We Are Scientists Brighton 17Jun11

Ok so this is part 2 of my mini UK WAStravaganza.  Same warning as before – see previous post.

So the morning after the night before I once again tried to have a long lie, god knows I needed it this time but once again my body assumed there would be a toddler somewhere nearby wanting attention at 7am so I was denied any extra sleep.  However happily there were no toddlers in the vicinity needing attention so I was able to take it easy, have breakfast and lots of cups of tea and relax for a while.

I ventured out at lunchtime to have lunch with Kavita, who was quickly kicking herself for having left immediately after the gig and missing out on all the adventures with the gang.  But we had a lovely lunch at Pizza Express (WAS fans laugh at in-joke here) and managed to do some actual catching up.  Kavita had to scoot on to some high powered meeting somewhere in Victoria, so I wandered around St James’ Park then Covent Garden on my own for a while before meeting up with Adrian, Polly and Eddie from the WAS posse.

We tried to interest Adrian in some of London’s most famous sites – Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square, Buckingham Palace etc etc but between the tiredness, hangover and post-gig / post-most-awesome-night-of-her-life feeling she wasn’t much in the mood.  I had to leave to meet up with my host No.2 but we made plans to meet again the next day for our Brighton trip.

I spent a very pleasant and relaxing evening with my good friend down Crystal Palace way before trying to get myself some much-needed sleep.

The next day it was a mere hop and a skip on 2 trains to get to one of the Croydon stations (East? West? I’ve forgotten) to meet up with Adrian and Polly to get the train to Brighton.

I had a mild heart attack on the train when I realised that I had left my gig ticket back at Rebecca’s house.  I swore profusely for a while, and was dreading the throught of having to go all the way back to get it, when Polly said she had a spare ticket because she had managed to get a photo pass to shoot the show.  I was extremely relieved and grateful to Polly for being fab.

One of the reasons I had wanted to go to Brighton was because I thought going to Brighton in June would be like a mini summer holiday. Brighton in June, I imagined, would be almost Mediterranean.  It was not.  It was more like Scotland in November.  It was freezing cold, pouring with rain and what felt like gale-force winds.  Lovely.

We arrived and wandered round the Lanes for a while, but soon had to head indoors because we were slowly drowning.  Polly took us to a milkshake bar and consumed the most sugar ever to be put into one cup, while I had to have a hot chocolate to warm up.  However eventually we had to venture out again so we wandered down to the seafront, then went to meet up with one of Adrian’s friends.

The Pier

We had a quick stroll on the Pier (mainly to find some toilets) then headed off in search of the venue.  I can not stress how miseable the conditions were.  We were soaked to the skin, frozen and most of us were tired from the previos few days / week.  But we soldiered on, the anticipation of the evening’s entertainment lifting our spirits.

Adrian using her "Lesbian Orgy" t-shirt as a makeshift hood

We walked along the beach towards the venue, which seemed to be miles away, but I’m sure on a sunny day would have been but a pleasant stroll.  When we arrived Adrian called the band’s tour manager because she was due to interview them.  I did get rather excited that she might be calling Chris himself, so very enthusiastically leant her my phone, but she gently let me down and explained that wasn’t how it worked.  The tour manager told her to come back after the band had finished their soundcheck so we had a few more hours to kill.

Polly lead us on towards the marina where we found somewhere to get food and shelter from the elements.


(Sorry time for another WAS in-joke. Look – Adrian IS “nachos” cos of the interview, but she’s also EATING nachos. Geddit?)

Our quest to get warm and dry was somewhat hampered by our decision to sit at a table right near the door people went out to have a smoke.  Every so often we’d get an icy-cold wet blast and shriek like schoolgirls, much to the amusement of the bar’s patrons.

So finally we had to head off, back to the venue (via Asda to buy some cheap sweaters).  Adrian phoned the tour manager again but we could hear the guys were still on soundcheck.  I heard a blast of Foreign Kicks (which I have grown to know and love, but knew that meant we were unlikely to get Textbook) and I heard Chris playing some funky bass.  I didn’t recognise it, so either he was working on some new stuff or just playing around.  It sounded so good, I wish there were more prominent basslines for him to get his teeth in to.

So after a little while Chris himself came out to get Adrian, which was brave of him given that there were already fans waiting in line.  I had been begging Adrian to let me come and do the interview with her, initially because I just wanted to, on the day it was because I was desperate to get out of the rain.  There was no persuading her, but really I knew this was an extremely big deal for her so didn’t want to muscle in.  She and Polly (official photographer) went inside and suddenly I got very nervous for Adrian.  I really wanted the interview to go well and for WAS to be on form.  She was gone for ages, we continued to take shelter underneath the entrance, meanwhile the official queue formed a bit behind us.  Eventually security guards arrived and after some initial confusion we were allowed in.

