Rock or roll

Shall we have a quick update? Yes, why not...

Those of you who passed over the chance to see British Sea Power play on Friday also missed the best opening to a pop concert of all time (yes, underlined!). BSP came onstage to “Men Together Today” sung live by The London Bulgarian Choir. I will never again view that particular acapella peculiarity as merely the opening noises at the start of a record. It was spine-tingling. In fact, I’d go so far as to say spine affirming; I’m absolutely certain that I have one now after that experience.

The aforementioned ensemble were also the opening band on the night, and far more enjoyable it was than some random bunch of scrawny indie kids ambling onto the stage carrying scratchy guitars (any day). There were around forty people in the choir (thirty-five women), and I was in love with about thirty of them (the other five were too old for me). I’m not superficial or anything, though; Great Uncle Bulgaria was always my favourite womble.

Did I ever mention that Half Man Half Biscuit were bloody brilliant last Thursday? For a supposed bunch of slackers, their set was outrageously generous (an hour and fifty minutes in total). This, of course, from a band whose tour in support of their latest album comprises six dates, spread over six months.

I washed my net curtains this morning. Rock and roll, eh? And then I went for a walk by the river, wearing my new British Sea Power t-shirt. That’s six of them now. Sorry, I couldn’t resist it.

Right, on now to the thankless Sunday night task of sending e-mails to girls on the terrible Match.com website. Nobody ever replies, of course; but what else can you do? I’m trying, you know. Really trying.

Hope you’ve had a good weekend.