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May 30, 2006

Some Kind of Denouement Occurs

I had quite a busy week for me - went to the beer festival on Tuesday, which was good. I split my time between work colleagues, and meeting up with old friends - Ian, Chris, Donna. The beer fest is often a place where you meet people serendipitously (there's only so many geeks my age in Cambridge after all). Not that night though.

Saturday I was doing the door for the penultimate Amnesty Big Gig event at the Romsey Labour Club (the final event is tonight, at The Junction - tickets still available as they say). The music was a mixed bag - there was some Celtic-ey folk-ey kind of group on first (Emily something - I can't be bothered to google right now), then Indie rock - The Pony Collaboration. I quite liked that.

Then there was a Capoeira group. It's not music, it's a Brazilian martial art combined with dance. You know the two guys who mock-fight on a rooftop in the BBC programme links? That's Capoeira. Anyway, some of them were fantastic - you have to be really strong to perform the moves all in slow motion. I was quite taken with one of the performers, a really fit (in all senses) woman with cropped hair and very tight top. She may well have been gay I suppose, or is that just sour grapes because I'm married :-)

Finally there was another band called The Beards. I think it was kind of funk perhaps. Didn't do much for me anyway, but it went over well with the crowd. We took quite a bit of money (I'd guess £250-£300) and the place looked quite full towards the end.

Didn't do much over the BH - just a bit of gardening, played with the kids, tried to do my finance course (forwards and futures, feh). I did come across a lovely little short story sketch by John Crowley, from which I've taken the title of this post. Check it out. On the literary theme, I'm also quite taken with Jonathan Carroll's blog - he has a lovely eye for the poignancy of everyday life.

Posted by MFreestone at May 30, 2006 12:41 PM