On entering the place we saw Adrian and Polly sitting at a table in the bar having a cosy drink with Chris and Andy.  I assumed the interview was over and went over to Adrian, saying hello and telling her we’d save a spot on the barrier for her.  We ran to the barrier, got a prime “Keith” spot as requested.  Then Han and I both realised we needed to go to the bathroom, but we were too scared to leave in case people poached our spot.  There followed a very uncomfortable period while we waited for Adrian to arrive, but finally she did.  By that time Ben Burrows had started his set so I couldn’t ask Adrian how it went, but she looked chuffed so all seemed to be well.

Ben Burrows was better this time around, he seemed to focus on his performance more and fiddle with his computer less.  I would still have preferred him to do without the computer at all, and it must be said that the lyrics to his songs were weak at best and cringeworthy at worst, but he’s clearly a talented musician, so I’m sure once he works on his actual songwriting he’ll be really good.

Ben Burrows

Tall Ships were up next again, and once again they gave a really good performance, the songs were catchy enough that I could almost join in this time at parts and there may have been even more instrument swapping this time.  As we were right up at the front I got a far better view of them, and was really impressed with their drummer.  He was excellent and very interesting to watch.  I’m sure this band will go far, and I’m definitely up for seeing more of them if they tour again.

Tall Ships

Then is was WAS time.  The venue had really filled up, it quite a bit smaller than anywhere I’ve seen We Are Scientists play before, but I liked that it was smaller and more “intimate”.  I think WAS do better on smaller stages because there’s only 2 of them up front and so much of their performance relies on the interplay between Keith and Chris that I think the closer they are the better.

I was so glad to be at the front, with an uninterrupted view of the whole stage.  the stage was quite high, which meant either neck-cramp or crotch-watching, but I was willing to put up with that.

They played pretty much the same set as London, maybe without Ambition, but I can’t remember any other changes.  Dinosaurs was, if anything, even more amazing that before, or maybe it was just that I could fully appreciate it not being crushed half to death.

Another bonus of being up front is that I find it fascinating to watch Keith (in this instance) play his guitar.  I love that guitar.  I could watch him all day as he effortlessly moves up and down picking out those familiar melodies and straying off into improvised riffs.  He is a REALLY GOOD guitar player.  I can understand why he doesn’t want to put 3 minute solos into his songs, but I wish he would show off his skills a bit more often.  Or maybe it’s cool that he saves it for the live shows, then we get a  treat.

Keith Murray and his beautiful Telecaster

A couple of times Andy seemed to be out of sorts on the drums, missing entries and getting out of time a bit.  I’d never seen him drum with WAS before London, where I didn’t notice any issues, and I presume he is normally on the ball so I don’t know what was happening but something wasn’t quite right.

Also Keith seemed a little off too, he appeared to be in a rush to get on to the next song every time and didn’t initiate much of the between-songs banter.  I thought I heard Chris say that they were being pressured by the venue staff to finish by a certain time, so maybe it was just that.

But on the whole they gave a good performance, we certainly had fun jumping around and dancing along to all the songs.  This time I didn’t care what the rest of the crowd’s reaction to the Barbara songs was, I sang my heart out to Pittsburgh (again, yay!) danced to Break It Up and Central AC regardless.

Adrian almost died when she noticed that Chris came out for the encore wearing her “lesbian orgy” t-shirt.  He had asked if he could have it in London, and she had given it to him during their interview.  I tried and failed to get a decent picture but this is it, believe me.

Chris wearing his new "I'm here 4 the lesbian orgy" t-shirt

So afterwards we headed out back to the bar to look at the merch stand.  By this time we had met up with Sophie again, she had also been on photo duty during the show.  The guys from Tall Ships (we didn’t know their names, so christened them Tall Ships Nos 1, 2 and 3) were hanging around the merch stall signing their EPs etc.  We went over and told them how much we had enjoyed their set.  We had found out they were local to the area, so asked them if they could recommend a good place to hang out until the first train the next morning. (We hadn’t booked a room, wanting to save money, so were aiming for the 3.45am train). Tall Ship No.1, who we later discovered is called Ric, said they were having a party at their place which we would be welcome to join.  He gave Polly his number and told us to call them later.

We went outside, and waited at the back door in the hope that WAS would come out.  Unfortunately there was a whole squad of kids there too, some of whom sneaked into the back of the venue but promptly got kicked out by security.  We waited round the corner, and Ben Burrows came out to say hello.  I feel bad for not being entirely complimentary about his music, because he is a lovely guy, I even got a high five and a hug for being the “right” age, he was quite shocked that most of the folk waiting were about 17.  He then proceeded to tell me I sounded like Edith Bowman and that I should take over her voice-over work.

