Cracking up

Posted in Health on July 15, 2009 by oozlumgames
Bournemouth pier

Bournemouth pier

Now that Janet is on the mend, I’m beginning to take more care of myself. The result is that I’m currently off to Bournemouth once every 10 days or so to get my wretchedly stiff back and neck sorted out, something I should have done years ago. Jimjams has been seeing a chiropractor to sort out her skating injuries, with impressive results, and every six weeks or so she goes to get herself “cracked” back into alignment. Last time we went I decided to sign myself up for the same treatment, and I’m currently on the introductory programme where the various wrong bits of me get wrenched back into place.

In effect I’m paying a woman to have me strip to my underpants, lie on a bench, and push me about. Hmmm. All I can say is that my neck works properly again, and my back has stopped feeling like it has been stabbed. Even though the neck work feels more like I’m a poor rabbit about to have my neck wrung for the pot.

Ferry and train conspired to make me arrive horribly early, so I wandered off to Bournemouth’s seafront for a walk – and to have sand blown into my face by the wind. I’ve grown up with faded Regency or Victorian seafronts, decaying beach huts and the tungsten-lit warmth of amusement arcades, from Broadstairs, Ramsgate and Deal, in Kent, to Ryde and Shanklin on the Island. And in the scale of things, Bournemouth appears like a second-rate Brighton. Not entirely horrible, but a pretty desolate seafront with some grimly priced chain-eateries such as Harry Ramsden’s, which manages to charge almost nine quid for fish and chips.

I am reminded that very long ago in Deal I got thrown out of the sole amusement arcade for playing one game too enthusiastically: I had one warning and then the owner shoved me in the chest and told me to get out. And there passes my moment of teenage notoriety: the moment when as a nine-stone weakling I evidently presented some dark and dangerous menace. After that, dear reader, I regret that I turned to beer and pubs…

Neil Young: IW Festival 2009

Posted in Isle of Wight Festival on June 15, 2009 by oozlumgames

I was among the droves leaving the festival four songs into Neil’s set. A great and very talented musician, completely unsuited to the time of night, with a chill wind blowing off the Medina making standing doing very little an unwelcome prospect. We needed something to get us moving, but not in the direction of the exits. Got back to base and TV to discover Young had finished early, leaving vacuous ITV2 presenters Fearne Cotton and Rufus Hound only a deserted festival ground to show instead of the intended live broadcast.

If I hadn’t been trying to co-ordinate with Jimjams about meeting after the festival to get her home, I would have gone to see the Charlatans. Instead I spent over an hour in a car park waiting for her to make what should have been a 20-minute walk back into town.

Chillin’

Posted in Isle of Wight Festival on June 15, 2009 by oozlumgames

After the awful Scum I entered a blissfully chilled time caused in part by a pint of real ale at the Kashmir Cafe – the only truly drinkable beer of the festival – and exhaustion from two late nights. It was off to the main arena in time for The Script and the Pigeon Detectives, both of whom were enjoyed from a horizontal position in the baking heat of the afternoon. Alertness set in in time for Simple Minds and Pixies.

I last saw Pixies at Reading in, I think, 1990. It was long enough ago to forget the exact year, but their great album Bossanova (the only one in my collection) was a must buy as a result. The IW set seemed comparatively patchy, making Simple Minds (who preceded Pixies on stage) the high of the afternoon. It was all downhill from there.  Despite the promnsie in Sunday’s line-up, Saturday was the better day.

Scum: IW Festival 2009

Posted in Isle of Wight Festival on June 15, 2009 by oozlumgames
Scum: IW Festival Big Top, Sunday 15 June 2009

Scum: IW Festival Big Top, Sunday 15 June 2009

I hope I’m open-minded musically, but the shutters came down for Scum. Very posy lead singer, probably a love child spawned by Peter Murphy and a new romantic, noted for dropping the microphone, dancing in his socks, and trying to electrocute himself by spraying water over the stage and himself, spending the rest of the act looking somewhat moist in the trouser department. Senseless activity of lead singer countered by the immobile keyboard duo.

Doom-laden noise. We all make mistakes, and mine was walking in to see this lot.

Poppy & The Jezebels: IW Festival 2009

Posted in Isle of Wight Festival on June 15, 2009 by oozlumgames
Poppy & The Jezebels: IW Festival Big Top Sunday 14 June 2009

Poppy & The Jezebels: IW Festival Big Top Sunday 14 June 2009. Oooh a theremin

Poppy & The Jezebels: IW Festival Big Top Sunday 14 June 2009

Poppy & The Jezebels: IW Festival Big Top Sunday 14 June 2009

Bit static as a show – seemingly part musical group, part porcelain dolls – but enjoyable none the less. Closed with UFO (their biggest player on myspace), a number that probably uniquely at the festival used a theremin.

Hear them at http://www.myspace.com/poppyandthejezebels

McFly: IW Festival 2009

Posted in Isle of Wight Festival on June 14, 2009 by oozlumgames
McFly: IW Festival Big Top Saturday 13 June 2009

McFly: IW Festival Big Top Saturday 13 June 2009

Loud loud loud. Somewhere near the front my poor Jimjams is no doubt being squashed to bits at what must be her fourth McFly gig of the year. Absolutely packed. Excellent finish with Five Colours…

Will Young: IW Festival 2009

Posted in Isle of Wight Festival on June 14, 2009 by oozlumgames
Will Young: IW Festival Big Top Saturday 13 June 2009

Will Young: IW Festival Big Top Saturday 13 June 2009

I’m not a middle-aged woman, I’m not a young girl, and I’m not gay. None the less I went to see Will Young, who proved to be a masterful showman, interacting well with his audience and belting out some clearly sung tunes. Worth a repeat visit if he ever shows again.