Following the popularity of his poem on his blog, Jonni committed it to video last weekend. Here it is…
DJ Lomax performs an electro swing set at Meg’s house party.
I took my recently acquired flash to Wendy House to see if I could get better photos. What I got was a mysterious floating head of Fonze. Which was pretty cool.
Having hit Fazenda last month, and then again a few weeks ago, I took one more trip there recently, to celebrate Jonni’s birthday.
As usual, they delivered some good meat, though with us being there on a Tuesday, they seem to suffer from a lack of turn over, as the meat was often slow coming. This was a little disappointing, though ultimately we ate to bursting point, so we didn’t have any less food.
We also got a free cocktail for checking in – they weren’t shy with the alcohol either.
I think it clearly has a critical mass point though, so if you’re going to go, I would recommend going on a Saturday evening when there are plenty of people and plenty of meat coming round.
This month’s Wendy House turned out to be a bit of a handful. The night started off with Viki’s 21st birthday party, to which none of Viki’s mates turned up, but luckily the three of us are so popular that we made up the numbers with our own friends ;).
To celebrate we did trays of shots, and managed to mix around eight different spirits leading to be receiving the following text next day from Jonni…
Fuck your shots. I woke up in the doorway of my old flat.
As I explained, it’s not really a good night unless you wake up on someone else’s porch. Having carefully planned ahead to make sure I would have chicken wings ready for when I got home too, what more could you really want from a night out.
Thanks to Nicola for the photos.
Earlier this evening Jonni dragged us out to Eccup so we could have dinner at a pub named the New Inn which he had been raving about for a while.
It was a bit of a mission to find. Having headed up Scott Hall Road I ended up on some windy country lane which was only one car wide and had trees overgrowing, entirely blocking out the sky making it feel like the Forest of Fangorn. Having got through that we eventually found what I can only describe as being similar to Westfall at night with no lights and just the occasional rustic farm signpost.
Never the less we eventually found the place and ordered ourselves up a couple of 16oz t-bone steaks. The photo really doesn’t do them justice, we spend a good 30 minutes going at them and what was left at that point still looked like an entire meal. Ignore the massive onion rings, compare the size of the plate to Kat’s meal behind. Needless to say, I was eventually defeated (which to be honest, I’m quite proud as, as I actually managed to tell myself to stop eating because I was full lol).
With Mr Foley’s looking like our home for the moment, we had a great Skeptics in the Pub meeting in July with a really strong turn out despite it being in the middle of summer. Perhaps due to the excellent quality of talk delivered by Jonni on “The Mind, Illusion and the Need for Science.”
We hit Wendy House on Saturday night, while I was under the assumption that I was back up to full strength. With hindsight this was probably a mistake, but there you go. And by we, interestly I mean myself, Lil, Jonni and Tom which was a fresh, though none the less enjoyable, crowd to go with.
It was also interesting to see Tom get all judgemental about Kate Bush and yet rock out to Evanescence. Am I really getting that old that Evanescence somehow has some undeserved cult reputation with the youngsters? :S