Unfortunately Keith, Chris & Andy snuck away before we could speak to them, which was quite disappointing, but they had to be at a festival in Wales the next day so they must have had to get going to that.

Tall Ship No.3 and some others then decided to go on off to a late bar, so we all followed them.  Thankfully it had stopped raining by this time.  We got to the bar and hung out there for a while, but it was very tempting to slump into the comfy chairs and have a sleep.

Tall Ship No.3 came over and spoke to me at one point, but I suddenly realised that one of our party still hadn’t arrived so I’m afraid I gave him the brush-off to try to find out if he was ok.  Tall Ship No.1 seemed to fall asleep in the corner, then got escorted away by someone else, so the chances of there being a party at his house seemed slim.

At chucking out time everyone seemed to disperse, and not wanting to be creepers we just left in search of an all-night cafe.  We didn’t find one but we found a Subway, so camped there for a while until it was time to get to the station.

A long wait at closed station gates and we finally got on the train back to London.  There were delays on the line, but that just gave us more time to sleep.

Sleep at last

So another day another We Are Scientists adventure.

As I mentioned before I didn’t take too many photos of the actual gig, and anyway my camera can’t cope with the dark, so those ones above are from my phone.  I’ll refer you to the professional for better shots:  http://www.flickr.com/photos/bad-wolf

We Are Scientists KOKO London 15th June 11

Warning; I originally intended to write up 2 versions of this, a general shorter one for this blog and a longer, more detailed one for the WAS posse. I don’t have the time for that, so everyone is getting the longer version.  I will understand if you have absolutely no interest in most of this, the bulk of it is for the benefit of the interational WAS posse who weren’t able to be there.


I love London. I lived there for a year, I used to visit several times a year. I had a break for about 2 years when I had my daughter, but I was down in November last year and have been itching to go back ever since. The opportunity arose in the shape of yet another We Are Scientists gig. Yes, yes, here I am banging on about these guys again. Let me explain. This time Adrian, who I’ve mentioned before here, was planning a visit to take in some UK WAS shows. I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to go to a WAS gig with the ultimate uber-WAS fan. Unfortunately WAS didn’t arrange any Scottish dates, so I decided to go with her to London. Oh and Brighton too. But that was mainly an excuse to go to Brighton. More on that later.

Any trip to London is also a chance for me to catch up with some of my good friends, so train tickets and gig tickets were duly booked.

Adrian flew in to Manchester a couple of days before the first show on the tour, so came up to Glasgow to visit me. It was great to finally meet her after being “internet friends” for about 3 years. First order of business, even though she had been travelling for about 24 hours, was exhausted and it was only 1pm was to head to Nice N Sleazy’s. I had promised her a drink in We Are Scientists’ favourite Glasgow haunt so there we went, had a drink (ok we both just had cokes) and talked about various WAS and non-WAS related matters. Adrian stayed at my place that night, then after a lunch of good British fish ‘n’ chips the next day she caught a train to Middlesbrough for her first UK WAS gig.

I set off for London the next day, and travelled down by Virgin Trains this time, the previous few times had been with East Coast. Man, I was not impressed. The seats were so uncomfortable it was impossible to sleep and not particularly pleasant to sit either. I only had a sliver of a window so could hardly see anything, and I was right next to the shop so had people traipsing past and queuing beside me the whole journey, staring at my laptop screen with no shame. I’d brought my wee notebook so I could pass the time and do stuff like write this up, but found that you had to pay for wifi on the train. I paid £6 for 4 hours, which was a lot, but the main probelm was that it was ridiculously slow. It took about 15 minutes to get through the payment part, then another 10 minutes for the actual browser to open up ready to be used. Once it was up and running the connection was so slow it was like being back in the bad old days of dial-up. God forbid you should try to open more than one tab at once cos the whole thing ground to a halt and displayed the sites in text-only format like it was 1992. Oh and there was no socket by my seat so I was lucky the netbook was fully charged and the journey was only 4.5 hours.

Anyway, technological difficulties aside I arrived in London on time and was met by my friend and first host, Kavita. A quick stop at her place, cup of tea, and we parted company shortly while she went to a party and I met another friend for dinner.

I was surprisingly tired that night, and Kavita had to get up for work the next day so I had a quick chat online to the people I was due to meet the next day then turned in.

So Wednesday Kavita upped and left for work, and I thought I’d have a lovely long lie-in just because I could, and in preparation for my day ahead, however it seems my body has forgotten how to sleep past 8am so I lazed in bed for a bit, listening to the radio, then thought I might as well just get up. Several cups of tea later and a prolonged internal debate about what I was going to wear to the gig later and I was ready to leave.

