Went up to London on another rush visit -I started work at 0545 on Friday morning, finished at 1600, stayed the night in London and then started work on Saturday at 1600 and worked until 0200 on Sunday.
We went to the 100 club again – this time to see Stackridge – the one band that both Phil and I had in our record collections when we met. Hadn’t seen them for at least mumblety three years, so we were really looking forward to it.
Met Phil on the train and we went up to Farringdon to book into the Travelodge where we were staying, then set out to walk to Oxford Street. The last three times we have been to the 100 club the support acts have been pretty dire, and the club reasonably empty, so we decided to stop off on the way and save some money by having a drink in the Wetherspoons pub in Clerkenwell called the Printworks. It is in an old cellar next to where the Guardian is printed, and was a wonderful opportunity to people watch, as we got a table in an alcove. There was one particular girl who appeared to have forgotten to put her dress on (folds arms, compresses lips) who was as drunk as a skunk, draping herself over a bunch of men and cavorting around the pub. She was very pretty, and knew it, was wearing a black slip which she kept pushing up over her hips to show a very skimpy thong.
Eventually I managed to drag Phil away and we walked on – it was a bit further than we thought, so we didn’t get to the club until about 2130 – only to find that there hadn’t been a support act and Stackridge were playing both sets. Bugger! Also the club was packed – double bugger!Anyway, as a well oiled double act we managed to filter down to the front during the interval. They were very good, Phil thought this was the best evening of our three visits, although I still stick out for Wilko Johnson!
Seeing them did put me off ever going to a school reunion -I know damn well that I am still the 7 stone stripling that used to see them gigging around London – but strangely they seem a tad older. A few other things had changed – there were women on stage – they no longer played dustbin lids – and Mutter had a hat instead of hair.
This man in the audience was singing his head off.
James Warren. Now – and then …
When we came out Oxford Street was really busy. We walked back to Farringdon past the British Museum and Russell Square – it was a good evening. The next day we walked around the back streets of Clerkenwell and saw houses we would like to live in,
then went along Upper Street in Islington and for a drink at the Kings Head before I had to leave to go to work.