!
- Jemima is the new me in the house.
- The Wire stands up to repeat viewing.
- 'Oh, the Places You'll Go!' - thanks Ciaran X
- My last Boojum?
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