First on the agenda was to meet up again with Adrian, who had by now been to WAS gigs in Middlesbrough and Leamington Spa, and a bunch of other fellow We Are Scientists enthusiasts at Kings Cross. They had all come into London for the gig and I knew them / knew of them from various internet-based forums / twitter etc. Some I had met before, others I hadn’t. It was nice to put faces to names at last. Eventually everyone arrived, although by some mis-communication some of our party had been waiting at St Pancras rather than Kings Cross, but we’ll blame that on the fact that she was American. Naming no names of course.

Most of the group went off to dump their stuff at Adrian’s friend’s place, a few of us headed up to Camden to check out the venue of the gig and get some food etc. There were a few people hanging around outside KOKO but it was still only 4.30pm so we went up the road a bit to get some food before the eager beavers joined the queue. The less eager / older among us went across the road to the pub to wait for doors open time.

As the security guards emerged and people started to move in, we joined the queue, which wasn’t massive. As we arrived we saw Keith and Chris at the back door and they gave a wee wave to us. I was frantically texting Adrian’s party who still hadn’t joined us again yet, but they came soon after we entered the venue. Unfortunately the barrier was already filled, but we got a spot a couple of rows back.

The first support act was Ben Burrows, WAS current drummer Andy Burrows’ brother. He had a guitar but was singing and playing along to recorded tracks controlled from his Mac. He was ok, I’d be willing to listen to his songs again, but all the way through I was just thinking that he should either have stuck to the man-with-guitar set-up, or drafted in some mates to perform the rest of the roles, because it was quite off-puting having him fiddle with the Mac every few minutes, and he was clearly not fully concentrating on his performance for worrying about the next button he had to press or whether he was in time etc. It was all a bit strange.

Next support was Tall Ships. I had heard good things about them from the WAS posse who had been to the earlier shows in Middlesbrough or Leamington Spa. Sure enough they lived up to that reputation. They were energetic, interesting, catchy, melodic, atmospheric and all played their own, and sometimes each other’s instruments. I made a note to definitely check them out more.

Then after a suitably long build-up period of a break We Are Scientists took the stage. I had heard from other gig-goers that they came on to “I’ve Had the Time of My Life” so it wasn’t a surprise to me, but it was still funny. Well what can I say about the show? It was good, definitely better that last time I saw them in London, not as good as when I saw them last in Glasgow, but that was such an incredibly awesome gig that I’d be surprised if anything ever beat that. It was all the things I expect from a WAS gig – high energy, sing-until-you-are-hoarse (I already was, but that’s another story) dance-until-you-drop stuff. There was the usual on-stage banter between Keith & Chris and some interaction with the audience which makes WAS so special.

One thing I really noticed this time, which I’m sure they probably do all the time, but I was particularly aware of it this time was the way they changed the arrangement of the songs. Break it Up and Dinosaurs in particular sounded quite different, but in an interesting, good way. Some other songs too, that I can’t recall right now. I like that, it makes you feel like you are getting something special from the live performance and I like that they are revisiting and reworking older material.  Another thing I noticed was the sound levels – at the Shepherd’s Bush gig last year the sound was awful but at KOKO they got it just right, especially with Chris, his vocals and bass came through much better than last time. In fact the harmonies they were producing were sublime at times. And although I’m not a big fan of Dinsosaurs on the album it was nice to hear Chris get to flex his fingers on the bass line and this live version was incredible, even more grungy and raw and head-banging than usual, but with beautiful quiet lulls that drew you in with anticipation before launching into another raucous thumping thrashing segment.  .

And they played Pittsburgh again! I really didn’t think they would because they played it at Shepherd’s Bush, but I was so pleased to hear it. I know most people don’t love it the way I do, but I refer you to earlier posts for my reasons. They also played Foreign Kicks, which I have mixed feelings about, I love the arrangement but didn’t think much of the lyrics or melody. Well one look at Keith singing “I’ll drive you home” in his super-sexy smouldering manner and I changed my mind. That image will forever be etched in my memory when I hear that song and it will improve it for me 1000%. That’s what I love about live music, it has the ability to make you see songs in a different light and I always gain a deeper appreciation for a song after seeing the emotion and interpretation of a live performance come through.

The trade-off for getting those 2 slower songs is that we didn’t get Textbook and with it Keith’s foray into the crowd, which was disappointing because that’s always a highlight of WAS shows, but I suppose they have to move on and I can see why Keith wouldn’t want it to be this thing he has to do forever.

