The weekend saw me undertake some largely pointless flat viewings. On Friday night I went to look at a room in Brockley only to find the guy was the father of a two-year-old child whose girlfriend was in the process of leaving him, hence his need to rent her room out. The next place I looked at was OK, on the Saturday. It was in a nice modern private block in Dalston, an area that isn't that pleasant in all honesty but is very convenient and near a lot of people I know. The room was a bit small and opened directly onto the living room though.
On Sunday I went to Brockley again but the room in one place was too small, and the other place overlooked a main road and roundabout and, what's more, the flatmate I was said she had pretty already found someone and was waiting for the other flatmate to meet that person to see if she liked her. So that was kind of a waste of time, and I lost my favourite brooch during my fruitless wanderings. It must have fallen off my jacket at some point.
I've decided to concentrate only on North or East London now because it would be easier to get to clubs and back from those places. And it's easier to get there for viewings too! This week I have three lined up. One of the places apparently has a cat and two kittens in residence, so if it's decent and the flatmates are OK, that could swing it! I'm hoping that the places won't have gone by the time I get to see them on Thursday - I can't see them before because I have band practice on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Which brings me to news of A Terrible Splendour's upcoming gig at Dark Mills
. I am not expecting it to be well attended as we are opening the band stage at the early time of 11.20 am. The festival goes on for two days over the weekend of 4th and 5th, and although quite a lot of the bands aren't to my liking, it does seem to have some interesting highlights, such as screenings of David Bowie's first ever film, and Alien. Apparently there will be talks too, including the guy who did the special effects on Hellraiser, and Barbie Wilde who worked with Tik and Tok and was also a Cenobite in that film (bit of a theme emerging here). If any of you could rouse yourselves out of bed to make me look popular, I'd be most grateful.
At least the weekend also involved a nice dinner at Martin and Anna's - a lovely cheese and onion tart washed down with an obscure French artisan cola called 'Rième Cola' and Wray and Nephew's 63% proof rum from an elderly Jamaican patient of Martin's - and a bit of disco dancing at Bedsitland. I also watched some DVDs including Beat Street, a grittier and in some ways better version of Breakdance featuring Rock Steady Crew, Melle Mel, Afrika Bambataa and a host of less well-known 80s electro/hip-hop types. The dancing and costumes were amazing, better than Breakdance. Jack also gave me homemade Quorn mince chilli and corn bread, and a nice vegetable curry. Sam-Tom, he must eat well, or he will be in a foul temper.