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part three of the ever-exciting adventure

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Notes on Turin Brakes

Playing

I’m rather late blogging about this and I have no excuse.

That aside, this was one of the warmest and most intimate gigs I’ve even been to. The mood was suitably fitting for a chilled Sunday evening and it finished by half ten! As for the music, it swung wildly back and forth between experimental tracks and well-established favourites but all were performed with the same gusto and genuineness that characterised the entire performance. These guys clearly love making music and Warwick to my surprise provided them with a great venue to do it at.

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Automatic high

So my thoughts on The Automatic? Lots of energy and pretty good at what they do, even if their style is slightly, ummm, narrow. I can’t decide whether destroying your own instruments and stripping down to your boxer shorts live on GMTV is really cool or really stupid. Or both.

My thoughts on the gig? Standing next to the mosh pit can result in the odd sweaty fifteen-year-old hurtling towards you at high speed, which can be rather distracting when you’re trying to watch the god damn band. But other than that it was good. They got through most of the songs on the album as well as the Gold Digger cover. The warm-up acts got prettier better as the night went on too, although I can’t remember any of the band names, rather annoyingly.

Overall, not bad for a tenner.

Admiring: Some much better photos than mine
Wanting: A digital SLR for Christmas!

The Disturbingly Flatulent

In a rather unsuccessful attempt to buy a ticket for Skool Dayz tomorrow (perhaps it’s just fate?) I visited the Union web site this evening, to discover they’ve made a few changes to the portal.

One of the main changes is the introduction of guest registration so that you can log in and buy tickets for events even if you’re not a “current student”.

Perhaps as a result of some bizzare equal opportunities policy or perhaps more likely due to a slightly over-rigorous testing procedure, they’ve provided a wide variety of titles to choose from on the registration form. So if you’re not happy with Mr, Miss or Ms you’ll be glad to hear that you can choose from a range of other titles such as ‘Brigadier General’, ‘Emperor’, ‘General of the Felix Legions’, ‘Overlord’ and ‘The Disturbingly Flatulent’.

I would have screencapped it, but for some reason GNOME won’t capture drop down boxes on web pages properly – bah. But you can always take a look for yourself. Trust me – it’s worth it :-).

Conference season

Today marks the first day of the summer vacation at Warwick and already there are plenty of conference delegates wandering around campus, dressed entirely inappropriately for the heat. I sat on the piazza alone while I ate my Viva lunch and read my Guardian, remebering what it felt like twelve months ago when I used to do the same on an almost daily basis, whilst being attacked by wasps.

Back then I was a mere graduand, with no plans and no degree certificate. Now I have both of those, albeit without a job after the 29th of July. I intend to use up what savings I have travelling during August and September and arrive in London after that to desperately start earning some more money before Christmas. Oh, and finding somewhere to live.

But for now, the most important thing I have to worry about (apart from the threat of Europoean innovation in software going down the pan, of course) is my tan lines, which seem to have got worse after the weather at Alton Towers on Friday was unexpectedly alright.

I’m looking forward to Gran Canaria lots, at least because it’ll give me a chance to get rid of them. Three days to go!

Resignation

Congratualations to Martin, Dave, Jamie and anyone else who’s had results through in the last couple of days.

Although I haven’t had any results through myself, I have today handed in my notice and have therefore joined the long line of people who have very little left to keep them at Warwick.

It’s a strange mix of feelings I’m feeling right now. I’ll miss sitting out on the piazza and nights out at Top B, but it feels good that I’m moving on to new, exciting things elsewhere.

Finality

You know you’re drunk when you wander home taking photos of all the traffic signs that you pass on the way. Fortunately however, this time I wasn’t sat on top of any of them.

I think the finality of it all just hit me last night, in a way I’m not sure that it did last year. Back then I had no plans beyond having arranged a few weeks’ work to pay off the excesses of the previous few weeks. I certainly didn’t have any firm plans to leave Warwick, which is perhaps why I ended up staying for another year.

This time things are different. Last night was probably my last Top B ever.

Richie and Jamie

Longest day today!

Final Fling

The rain held off!

Milly

Jamie and Giles

Jamie and Milly