A royal weekend indeed

Friday the 29th was fantastic. I started the day glued to the telly with tissues and my guitar close by to accompany the more boring moments. Beautiful church, beautiful bride, a funny moment watching the queen ignoring Camilla on live television, and some awesome coral music. Stunning wedding. I got a thing for prince Harry.

Anyway, that was the wedding, and then I crashed a street party near my street in Barnes, well I was kind of invited by a resident. A very old friend from Israel whom I hadn’t seen in eleven years came to visit, and it was great to be able to share some pretty special British traditions with him.

Then we hopped on the bus to Richmond to the Duke’s Head open night. Everyone had been drinking all day so there was a merry atmosphere and good music as always.

On my way home I bumped into my landlord walking his dog. I said hello and was surprised to note nill recognition. When I told him who I was, he admitted he hadn’t recognised me because… I looked so young. Well now that’s surely a great ending to a good day all around!

And now I’m sat on the grass in East Sheen, at the Home guard blues music fest, having just played a few songs, been fed a burger and as Greg from Masterchef always says: it doesn’t get much better than this.

Let’s have another long May double bank holiday next year!

The Home Guard Blues Fest

The Home Guard Blues Fest

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The Richmond circuit – live music every night of the week!

So I’ve been frequenting the Coach and Horses in Barnes for a few months now on Sundays, their regular open mic night.
I’ve met some lovely, talented people and slowly a new world of live music in the Richmond area has revealed itself. Good news for me!

There are open mic nights all over almost every day of the week. Two in particular I’ve attended and were good are the Friday nights at the Duke’s Head, which is bluesy and for a slightly older crowd, and a poppy one at the White Horse (by the Red Cow).

We’re trying to organise something at the White Hart in Barnes. There’s a grand piano there and I’m really hoping for it to take shape. I miss playing the piano so much!

If anybody’s interested in listening, you might find me playing in one of those places… And if you know of other good nights around Richmond, Hammersmith and Putney, let me know!

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Open mic at my local – the Coach & Horses, Barnes

So for the past three or four months I’ve been playing with other muso’s at the Coach & Horses in Barnes, which has kindly let us take over the back room every Sunday evening.

keeping this going week in, week out, has proven to be most excellent. I’ve gotten to know some lovely people who live near by, and listen to some very talented people play blues, folk, pop, rock, old classics and alternative music.

This is what drives my writing these days, knowing I have somewhere to play new songs and see how my friendly neighbours respond to them in real-time is a very valuable experience. Not to mention the fact that I’m getting used to playing live it’s very enjoyable. And the whiskey is reasonable! AND THEY HAVE A TOILET!

Anyway, it’s the friendliest environment you can imagine, so if you live locally and want to try some songs out on the public, come and join 20:30 Sundays. Tell the big bold guy with the eye patch that Elite sent you.

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Cafes and restaurants that don’t have a toilet suck

Have you ever been to Exhibition Road after a visit to one of the museums, desperately trying to find somewhere to sit and have a refreshing coffee/sandwich/muffin and go to the toilet, only to find after ordering and paying for your food, that the respectable establishment you’ve entered doesn’t include usage of the toilet in the list of services they provide?

This happened to me yesterday. And I didn’t like it. I think something needs to be done, I mean, WHY? why, don’t they let their own paying customers use the toilet? They sell you coffee which contains caffeine which is known to make people need a wee, and then they humiliate you when you ask to use their loo. The cheek!

So, I would like to invite you all to notify me when you encounter such a place so I can publish it here, and hope it would save a few souls from suffering bladder-related trauma. Vote with your feet I say!

Also, if you are a Café owner in London and you would like to enlighten us on why you choose your toilet to be out of boundaries for your customers, do send us a word.

Remember, vote with your feet!

Cafés to avoid:

  • Flat White in Berwick Street, Soho, no toilet (good coffee but I object to the lack of facilities so I ain’t going back there)
  • Pret A Manger in King Street, Hammersmith, no toilet

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Masterchef professionals – a recipe for bad smells in bed

Squeezy and I have been recording every single episode of Masterchef the Professionals and we’d then watch a whole week’s worth in one go on Friday nights. Lovely.

It finished last night with Claire Lara winning to the sound of our cheers. Well done Claire and all those nice people.

The problem I have with this programme is that it consistently encourages nocturnal binge eating. I watch… I get hungry… I snack… I continue to watch Masterchef… I get hungry… I eat again etc. 