The crowd. Ugh. The crowd. Very similar to Shepherd’s Bush – we were further forward than last time, but still not on the barrier, so we got shoved and jostled and trampled just as much. I don’t mind crowds going crazy, and if everyone is jumping along to the music I’ll happily join in, but it really bugs me when people go mental during songs they know (again it was all the hits from Love & Squalor that got the reactions) and they do nothing / use their phones / talk during the other songs. It detracts from my enjoyment if half the folk around me lose interest every 2nd song. And the fecking “photographers”! Grr! I don’t mind REAL photographers, they are professionals and know what they are doing, it’s the people in the crowd who are hell bent on snapping / recording the whole damn show and view it entirely through their camera / iPhone and insist on holding it up to get themselves a better view, so then I have to view the stage through their camera. Ugh it annoys me so much. I didn’t even take a single photo during the show this time, I wanted to enjoy the experience and I didn’t want to ruin someone else’s. 

But apart from that I had a great time bouncing around, dancing, waving my arms in the air and trying not to let people get me down. As I mentioned earlier, I was already hoarse having lost my voice a few days earlier, so I couldn’t really sing along, but that was probably for the best, certainly for the people in front of me.

It was so incredibly hot in there too, at one point I seriously thought I was going to pass out from the lack of air, I felt like I was breathing pure vaporised sweat. I was dripping with the stuff, probably half mine and half everyone else’s.

The venue was gorgeous, I had never been to KOKO before, it’s an old theatre, with several floors of balconies, some of which apparently have couches for comfortable viewing.

So after an appropriately raucous encore, it was time to leave. Thankfully the bar was dishing out cups of water, I badly needed some, but was then told I couldn’t take it outside, even though they were herding us out, so I gulped down 2 cups and exited into the fresh(ish) air. Some of our group had to leave to get back for work the next day etc, some went to the pub across the road, some decided to wait for the band to appear. I wasn’t optimistic about them coming out, London gigs are usually where their friends and family show up, not to mention the industry people they have to shmooze with. But I was chatting to some people anyway, and some random guys were doing interviews for some online mag thing, so I was happy just to hang about for a bit, cool down, recover and chat to some of the WAS posse that I hadn’t seen earlier. I checked the time and it was 11.45pm. I thought it was pretty unlikely that the guys would emerge so I started to say goodbyes and make some plans for the next few days, aiming to be heading off my midnight, but lo and behold at about 11.55pm Keith and Chris appeared out the back door.

There was of course a rush to get to them, we pushed Adrian to the front, albeit reluctantly (boy, how that would change as the night went on!) and she berated Keith for not buying her a drink. He launched into some story about how he sent it over on the wings of 2 birds, so clearly he was a bit tipsy. This came as no surpise to anyone, but it was good in that he was very chatty and effortlessly funny. He then wandered off and we were speaking to Chris. He asked Adrian how she was finding London and the UK, so I made her do her impression of a Cockney (saying “’ello guv’na” while swinging an arm and raising a knee) and show off her prowess in pronouncing “Middlesbrough and Edinburgh” correctly. A wee while later Chirs was mid-conversation when he suddenly looked up and saw the rest of his party start moving off up the road. He started to run after them, but turned to us and said that we could come too.

So we duly trooped on up the road in hot pursuit of Chris.  Keith and Andy were there too, and most of the guys from the support band and a few other guys who seemed to be part of the show. We followed them up Camden High Street, entirely unsure who was leading or where they were going. Then we realised that Chris had vanished and we were just following Keith. Keith was engrossed in conversations with various people and I’m pretty sure he was unaware that we were all trailing behind him like he was the Pied Piper.

Conscious that it was Chris who invited us and he was no longer around we were a bit more reticent at continuing, but we thought we might as well see where we ended up. We stopped at a bar in Camden called Proud. Keith at that point turned around, and did look a little startled, but enquired at the door if everyone would be able to fit in, then got on the phone to see where Chris / his girlfriend were. We asked if it was a private club, but it was just a bar and they were letting anyone in who had a fiver. Half our party paid and went in, the rest of us were debating whether to or not. Some needed to get cash, so went to the machine while the rest of us waited outside. Once the cash-getters had returned we went up to the door, only to find the bouncer refusing us entry, apparently on the grounds that the place closed at 1am. It was 12.30pm. We tried to persuade, beg and plead but he was having none of it. We sat down, thinking that we’d wait the half hour til our friends came out and we texted them to let them know.

