The Blood Arm Come to Town

I went to see The Blood Arm last at the carling academy on the off chance the band from LA had something to offer a (small) liverpool crowd. The gig had it all.

The music (said like they introduce clips in the F Word) - A hot chick on the keyboard and a sound that sounded like a mix of Muse and the song the White Stripes did about the doorbell. I really like the way they sound. I would say they had influences of The Jam as well but they didn't and i would only say it to sound like the music writers in The Independent and i am not that well versed in music so make such comments.

The crowd - A great mix of beardy fellas and young students. I hadn't shaved so i fell in between the two. They was bouncing inflated condoms, drunks rushing the stage, the band member crowd surfing with a four deep crowd (and then falling on the floor) and drunk young girls. Surely someone should be making sure kids cant buy alcohol?

The guy who introduces stuff - Made commens about the russian spy which was probaby too soon. But he was funny so all is forgiven.

Oh... and there were girls with pom poms. That was wierd.

I love gigs. Paulo Nutin is on this Wednesday (tomorrow). What should i expect. More of the same?

Liverpool is a Cold Place

Something really sad happened at the world museum and the day after I was expecting it to be the topic of conversation in the city. But to my surprise it was not. Have we become so accepting of violence in the city that when it occurs we do not raise an eyebrow? Or is it the people I meet. If i stay here much longer i might lose my humanity as well. This can be a strange confusing place.

All's cheerless, dark and deadly.

Trip to London - Trip Advisor

I am sceptical about trip advisor. I think it may be evilI am not yet a follower of those who comment on it and it is too easy to say bad things about a place when it could just be a one off occurence. As such i dont review hotels on their but i will on my blog.

Apex City Hotel, London (vs Evil Trip Advisor World)

We were greeted by a well spoken young lady and checked in quickly and efficiently so didnt have to wait in a long line in which was nice (my god couldn't the receptionist smile, it wasnt even busy. She was efficient to the extect that she was as cold as Sharon Stone in Basis Instinc. I think she kept an ice pick under the desk)

Enterance was modern and facilities looked very new (Shame they didn't oil the bloody lifts or service them once in a while. The things shook and sqeeked like a death trap. We were lucky to get out of them alive every morning)

The room was lovely (it really was)

Breakfast was served till late which was great (Bloody receptionist told us the wrong time. Bitch. Missed breakfast by half and hour on the first day)

City is in the Mood

I am feeling blogmonal. It is 9PM and I have 30 minutes in the seedy internet cafe.
Here it goes. Ignore the poor grammar and speeling (funny eh?)

Blogging to the sound of Cherry Ghost. I like

Crack House Uncovered

The flat across the hallway has aroused my suspicion for the last few months. It is the number of different people that I see going in and out. The blinds that are always closed. The strange noises I hear when I press a glass to the wall (note to self: buy pint glasses from Ikea). The thing I struggle with is the front door that is often left ajar. It is like giving me a big red button that says "Do not press". I want to wander in and find out what is going on. I know I shoudn’t but I get butterflies at the thought of doing it. It intrigues me.

Over the last couple of months I narrowed down the possibilities for what this flat holds. It is a crack flat or a halfway flat used for people smuggling. That said, going of the people I greeted on the stairs they is a pretty lucrative market in smuggling professional english men and women. It would be ironic if this was true as the passport office is the next street along.

Unable to contain my curiosity, which began to border on paranoia when I saw one of them with a camera and I through that I was being spied upon by Mi5, I confronted one of them. After several minute of interrogation she cracked. Sayeed of LOST would have been proud (Note to self: Stop giving people the impression you torture people who live in your building).

It is a travel agent. Bit of an anti climax really.

Maybe it is a cover story...

Liverpool Vs Manchester: Gay Village Dual

Apparently Liverpool is to get its own gay village down Stanley Street and it is going to give the village in Manchester a run for its money. Some people will think that appeals to me.

A couple of weeks ago I was in Cardiff, nice place with its charming buildings and late night establishments which transform from a sleepy traditional city full people called Llewelyn to a thriving party town where anything goes and the locals are as free spirited as the weather is rainy. Cardiff is truly a moveable feast.

There are a lot of men in Cardiff called Llewelyn. While I was there I was told and old welsh tale about a father who, looking for his lost son, placed and advert in the Cardiff Evening Post which read ''Llewlyn, meet me at the St David's hotel, all is forgiven, papa'' and how a local division of her majesty's police was needed to disperse the crowd that had gathered.

While in Cardiff I was in a conversation with a few poeple and I was talking about my recent documented move and how I needed to furnish the place and I did so through regular visits to IKEA. Soon after I was asked the question ''are you gay?'', ''why do you ask?'', ''because you dress well and are funny... oh and you like shopping at IKEA''

This caused me to question something.

Is IKEA a gay hang out?

Rice is Liverpools Favourite Dish

A little while ago I had a conversation with some people, perhaps Nel was one of them, not sure, about the most famous person I had ever met/seen which was on the back of spotting Charlotte Church in Tesco. I said Jimmy Carr, forgetting that I had shaken hands with the Prime Minister at the commonwealth games! I dont like to mention it normally as I messed up, couldn't think what to call him and came up with the very cheesy "good morning mr prime minister". Anyway, I was walking through Queens Square with financial affairs columnist tim (FACT) when i happened upon someone so famous to blow all other famous people into even more forgettable memories....

I saw Anika Rice(Or Anneka Rice?). You might remember her as star of 80's running bottom filming show Treasure Hunt. So excited was I that i rushed up to her PA and asked if I could have a photo which she said I could if I waited for 10 minutes until after she had been briefed. I assume this was for the filming of challenge Anika as there was a 30ft lorry parked up with "Challenge Anneka" plastered on the side. I was on my was to buy some chocolate brownies so i said i would come back later and i walked on. FACT pointed out that I may have upset Miss Rice with my impatience. I didn't go back. But I saw her close up. I love celebrity

What have I typed? I am not sure much of it makes sense. I am out of practice

Liverpool Man Fails In Valient Attempt To Train For Half Marathon

Do I need to say more?

Perhaps the less said the better. Next up... the Manchester 10k run.