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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Fair Do's innit.


Well, well, well... a lovely smackeroo to the chaps and chapesses that bowled along to the Lansdwone Hotel last Saturday for the Fair Play Festy where BC rumbled through a collection of their very greatest-est hits. A great time was had by all, and the peeps that put together such a damn fine festival should be given…ohhh…some chocolates for being so damn goods at it.



About a Grand was raised for War On Want and lots of people got mullered and danced their asses off, what could possibly have been better? Unfortunately due to a wee SNAFU, we forgot to take any photo’s of us actually playing, so here instead, are some photo's of the Art work and the general atmos.....



Anyhoooooo….. As the days of summer sink into a big wet puddle of irony, I’m of the mind that the only way to face the upcoming months of cold and (yet more) rain, is to attack them with the same level of optimism usually reserved for the start of Spring.

I’ve always found it a little Season-ist to look on Autumn and Winter as the poor relation to the Summer Months, and although I agree that the choice of outdoor activity is severely limited, there’s plenty going on indoors to keep even the most ardent of sun-worshippers happy. Take , for instance the brand new club night, MINT @ MEZE, on Thursday September 11th. To the casual observer this night would just be another way to escape the encroaching winter’s chill, but to those with a keener ear and a sharper eye, the names of SICKNOTE, BOMB CULTURE, NINJA PIGEONS and the BASS PILOTS, mean a celebration of everything that’s phat and fruity in the Welsh Music Scene. Add to that Live Art and deviant visuals from BC’s Very own visual Slut Mr Sul and his DARKSIDE GALLERY, and you have a night that positively screams at the darkening skies ‘Come On Jack Frost, bring your worst, we can handle it you big nosed bastard”.


Of course you may be the type of person who still sees the gathering dark clouds and inevitable chug towards grey-ness as something of a bummer, and if this is you, then fear not, Bomb Culture are here to take the strain, with this handy list of suggestions of ways to enjoy the winter….

1) Indoor paintball –With just a small bag of balloons and a tin of Emulsion, you can enjoy the fun and excitement of War! Why not try re-creating the hilarity of Vietnam? Simply drop a couple of tabs of acid and mercilessly hunt down your loved ones as they scamper about the pot plants with lampshades on their heads. For that added bit of authenticity why not try it again 30 years later by simply spreading a bag of sand around your living room and swapping the words ‘Communist’ to ‘Terrorist?’ (This simplistic and slightly childish analogy can be used time and time again, ensuring fun, fun, fun during the wintry nights ahead)


2) Conkers! – Possibly the greatest game two sturdy chaps could play. Simply pull out your shiny globes of pleasure, coat them in varnish, drill a hole right through the centre, add some string and your away! Hours of fun can be achieved by simply slamming your delicious-if-roasted balls together. And yes, by Conkers we do mean testicles.


3) And if all else fails there’s always the old favourite , Masturbation – A fun and lively activity for all the family (only not together, that would lead to all kinds of problems). Just wait, the winter chill will be gone in a spurt.


So there ya go, things to do and fun to be had. You lucky, lucky people!
And finally…A great big HAPPY BERTDAY to our Bass-slapping-whisky-chugging- beat-programming-man-beast Mr. Berty Trousers who turns 75 this very Thursday. Please leave your BERTDAY abuse in the comments box. YEHAAAA!


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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

dont forget dubstep from mondo,one man dub, and eclectic and psychedelic toons from the world renowned dr nitrogen,who is a real dr, a dr of groove.apparently i have seen his certificate

Anonymous said...

I assume you mean all that is happening at the inagural night of MINT @ MEZE?

How could I forget?

Oh, and a happy Birthday you hirsute carpet-muncher.