Rowche Rumble...or the dust has sent me mad...

Many days have passed since my last post and I've even had a telling off from The Animal Disco. Although I prefer to think of it as a gentle nudge in the right direction. Last time I wrote there was work shit and I put myself at the mercy of Mark E Smith to provide a much needed cheering up. He never fails...and you never know what will happen. Actually this time at the Academy in Liverpool he was very well behaved, swinging between three mikes and generally unable to stop fiddling with nobs that I'm sure he should have left alone.

So, the work mood settled and the builders came in. I developed an itch with the dust which is still keeping me awake at night. Highly unusual for someone who sleeps through earthquakes normally. Add to this the short lived delight at winning £500 worth of teeth whitening products. Off I went to the dentist...had the mould made...wore it to bed that night...so far, so good. However...and you knew it was coming...the next day I was the most miserable get imaginable. Teeth ached all day. Like a low level torture. And I thought I had a high pain threshold. Not so. I will live will my not so pearly whites.

Can't say I've even been inclined to seek out any culture lately. Maybe I'm over it. Maybe looking at several thousand kitchen brochures has dulled my cultural senses. Is it just me or does anyone else feel like we have too much choice these days.

And why is it called the Carphone Warehouse? Do you know anyone who has a carphone?

I'm not dead, just drinking huge amounts of earl grey tea

It's true. I'm back on City Talk 105.9fm on Saturday 15th March and have a Fall gig to tell you about.

The builders are in. Really. And I'm beginning to despair of the lack of my cultural intake. But, hey, the Bluecoat Chambers is open again tomorrow and as it's where we celebrated our wedding, I'm sure the Lovely Boyfriend and I will be heading there soon.

Don't let the budget get you down...

She kicks ass, alright...

I'm talking about Siouxsie. As you may have gathered from the previous post. And I'm wondering if there will be more amatuer gig reviews than musings on the Capital of Culture by the end of this blog's first year. But hey ho, I saw her last night at The Academy in Liverpool and yes, she certainly does still kick ass. She started off by saying it was a surreal day...mainly because downstairs on another stage was one Soapstar Superstar Richard Fleeshman. Suzie wasn't impressed. Neither was I. And my companion (Nick, goes to more gigs than anyone I know) said the first time he saw Siouxsie was 29 years ago at the Liverpool Empire. There was a near riot...caused by Siousxie kicking a bouncer in the head with her stiletto. There was blood. This date was confirmed by two lads on the next table in Ma Egerton's pre gig. Enough to make you feel old? Not one bit.

This time the audience didn't totally consist of mainly men in their forties. It seems there's a new breed of young punks who have discovered the magic. She's fifty. She's fabulous in a skintight catsuit. And she can high kick like no one's business. I want to be like that...

It was good to see she was still willing to kick a bouncer's head in but this time he got away lightly. I didn't see her the first time round but that didn't matter. We're in the here and now, she's got a new album and next time I hit the dance floor I'll be trying out a few new moves.

On other news the radio show went off fine. I didn't swear at least. I'm off to see The Fall on Friday and back on City Talk 105.9fm on Saturday 15th March.

Hands up who needs culture...

Siouxsie and the Banshees Hong Kong Garden