Then about 10 minutes later the bouncers had a change of heart and said they’d let us in for free so long as we had ID. This is where I panicked a bit, I’m 32 and haven’t carried ID for about 10 years, but luckily I had my student card from the local college where I do my evening class. So finally we got in. We found the rest of the posse, and the band members and their entourage were all there aswell. We thought we’d lucked out finding an empty booth, where we parked ourselves not wanting to appear too stalker-ish, but it turned out that had been the booth occupied by the guys before they went to the bar / dancefloor. So they came in and were sitting with their friends but Chris spotted us and came over and gave Adrian the drink that she had been promised. He sat with our group for a while chatting to some of us, I was over at the other side of the circle so I wasn’t able to hear what was going on. He moved away after a while and some of us got up to go to the bar or the dancefloor. Polly went to the bar and I asked her to get me a water, cos drinks in there were like £8 or something hideous. She vanished and I remained waterless, so after a while I went to search for her and found her and Adrian and a couple of others speaking to Chris again. I got my water and we all chatted a bit then Chris noticed my “I’m Barbara” t-shirt, which I had been swithiering about wearing in the first place and was feeling rather self-conscious about in the bar. But luckily Chris was then alerted to Adrian’s t-shirt, the infamous “I’m here 4 the lesbian orgy” shirt, which she had made herself. Chris was very impressed, asked all about it and took a photo of Adrian wearing it on his iPhone.. Adrian told me later that he had asked if he could have the shirt.

The infamous Lesbian Orgy shirt

So then a wee bit later Keith came over and he was also shown the lesbian orgy t-shirt, at which point he did a comedy rubbing of his eyes in disbelief. Everyone was trying to speak to him at once, so I asked Adrian if she had told him about being in Glasgow and going to Nice N Sleazy’s. She hadn’t, so she did, and Keith said that Nice N Sleazy’s was his “jam” (?) but he wasn’t impressed when Adrian said she only had a coke. Keith looked at us in disbelief and said “you went to Nice N Sleazy’s and only had a COKE?” I tried to explain that is was 1 in the afternoon and Adrian was so exhausted from her flight that an alcoholic drink would probably have killed her, but other people were wanting a piece of him so he didn’t hear. Adrian then reminded him (again!) that he owed her a drink, but he said that the bar was closed, so he couldn’t. Adrian said, “but you’re in We Are Scientists, you can do anything!”, he looked sceptical and was about to say something, when 2 people wanted past and just shoved him out of the way. Keith just raised an eyebrow and shrugged as if to demonstrate just how unimportant he was. He then told Adrian that she could have his beer.

Shortly after the bar closed we started to get chucked out. Adrian was still holding Keith’s beer, and wasn’t going to let that go to waste so pretty much downed it in one. If the bar staff hadn’t made her leave the bottle she would have taken it and tried to extract Keith’s DNA from the top. Yep, Adrian has swallowed some Keith Murray saliva.

We all piled out on to the street and were trying to figure out what to do next. Everyone was hanging around the lane outside the bar, and Adrian got speaking to Keith’s girlfriend. She offered to get her “Murry Up” and “Feeling Dandy” t-shirts, which she seemed quite interested in, but Keith intervened and said “please don’t!”. Adrian then set about trying to persuade her to move to Portland, saying, “It’d be awesome, we could totally braid each other’s hair!”. I turned to Keith and told him what was happening, and he came over and said in an exaggerated way, “oh no, we’d better get out of here!” but he thought it was funny. However Adrian wasn’t for letting anyone go anywhere and gave both Keith and g/f massive long bear hugs.

We were standing around talking, when this man came up to our group, I didn’t know who he was and he looked a bit bedraggled. He asked, “so where’s the lesbian orgy then?” I thought he was just a random creeper, so I said, “sorry mate, it’s already happened” and turned back to our group.

The group started to move off, and Adrian had somehow managed to get herself arm-in-arm with Keith, partly from fear that he actually would leave, partly cos she needed someone to help hold her up. We moved out on to the main street, and some people left to head home, A few of us remained, and someone said something about going to a late bar. We started to walk on up the road, Adrian still arm-in-arm with Keith.

I noticed that the creeper fella was ahead of us, and realised he knew Keith and the others. Adrian said, “Oh is that Guy Eppel?” and Keith replied that it was. Adrian said, “Oh Polly loves him!”. Keith said, “Does she? Wait, who’s Polly?”.  She was just behind him, so we pointed her out, (much to her embarrassment) and Keith turned round and did the most brilliant impersonation of a 13 year old school girl, “Do you, do you really luuurve him?”. I was torn between laughing out loud and cringing with embarrassment that I had been rude to Guy Eppel. In my defence I didn’t know who he was at the time and he looked NOTHING like I imagined.

We walked passed a Morrison’s and Adrian asked if that was where we were going, then made some comment abut the UK being weird cos everything was made of brick. Keith agreed, but I questioned them, asking what else would stuff be built out of, Keith suggested granite. I was trying to ask what the hell they were on about, but realised I would get no-where because they were both still quite drunk. A sample of the conversation would be,

Me: “Adrian you’re not making sense, you’re really quite drunk!”

