'World-weary

I'll be so glad when the Burnt Flesh Fest party is over to be honest. Next year might be different with everything in place but the hard slog to prepare the house and garden along with the stress of the plumber and added work pressures I would be just happy to have a week in bed.

The weekend before last I made the impulse hire of a vibrator, ground compactor that is to flatten the mudded area into a patio and path. Without any warming up I did my back in again (Christ, I'm sounding like a moaning old git) just lifting it into the car. If it hadn't been for James and Emma, the weekend would have been written off and more. Thanks to them we created the foundations and lifted the hulk of 58kgs of pure awkwardness in through the house. The patio and path took another two sessions to finish it off. We laid the patio stones and slabs straight after work mid-week and finished under torch-light running out of materials. The second session was Saturday with the path created with decorative bark.

Underworld at Brighton Centre
Friday night was seeing Underworld with Trev and Pom. It was my first time at the Brighton Centre, actually I lie, my second. The first time was when I was about 7 years old at a Lego exhibition where they built the tallest brick tower and my dad got caught doing over a 100mph on the M25 in his Ferrari.

We'd missed Phil Hartnoll's DJ set and came in to some unknown DJ who did well to inspire the crowd to dance. For the first time in ages, the headliner came on stage ion time at 9:30pm. Underworld played an okay set mixing up the full-on crowd-pleasers then filling the gaps with some very old DubNoBassInMyHeadMan tunes plus a couple of obscure tracks from the new album, Oblivion with Bells. It sort of worked as a set but you got the impression they wanted to be more experimental. It was quite refreshing to have some space to dance though it still didn't better their set at Wireless which is still strong in our minds. After seeing the same Astroids, paddle tennis, Dalmation dog and inflatable column visuals and hearing Born Slippy, we skipped the last bit to get our coats. At exactly 11:oopm they were finished, no encore and little bit of booing, job done.