McMumblechops

Went to see the super-fantastic Lau yesterday at Bush Hall in Shepherds Bush. A very ornate little venue, with little tables set out in a most sophisticated fashion. Lau are quite my favourite thing at the moment but am trying not to wear out their CD. Schwesty got a bit dribbly over Kris Drever (who is a class-A mumbler of songs, though this matters little unless you actually want to know the words) and I tried to clap in the middle of a song which was a bit embarrassing. Couldn't beat the shame of MRS OBLIVIOUS, though, who chatted very loudly in a very small venue (50 people maybe) during a quiet encore. In a very English way she was met with a group glare that could burn a hole through a concrete wall.

Only down-side: the journey home. I am not a right wing idiot but bare with me whilst I call the striking tube workers what they really are: WORK SHY POWER HUNGRY TOSSERS. Six buses and two and a half hours to get home was really not that fun, and all so that the beloved strikers could be assured of something which they'd already been assured of by their new and already over-generous employer TFL. I wait for the next strike which'll doubtless be over the fact that they're actually required to WORK for their wage, rather than sit on their fat orange-jacketed arses.