Adrian: “Your face is drunk!”

Keith: “Yeah, your face is so drunk!”

So you can imagine the rest.  Adrian thought she saw a McDonald’s sign, and said how she hated McDonald’s because their fries were too salty. Keith said that they were better over here, but then when Adrian asked, “really?”, he whispered to her that they weren’t really. They were like 2 best friends walking up that road together having the best time, it was glorious to behold.

So we kept waking up the street, Keith said they were looking for a kebab shop that had a late bar in the back, which sounded well dodgy but he assured us it was fine. We finally got there only to find it was closed.

We stopped and some people were debating where to try next. Adrian finally let go of Keith, but needed someone else to hold on to in order to remain upright so headed towards Chris. Then she said, “Oh I almost forgot, Chris, when we were at Indifest Renee ruffled Keith’s hair, so now I have to pet your moustache!”. Chris looked somewhat bemusd, but agreed that she could. I just had to get my camera out at that point but it took a little while for me to get it out and fiddle with it to get it to work, so I apologised and asked Chris if he minded if I took a photo, he said he didn’t, so Adrian just continued to pet his moustache the whole time I was getting ready. That moustache got a serioulsy long pet, but Chris was such a good sport he just stood there and let her get on with it.

Adrian petting Chris' moustache

Amy decided that Adrian should have a moustache too, so she took out a Sharpie and drew one on.

Chris & "Chris"

Chris thought that we were all terrible friends for letting this happen, but then thought it would be funny to get a photo of Adrian sporting her “Chris” moustache with Keith. We went over to Keith, and he posed for some photos. At first he pulled a really glum face, I asked why and he said, “this is what I always look like when I’m getting photgraphed with Chris”,

Glum Keith & Adrian

then he pulled some weird faces. I looked at the photos I had just taken and there was one particularly greusome face-puling, so I showed it to Chris, then tried to show it to Adrian but she refused to look, so I showed Keith and he said, “oh THAT’s an expression!” and laughed. I don’t know if he realises that his weird face-pulling is legendary among WAS fans.

Weird face Keith & Adrian

At one point Adrian kept telling Keith how much she loved his demin jacket, he just nodded and agreed it was a cool jacket, but told her that there was no way she was getting it, if that was what she was asking.

No-one could come up with any alternative place to go that was nearby, it was 2am so we agreed to call it a night. Someone hailed a taxi and the guys said their goodbyes and headed off. Chris was a bit concerned about Adrian being able to get home in her drunken state, but I assured him that we were sticking together as a group and we’d make sure she was ok. We told him we’d see him in Brighton and said goodbye.

I parted company with the rest of the WAS posse and walked back to Kavita’s house, they took a bus onto central London to have more drunken debauched adventures.

The whole walk up the road I was just shaking my head in disbelief at what just happened. I mean I have met WAS several times before, and been out in the pub with them before, but this was something else, partly because Adrian and all the rest of the gang were there, partly because Keith and Chris were on such good form.  I had a whole bunch of questions I was hoping to ask them, and I wanted to get my copy of Nice Guys signed etc but they were “off duty” just wanting to have a good time so I didn’t ask.  I never even got my picture taken with them this time, but I’m certainly not going to forget that night in a hurry. I’m so glad that Adrian got to experience that night, and that Keith was central to it being an awesome night. It’s really hard writing up stuff about Keith because so much of him is about his facial expression and gestures and mannerisms that just typing his words doesn’t convey in the slightest how he actually was. I think the die-hard WAS fans among you will understand and be able to picture it. Hell who else but a die-hard WAS fan would be reading all this?

So I didn’t take any pics of the actual gig, but the wonderful Polly did – you can find some here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bad-wolf/


Yes nappies.  I’ve been meaning to write about nappies for ages but have probably been too busy running around after the small person who necessitates the nappies to do anything else.

J is almost 2 now, unbelievably, and is showing signs that she’s ready for potty training soon, so I thought I’d better get this written before I get consumed with that whole ordeal and want to talk about potties and trainer pants instead.

So nappies.  When I was pregnant T and I discussed the various choices that parents these days in this country are faced with – should the baby sleep in our bed or in a crib (crib), should she be breast or bottle fed (breast), should I give up work or return after leave (returned part-time) etc etc.  Many of these choices are widely discussed and options are presented to parents-to-be to make decisions that suit them.  One aspect that was hardly ever mentioned was nappies.  It is assumed that using disposable nappies is the default position, there is no debate there, that’s just what you do.

