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Ha ha. A great many years ago in the late 90s I was asked to play Strawberry Fair and it felt like a big deal because I probably hadn’t played to more than about 40 people at the time and potentially this could have resulted in an audience at least ten times that. My young balls were smaller in those days and I freaked out a bit and speculated I might be a lot shit. In the end there was there was torrential rain and the grist pissed on my head and me and Rob (aged 16) wore the parachute suits & old motorcycle helmets, came on to The Final Countdown, sampled Richard’s Dad and generally played the fool and rocked it, if I say so myself. I have a VHS of all this somewhere but I haven’t seen it in a time. I might be able to find a photo. Anyway, it was good but it would have been better if we’d followed through with Rob’s stoned plan of genius, which was to make a brace of giant penis costumes, one pink and one brown. He’d even discussed it with our Mother and tried to buy chicken wire to somehow fashion 8-foot cocks. The idea was that at the end the two dicks represented by me and Rob would embrace in a show of family of man kinda unity. Anyway I was too stressed about minidiscs and stuff but I should have encouraged him as he would have done it and I don’t need to tell you that it would have been cool.
Now, I’ve mentioned hereabouts before my deep respect for Die Antwoord & Ninja, and one day I’m going to finish that essay I started writing about how that band represents something beautiful and pure to me, a bit like the rebels in Star Wars etc, and those guys all up on the interweb will see my blades swing free.
Anyway, fok!:

Posted November 7, 2011 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

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A day at the Fair.   Leave a comment

Woke up floating on the Thames with the regular post-cunted awfulness and had sad discussion about the wonky infrastructure in my partner’s life. Took a couple of photographs and left. Then just missed two buses and one train and spent a lot of time worrying that my phone was going to run out of juice, which it did. Endured witless girl teen who would age me before your eyes if I listed the things she said that ticked me off but suffice to say having her feet on the seat was one and slurping from a can was another. Local knowledge invaluable as indeed I did get sniffed by spaniel at station so was glad to be one step ahead but annoyed at the casual deployment of CONTROL (further depressed by reading thread on WAN where someone says ” …well don’t complain then when police want money to search people at the station”). These fuckers have no breadth and depth and take the world 100% as it appears to be, as if it is its own proof. Got home, charged phone, slightly amended plan with OJ Simpson to defraud Network Rail, debated shower but that was as close as it got. Bought 3, no fuckit, 4 cans Wrongbow from Blavs and rode rear rim of bike all the way to Midsummer Common. First year in many I have gone to the Fair entirely as a punter, which I worried would feel weird and it did a bit, but I fancied it also as a good opportunity to reacquaint myself with if not all and sundry then at least some and sundry, which is kind of what happened. In fact I had two meetings with Ken Of Bury and his missus Karly, who I soon found out I had rejected as a friend on MySpace, which was and continued to be awkward, especially as I did not help myself by trying to explain that The Fall were good, but that it might be a male thing. Apart from that I didn’t speak to a soul who wasn’t Bobby or Dave or Gavin O-Keefe all day, apart from a brief bit of banter with Lawrence from Number 6. I didn’t see it, but Gavin said he got searched by a plainclothes cop. He seemed unsure as to whether the guy was really police, on account of his appearance and specifically his youth. Odd scenes at the East Stage, with succession of unappealing bands seemingly chosen at random from a selection of unappealing bands were interspersed with pretty on-it DJs playing Wonky and dubstep, bizarrely accompanied by a trio of fairly average “sexy” female dancers. Nothing is true anymore, straight up. Thought the dubstep kid missed an opportunity to play more upfull crowd-pleasing fodder but the Wonky guy was very good. We walked down there and Dave was like, “this is Roska” with a smile. Funnily enough Dave had arranged to meet some dude from Ramp who may or not be the guy that has a TheWhiteSugeKnight@ email address and also may be Zomby’s manager, and just as the two met the DJ played a Zomby tune that might have been Spaceman or Gloop and according to Dave some surprise registered on his face, as well it might, O White Suge Knight. The day at the Fair ended with the three amigos shivering at The Festival Bar whilst I filmed a girl shouting at her mate on the phone “Sarah, I am standing outside the fucking Festival Bar! Well, …fuck you!” and then another fight erupted and when it died down Bob interviewed one of the antagonists and his girlfriend and somehow got away with it. Today is wet and Sunday, and next week is fraught with clocky dangers. I’m going drink Guinness, and I barely care.

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Posted June 7, 2009 by peteum2013 in pete um

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