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Posted by sean on 12/04/2010 at 10:54 pm in Life In Bath, Live Shows, Shopping with No Comments


I had a day off work today. When I booked it, I envisaged getting back home late from Frankie Boyle on Sunday, plus I had a few things to sort out. I also had an annual leave day I had to use up before the end of April. It seemed like a good opportunity to use it.

Once business had been taken care of and I had washed, watered and fed myself, I went into town. Having not bought any clothes for what seems like years, I noticed my garments were getting a bit old and even starting to reject my own body. It was time to get some more.

After spending what seemed like hours in The Officer’s Club, Next, River Island and Burton’s, I eventually bought something which I thought I looked half decent wearing. The time spent in the clothes shops was certainly a change from the norm. I have been known just to pick whatever item I see first in George of Asda, pay and get out asap.

One thing I did notice today, everyone in the shops was incredible friendly. “Hi dude!” one assistant shouted as I browsed the jeans and hoodies. “Nice day isn’t it, dude”. It was nice to receive such a welcoming reception, especially from a fellow dude, but I was there to buy clothes. If I wanted a chat, I would have rung a call centre and said I wanted to take out double glazing.

I purposely went into town on Monday as opposed to Saturday as I thought it would be less busy. I was wrong. The place was still full of screaming children, being dragged around the shops by their screaming parents. Then there were the tourists – all with cameras and guidebooks, in groups oblivious to those walking around them. There was so many of them, representing every country of the world – it was like being at Arsenal’s training ground.

After a quick trip to McDonalds, I got the bus home to the safe and tranquillity of my flat.

Going shopping in town, regardless of what day of the week it is, is one of the most stressful things man will ever do! I’m looking forward to going back to the office tomorrow to calm down.

Posted by sean on 12/04/2010 at 10:17 pm in Live Shows, Nandos, Pubs, Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments


BRISTOL

On Sunday evening, John, Simon, his mate Tim and I went to Bristol. We had bought tickets way back in the summer to see Frankie Boyle live at the Colston Hall. On the way there, we stopped to get something to eat at Nandos in Longwell Green.

After eating our fill of chicken, we began our trip deep into Bristol. Even before we had got to the car park, we knew things weren’t right. A young child stood alone by himself and emptied the entire contents of an oversized water pistol into a cash machine kiosk, while either his parents or passers by stood and laughed… to be fair, we did the same.

A short drive from the trainee bank robber, took us to Trenchard Street, directly opposite the Colston Hall. With lots of time to kill before Frankie Boyle started his act, we decided to look for somewhere to drink. We looked at the Colston Hall bar, but were put off by the customers handing over £50 notes for a few drinks and not receiving any change… very expensive. Had I wanted to be robbed in the middle of the day, I would have got my iPhone out in front of the dodgy looking gang in the street.

Despite spending many of my early years living in Bristol, I do not know my way around the city, especially when it comes to pubs – to be fair, I moved to Bath when I was 10, so was far too young to drink, even by Bristolian’s standards.

Tim led us to a nice looking place dubbed ‘the oldest pub in Bristol’. I say ‘nice looking’; it looked good from the outside. Once we walked in, I realised we had made a mistake. It was a rough, biker’s pub. There may well have been blood, vomit and teeth on the floor – I didn’t check. What I did notice was what looked like a crack addict stoned out his mind in a chair. I was scared and almost soiled myself.

We drank outside in the beer garden. It wasn’t exactly a beer garden. More like a patio surrounded by tall, spiked fencing. I felt like an animal at Bristol Zoo. It was unclear if the fence was to keep those on the streets out of the pub or those in the pub off the streets.

I quickly drank my Thatcher’s cider (the one blessing of the horrible establishment) before running through the pub at great speed.

By the time we had escaped and made our way back to the relative safety of the Colston Hall, it was almost time for Frankie…

FRANKIE BOYLE

Frankie Boyle’s tour is called I Would Happily Punch Every One of You in the Face. Given the title, as well as Boyle’s past material and reputation, I expected a show full of controversy and offensive material.

I was not wrong. I will not repeat the jokes on here. Firstly, I do not have the comic skills to deliver them in the manner in which he does. I probably wouldn’t get away with them either and would no doubt be branded a sick and twisted bastard… a bit like Frankie Boyle.

Let’s just say some of his sickest jokes involved Jade Goody, Peter Andre and Katie Price’s kid Harvey, Baby P, Madeline McCann and the slave trade. Oh, and yes, he did do THAT joke (which, by the way, I didn’t actually think was that funny and certainly far less offensive than his other stuff).

Overall, an enjoyable evening; but very, very dark, crude and offensive. If you like comedy that pushes the boundaries, not only to the edge, but totally over to the other side; or you simply have a heart of stone and are not offended by anything whatsoever, then this show is for you. Otherwise, stick to the ever so nice, and equally funny, Russell Howard.

Posted by sean on 20/02/2010 at 12:42 pm in Live Shows, Music with No Comments


The musical legends of The West Country visited the non-league football legends of The West Country last night. It was, of course, Somerset’s answer to JLS, The Wurzels, playing at Bath City FC.

This is the second time I have seen The Wurzels, after I went to their Komedia gig last year. The set list was more or less the same, but that didn’t stop it being an excellent evening.

1) The Blackbird
2) The Champion Dung Spreader
3) The Marrow Song
4) The Shepton Mallet Matador
5) Farmer Bill’s Cowman
6) Pill Pill
7) Somerset Trouser Varnish Shakedown
8) All Over Mendip
9) Good old Somerset
10) I Am A Cider Drinker
11) Don’t Look Back In Anger
12) Combine Harvester
13) Drink Up Thy Cider

This time, I was even able to meet the band at the end of the gig and get CDs signed… that should raise a few quid on eBay… joking.

I was disappointed they didn’t adapt their song Drink Up Thy Zider to match the Bath City version

Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider,
For tonight we’ll merry be,
We’ll all go down to Yeovil, and do the bastards over

Although I think all the Bath City supporters who attended the event sung loud enough to make the revised (and arguably better) lyrics heard.

Posted by sean on 05/01/2010 at 10:17 pm in Live Shows, Music with No Comments


Tickets booked for Somerset’s answer to The Rolling Stones. February 19th – Twerton Park.

Posted by sean on 16/10/2009 at 10:45 pm in Live Shows, Music with 1 Comment


My ears are still ringing after a fantastic evening at Komedia watching The Wurzels. Somehow, I ended up right at the front, within touching distance of the West Country legends.

Highlights of the setlist included their Combine Harvester remix, the Don’t Look Back In Anger cover and Drink Up Thy Zider – plus many, many more.

They’re back in Bath in February at Twerton Park. I will be going.

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