And another little complaint I have is that the food I shove into my mouth during this show always disappoints so badly. It never looks as good in terms of presentation (how beautifully can I present a slice of ryvita with a bit of hummus and tomato chutney?), and it certainly doesn’t taste in line with the 3 course fine dining dishes I see on the screen. They really should do something about that. Somebody should come up with a line of food based on cookery shows on the telly, so you can open a pack of food prepared according to the menu of tonight’s programme, stick it in the oven and the most gorgeously presented arrangement of delicacies shall come out. Exactly the same as on the screen.

Remember where you heard it first!

And here’s a nice picture I took a couple of weeks ago at the East London animal farm

East London Animal Farm Pigs Sleeping

2 pigs sleeping

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London Concert Choir – good concert

We did well! Gluck’s Orfeo and Euridice sounded great – got a nice revue about the performance and everything!

It was fun learning the whole opera in Italian, but alas I think I must have had at least two blackout moments where I mumbled a whole phrase in giberish.

The contra-tenor was superb and such a lovely guy.

Next interesting performance for the London Concert Choir: Verdi’s requiem in March 2011. I love that piece and I know it by heart already anyway!

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Four Lions is a great film on several levels, and a word about Greenberg

Elite’s latest film review… 

Watched Chris Morris‘s Four Lions the other night with Neill, and although we were both really tired (it was a week-night), we stayed awake until the very end and only fell asleep as one during the DVD extras. Well done us. 

So, Four Lions is about a bunch of useless silly indignant young men, who carry a lot of hostility and frustration inside them like so many people of all ages. There’s always somebody else to blame for whatever is wrong in our world, it’s never ourselves who are to blame. I know all about it, I’m from Israel where self-blame is mostly an impossible notion for most people. There I go adding my own cynical voice into it. Shut up Elite! Anyway, they are young British Muslim men in their prime that decide to blow themselves up and kill innocent people to win a place in heaven (or in Alton towers as Waj puts it), which is obviously horrible of them and a very scary idea, and yet they managed to charm me to the extent I really want to be their friend. 

That’s probably the point of the film, that they could be any young, spirited and of varying degrees of idiocy British guys – they could be my friends, your friends. I did feel and think all sorts of things after, and when you think about a film for a long while after you’ve seen it, you know it’s good. 

Actors did a fantastic job, especially Kayvan Novak, Riz Ahmed and Adeel Akhtar. Brilliantly directed, brilliantly acted, brilliant script, and so funny.  I hope this ends up being a must-see for years to come. 

Greenberg 

Ben Stiller does a grand job of portraying the 40 year old self obsessed child, who likes nothing better than writing grumpy letters to the council and trying to make people who care about him feel guilty all the time. Greta Gerwig is alright, don’t know what all the fuss is about – she’s hardly charismatic in this film, but perhaps that’s why her praises are being sung at the moment. She’s a good actress, granted. 

Anyways, Greenberg made me feel awful about myself – I’ve read some reviews that say it’s got a good ending because his character starts to change at the end, but I disagree. I felt depressed because I couldn’t see a good ending, and because I am Greenberg. I’ve always been. I’m about 50% Greenberg I think. And that’s not a good thing to be - I don’t want to grow old alone like him because I was never able to accept people and had demands too big to be realistic. I don’t want to carry old disappointments all my life without being able to move on and embark on new adventures. The fact that Greenberg is a musician who was “that close” to making it is just another little crushing crystal of salt on my own wounds. How pathetic he is. How pathetic am I? One of Baumbach‘s better creations 

Again, a film that makes you think and therefore highly recommended. Hmmm thinking about good films like that makes me happy… I shall draw a little happy picture for you. 

Happy dog make a happy me

Wish I had a happy dog

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Belly Dancing: is it for mums then?

Belly dancing: such a beautiful style of dance – you have to admit that when performed by a graceful girl with good technique it can be anything from a bit of fun, to jaw dropping, to eye-glazing sensual.

And it’s almost everywhere now. There are regular belly dancing nights in almost every part of London, crammed cafes and bars introduce dancers of all sizes and colours (even male dancers), all with their unique style. Some dancers want to get the people clapping and happy, some want to seduce, some want to charm in other ways. It’s all about being expressive with your body, telling a story.
See American dancer Sadie performing a wonderful routine

Last year I went to a very enjoyable evening in West London with a proper Hafla atmosphere, lots of food, drink, middle eastern musicians and dancers, dj playing in between acts, so much fun.  So much fun I want to do it too!

