Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The Thing I Hate Most In The World* is people who persist in talking through gigs.
If you don’t like the band, don’t go. If you’re bored, leave.
If you are indifferent just SHUTTHEFUCKUP alright?
Driving back back from the Empress Ballroom along Blackpool’s seafront is a desolate experience of Godforsaken grimness. Run-down hotel after seedy bar after bed and breakfast hovel.
I don’t know which is worse, the hotels without hope, abandoned to darkness or the ones with sufficient illumination to reveal a glimpse of their Edward Hopper-esque interiors.
A solitary ‘blonde’ in her early fifties sitting hopefully at the bar. A couple in their sixties avoiding each others eyes in a lounge which hasn’t been decorated since 1976.
Simon Armitage is on the radio and his accent makes me homesick.
Wild Wood - Paul Weller
There’s A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop…- Kirsty MacColl
Man In The Moon - REM
Clowntime Is Over - Elvis Costello
My Love Has Gone - Josh Rouse
Photo Jenny - Belle & Sebastian
Uncorrected Personality Traits - Robyn Hitchcock
Bigger Brighter Better - Roddy Frame
(*Obviously it’s not. The Thing I Hate Most In The World is injustice, but this is not the place)