Life in the Bus Lane

Yet another cracking night, and fortunately not as hot as the last time I saw them there.

Setlist:

Vanity
No Mirror, No Shadow
Island
Into the Wind
Breathing
Rivers
The Hunt
Get Me Out
Before I Get Old
One of the Chosen
Bloodsports
High
Ballad of Bodmin Pill
Bad Old World
Wired
Wonderful Way To Go

Vagabonds
Poison St
Green & Grey

I Love the World

That’s also my fourth and final New Model Army gig of the year, however I’m down to see them twice as part of Freeborn John - Live next February.

Another fantastic night. Much smaller and more intimate than Oxford last Saturday, and thankfully a lot cooler.

Setlist:

Vanity
No Mirror, No Shadow
Island
Into the Wind
Breathing
Rivers
The Hunt
Get Me Out
Before I Get Old
One of the Chosen
Bloodsports
High
Purity
Bad Old World
Wired
Wonderful Way to Go

51st State
Vagabonds
Poison St.

Green & Grey

Tonights gig came complete with a free sauna as someone forgot to turn the air-con on until the first encore. Very good, but very very hot.

Setlist to follow when I’ve pinched it from someone else.

Vanity
Into the WInd
Fate
…
Wired
Wonderful Way To Go

Bad Old World
Vagabonds
Poison Street

Stupid Questions
I Love the World

After a bit of thinking, I reckon it was as follows:

Vanity
Into the Wind
Fate
Breathing
Rivers
The Hunt
Get Me Out
Before I Get Old
One of the Chosen
Bloodsports
High
Purity
Wired
Wonderful Way To Go

Bad Old World
Vagabonds
Poison Street

Stupid Questions
I Love the World

61 Discs, and 8874 minutes long.

Last night, just a few minutes before the end of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip the power went out. With no external stimuli available I had to resort to drinking whiskey by candle light. Eventually Western Power turned up and cut the power to the whole street. The power still wasn’t back by the time I ran out of whiskey at 2am, but had reappeared by 5:30.

I’m amazing how quiet the house is when there is no power at all. It’s also amazing how cold it gets when the central heating is off due to the aforementioned lack of power.

Just to make things even better, I got to work to find that an air-con unit had leaked and flooded a server, then after getting back to the office to start my first mug of coffee of the day (at 11:15), the fire alarm went off and we had to evacuate the building.

I never did see the end of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, but I have a long last started to drink my coffee.

A summer blissfully free of football is on the cards.

Thanks to Croatia and Russia for all their hard work in making this possible.

I’ve just broken the back off a tooth. Fortunately it isn’t hurting (yet), and all being well the dentist will sort it out tomorrow morning.

Just over three hours of non-stop Jello Biafra covering everything from junk mail, to the Iraq war, and Norwegian maths teachers.

They could have done with leaving the air-conditioning off though, it was pretty cold in there.

I headed out for a quick spin with Liam from work today. We did a gentle 19 mile route out to Avoncliff and back for a pint of Old Peculiar, so nothing too strenuous.

As Matt didn’t post a YouTube video last Friday, I thought I’d cover for him, and offer two for the price of one.

The Paul brakes I ordered back in August finally arrived this week, after some deliberations I decided to put them onto the TriCross to see how bad the brake judder would be. When using a headset mounted cable stop the judder was horrendous, however with a bodge-fitted fork-crown mounted cable stop it’s a lot better, the only downside is that you don’t get an optimal straddle-cable length.

The only job left now is to swap the bars and stem back to the oversize ones.

I’ve just ordered my ticket to see Jello Biafra in Bristol next week. It’s a long time since I’ve been to a gig on my own, but no-one else could make this one, and I wasn’t going to miss seeing Jello.

The Tricross now has a Thomson stem courtesy of dR j0n to match the Thomson seatpost that I’d pinched from the cross bike.

For the fourth year running I was helping out at the main fireworks display in town. A fairly quiet year this year, just a few errant sparklers to deal with, one lost child, and one person who blacked out and who happened to be the person I was partnered with. I don’t think it was my fault though
They fed us pie and chips afterwards, although we had to buy our own beer.

A crisp foggy start to the ride, trees in full-on autumn colours, the sun slowly burning away the fog leaving sunshine and clear blue skies. Tea and cake at Chew Valley looking over the lake with the last of the fog lingering in the distance. Then a gentle run back home in the sunshine to finish off the 35 miles.

Perfect.

 

 

The full set.

Our head of department left today (or was it yesterday?), so after a lengthy celebration at lunch time we’ve spent all evening getting progressively more and more drunk in the pub.

Not quite sure how I got home really. Tomorrow could be interesting.