And so I have been attending a few classes in the past year and although I seem to be learning rather slowly, I absolutely love doing it. It makes me feel quite sexy actually (whether that’s the goal or not, I don’t really know), and it’s a good exercise. In fact, I’m looking for a good teacher in the Barnes area so I can continue to learn (just throwing it out there!).

This week though, we went to a different belly dance evening, and I am still recovering from the shock. As it turns out, I’m not the only middle-class white girl that wants to learn to shake every part of my body separately. There are others. And they love it too. But unlike me, they take their dancing out on the public. They are mature woman, they take it very seriously, and they do it for their benefit and their benefit only. Sitting in the audience, the difference between those who get and it and those who don’t becomes very obvious. It is not fun watching a fifty year old performing without the slightest intention to please the crowd or to engage with them. That night on stage, women danced for themselves, and it was not charming at all, it was just embarrassing (because they weren’t even slightly good enough!).

Now I don’t wish to discourage anyone from belly dancing, by all means – it’s a beautiful and healthy thing to do. But please, if you are not even close to being good and you wish to perform, why not do a school performance and invite your loved ones? Why publicise it as a professional event and charge for entry? I want my money back!

And now on top of one night of disappointment, I also have to deal with the knowledge that I probably look just as bad when I dance… must not perform, must not perform… must not perform.

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Barnes Fair – the best village fair money can buy

Barnes Fair: View of the pond

Barnes Fair: View of the pond

Saturday was the day of the annual Barnes Fair, by far the best fair I have ever been to.

Hundreds of stalls, thousands of people, really lovely atmosphere, the most awesome hot summer’s day. We ended up spending about two hundred Pounds on furniture and a nice 50′s tea set. Well worth going if you’re interested in buying lovely things.

Thing is though, one couldn’t help feeling the Barnes fair had a bit of “The Best Village Fair Money Can Buy” flair to it. I mean, I’ve been to village fairs before, and this was by far the biggest and most high quality, everything on sale was stylish and in good taste… how can this even happen? I guess it makes sense that the people of the area being rather well off and very interested in maintaining a village-like community would want to have an annual summer fair, and being the successful people they are, they would make it the best fair possible. Good on them, of course. No complaints from me.  I’ll be going again next year.

The best fish & chips money can buy?

My local fish and chips is one minute away from my house. I moved here 6 weeks ago and managed to resist the temptation, until one tired Friday afternoon a couple of weeks back. I just didn’t feel like cooking, the sun was out, it smelled like it was going to be a lovely evening to take our dinner to the river bank and eat there by the water.

Anyway, I took £12 with me to ensure I have enough for two portions of fish and one chips, possibly a can of coke too. I was amazed to discover a small portion of fish on its own costs £7 and a big one costs £8. That’s just for the fish, no chips. I really don’t understand it. What’s the difference between this chippy and any other in the country? is it more fresh? do they use organic oil? farm-land potatoes?

You know what, I don’t care why this chippy is so expensive, and I’m not buying it either. Expensive fish and chips takes the fun out of it. What’s the point?  it’s supposed to be a cheap and unhealthy option.

So Squeezie and I opened a can of tuna, made a salad and had a good night in (I think. It was two weeks ago after all).

More images from the Barnes Fair:

Barnes Fair: hangin dinosaur

Barnes Fair: hangin dinosaur

Barnes Fair Wicker Love stall

Barnes Fair: Wicker Love stall

Barnes Fair: hats stall

Barnes Fair: hats stall

Barnes Fair: Police Officer at the parade

Barnes Fair: Police Officer at the parade

Barnes Fair: Boxes stall

Barnes Fair: Boxes stall

Barnes Fair: sweets stall

Barnes Fair: sweets stall

Barnes Fair: wicker baskets

Barnes Fair: wicker baskets

Barnes Fair: last but not least

Barnes Fair: last but not least

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Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll

WOW, good film

Andy Serkis hit me with his pretty sexy performance (well, maybe not pretty) as Ian Dury in Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll.

I love Ian Dury anyway, with his fine usage of English and his rough and ready voice. He wasn’t really part of my up-bringing, I only discovered him a few years ago and heard bits and pieces about what a national treasure he was (at least according to fans of the period in English music). It was interesting finding out more about him, although I’m not so sure it’s all solid truth. The film is very entertaining, touching and sometimes so funny I laughed my socks off (the scene were Ian destroys a recording studio in particular, I’ve wanted to do that to my own studios on several occasions).

Surprisingly enough, this movie is far more than the Story of Ian Dury -  for me it’s also brilliant as a stand alone piece of cinema. Gollum has been forgotten, long live Andy Serkis Dury!

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