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Well, I feel I must apologise to everyone involved for the debacle that today became and if in future I try to organise a meet and someone says 'but there's a parade/jamboree/jam-tasting thing going on there' and I say 'it doesn't matter', you have my permission to hit me hard about the head.
I massively underestimated how busy the area would be because of this poorly defined street festival thing. I'm very sorry.
As it turned out, my afternoon went like this;
2:40 Arrive at Liverpool Street Station. Leave and navigate my way over, past the Spittalfields Market and down towards Brick Lane, relatively light of heart.
2:55 Approach Brick Lane and see the amount of people, heart begins to sink. Start pushing my way through the throngs of people, apparently amazed that people still make curry without using a microwave, and approach the Vibe Bar.
3:00 Approach the gates to the Vibe Bar and realise the place is packed out because of some good awful jazz festival is going on, and locked. Look around 3,000,000 Million Years Before East and see no-one I notice. Start standing outside the alleyway looking for anyone that's coming.
3:50 Say 'Bollocks to this' and start heading home. The jazz band has given way to some horrible reggae thing.
4:00 As I cross the road to the entrance to Liverpool Street I pass Angel. After a chat we decide to head back, as she has a mobile and knows some people should be there.
4:10 We get back to the entrance to Fahrenheit 451 Degrees East and meet Ariadne and Stoatie! Hurrah! Stoatie has magnificent hair. Stoatie and Ariadne are going to the bar.
4:40 They get back from the bar. Haus soon arrives. The reggae has long gone and it's vaguely interesting electronica, like a butch version of Fischerspooner, but we don't know, being outside, if this is a band or just a CD put on while they change around. We decide to go to Spitz.
4:50 We arrive at Spitz and meet Al. We lurk menacingly until we are able to force our way on to a table. Alcohol and chips are consumed. Stoatie explains about how God talks with the voice or Aaron Spelling. Haus explains everything you could ever want to know, and much you wouldn't. Al is concerned by the signs hanging from the roof of Spittalfield Market. I'm concerned by the band tuning up. More alcohol is sought. At one point Ariadne and I go to find the loo's. At the crucial point in returning upstairs we get distracted so go round again, emerging into some freakish chill-out room hell.
7:45 A band has started playing. Some Asian thing IIRC. Stoatie advises me the best thing to do is always shout for any band to play 'Pinball Wizard' as it always unnerves me. Someone has stuck that security tape, the kind that normally has 'Police Line Do Not Cross' over the exits from the bar garden into the market proper. Time to go.
So I'm very sorry SFD. And anyone else that came and couldn't find anyone.
If someone would like to try and arrange something for a fortnight time, I'll come and make amends. |
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