I shouldn't have said that thing about Cambridge's unbeaten run. They immediately lost 5-0 to Altrincham. My fault. Sorry lads.
I did a few songs at a Strawberry Fair benefit at the Portland on Tuesday, in between watching the Liverpool Barcelona game. I was a bit drunk, and it sounded a bit funny, but there was a heckler, which always adds to proceedings because if you can be amusing about it then it gets the audience on your side. My witty response consisted of pointing out that Metallica aren't actually very good on anything other than a sweet level (do you remember those adverts a few years ago for deodorant or something with miniature versions of Paulo DiCanio and Tony Adams wandering around? That's how I picture Metallica. Or four Stewies from Family Guy maybe) and calling him a dick. Twice. Setlist: Watertight, Arseholes, Radio Silence (got it right at last), So Finally a Love Song.
Ever since, until just now, I had a nagging doubt that I'd lost my lucky necklace thingy, because I assumed I'd still be wearing it the next day and I wasn't, but it just turned up by my telly. I'd have had to give up playing if I had lost it. I shouldn't say things like that - it's just tempting people to steal and destroy it.
On Wednesday I made a basic recording of Radio Silence and put it on my myspace instead of Edinburgh. I'm undecided whether to add a percussion track consisting of me closing my bedroom door over and over again, or just leave it as it is.
Thursday was slightly stupid - we went to work in London for the day, as we do sometimes, and, as usual, most of the morning was spent trying to make the internet workin our Waterloo office. Then I went for a nice long lunch with my dad, and returned to find that my laptop, not content with not doing capital vs, has decided that if you press 2 or 3 you get "23", s or d you get "sd" and (and this one is particularly annoying for copying and pasting reasons) x or c you get "xc". I didn't get much done in the afternoon either... I went to see the Broken Family Band in Camden afterwards with Chris and a couple of the guys from The Pony Collaboration. It's been a while since I've seen them and it was brilliant. It's amazing (in a good way) how popular they seem to be now (not sure how big Koko is - big enough to charge £3.50 for an inexpertly poured can of Kronenbourg - but it was pretty busy) if a bit weird thinking "the first time I heard this song was in The Champion of The Thames". They even played "The Perfect Gentleman", which made me happy.
A few of us went to some indie club at The Junction yesterday where the Futureheads were djing. Didn't like much of what they did, but bonus marks for ignoring the calls for "Hounds of Love" and for playing "You Can Call me Al". The upstairs bit where they were playing comedy 80s metal was better though. There was a live band (Friendly Fires or something) who demonstrated, as if we didn't all know already, that it doesn't matter how poor your tunes or terrible your words, if you vaguely look the part and have a nice loud drummer, the morons will dance.