Initially I was happy to go along with that – I didn’t know much about the alternatives, no-one I knew used anything but disposables and it seemed like taking on an extra burden at a time when life would be chaotic and stressful anyway.

Then I went to the Baby and Toddler fair at the SECC and saw all the stalls from the different companies.  I had a quick look, but still thought to myself, “no, that’s not for us”.  But something lingered with me – the stall holders were claiming that modern cloth nappies were just as convenient as disposables, that nappy pins, soaking and boil washing were a thing of the past, and they came in a variety of funky designs and colours.

I went home and did a bit of research on the internet. I was impressed with what I saw and read, but also somewhat overwhealmed.  The array of different styles, manufacturers, materials and designs was staggering, I had no idea.  I read on one site that some Councils run incentive schemes, through their waste-reduction programmes and lo and behold West Dunbartonshire Council had one such scheme!

So I duly applied – they sent me a voucher that entitled me to a free starter-pack with one of 2 Scottish companies.  I decided to redeem mine with Tots Bots, mainly because they were local to Glasgow, offered a slightly bigger pack and looked like a good company to deal with.

Unfortunately there was a delay in getting my order through, so the pack didn’t arrive until J was about 6 weeks old, but I was very excited by the arrival of my lovely soft fluffy nappies.  For those in the know – Tots Bots Bamboozle 2 parters so I got I think 10 Bamboozles, 2 wraps, 5 bamboo cloth liners and a roll of flushable paper liners.  Oh and a wash net for lining the bucket. And they all came in a drawstring canvas bag.  Cheers West Dunbartonshire Council!

I was so impressed with how they worked out.  I felt that the cloth nappy was much better against J’s skin, I was happy about not having to throw about 10 disposable nappies in the bin every day and they looked quite cute.  They were so easy to use, both the cloth part and the outer wrap are shaped like disposables, there is no folding or pinning required and they fasten by poppers (cloth part) or velcro (wrap). Easy peasy.  Washing is no hassle either – the paper liner catches most of the poo, this gets removed and flushed down the loo, then the rest simply gets put in a bucket with a sealed lid, no need for soaking, and when the bucket is full they go in the washing machine on a normal wash.  The bamboo material dries really quickly and you are ready to go again.

J aged 3 months with cloth nappy on

After trying them for a short while I was utterly hooked.  I went along to a meeting organised by the Glasgow Real Nappy Network and bought some more nappies to add to my collection to allow me to use them more of the time (the original pack of 10 didn’t last that long back in the early days when J was tiny and pooping every 5 minutes) Luckily there are people who sell their stash on once their kids have stopped using them so I was able to pick up a lot 2nd hand, but well cared for and in very good condition.  I did this again when J got bigger and out-grew the original ones, and managed to build up a nice stock of different brands (all 2-parters cos I found that worked best for us) and some old-style terry squares too.

I now have enough to use full-time, but unfortunately when she is at nursery she uses disposables – initially they did offer and said they would accommodate, but then said that no-one had ever used cloth before and I would pretty much have to train up all the staff and back then I was returning to work and couldn’t face it.  In hindsight I wish I had gone ahead and done it, but as I said now she’s getting nearer the end of her nappy days it’s probably not worth.  I do regret it though.  And J’s dad still hasn’t quite got to grips with them – he agrees in principle to the idea of them, but when it comes to changing time he’ll whip the cloth nappy off and pop a disposable on, unless I sweep in and intervene.  It was only recently that he realised that I used cloth when out and about.  All you have to do is take a waterproof wet-bag for the used ones and pop them in the bucket when you get home.

J aged 8 months with fluffy nappy on

I also discovered washable wipes. I don’t think I had even heard of them before, but once I did it made total sense to use them too – why embrace cloth nappies but continue to use disposable wipes? At home we had been using cotton wool on J at change times anyway, but the washable wipes made more sense.  Basically they are just small pieces of cloth (could be cotton or fleece but I like to use bamboo ones because they stay softer, dry quicker and have inherent antibacterial properties) that you just moisten with water or a solution of water and mild cleanser and pop in the nappy bucket after use for washing with the nappies.  You can also take them out and about too.  Saves a helluva lot on buying packets of wipes and for no extra effort.  And they can be more effective at cleaning too, cos the cloth is more textured than either disposable wipes or cotton wool, so they remove the poo more easily rather than just smearing.

So after my initial scepticism I am a total convert and will extol the virtues at length at every possible opportunity.  I have convinced several friends to give cloth nappies a try and am looking for other opportunities to spread the word and encourage cloth nappies to be at the very least one of those choices that parents-to-be consider, and ideally become the norm again.

J aged 22 months rocking the cloth nappy and sunglasses look

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